312
scene from "le misanthrope".
ALCESTE.
Go hence—
Go hide yourself!
Go hence—
Go hide yourself!
PHILINTE.
But while I speak, at least,
Suspend your anger.
Suspend your anger.
Alceste.
I? I will be angry,
And will not listen.
And will not listen.
Philinte.
In so rude a humour
I am at loss to read you. Though we're friends,
I still am first—
I am at loss to read you. Though we're friends,
I still am first—
ALCESTE.
What, I your friend? No longer
Count on't. Till now I have professed you friendship.
But having learned your worth, withdraw my love,
Wishing no place in a corrupted heart.
Count on't. Till now I have professed you friendship.
But having learned your worth, withdraw my love,
Wishing no place in a corrupted heart.
philinte.
You hold me then so much to blame, Alceste?
