Scene from "le misanthrope".
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alceste.
Go, you should die of shame. So vile an action
Baffles excuse. All honourable souls
Should count themselves offended. What! o'erwhelm
A man with your caresses, testify
Esteem, and back with protestations, offers,
And oaths your warm embraces, and when I
Would question you, you scarce recall his name,
Let fall your full-blown love in parting from him,
And bare to me your real indifference!
Death! 'tis unworthy, base, and infamous
Thus to betray the honour of your soul.
And if, by ill hap, I had done as much,
I'd hang myself for grief.
Baffles excuse. All honourable souls
Should count themselves offended. What! o'erwhelm
A man with your caresses, testify
Esteem, and back with protestations, offers,
And oaths your warm embraces, and when I
Would question you, you scarce recall his name,
Let fall your full-blown love in parting from him,
And bare to me your real indifference!
Death! 'tis unworthy, base, and infamous
Thus to betray the honour of your soul.
And if, by ill hap, I had done as much,
I'd hang myself for grief.
philinte.
I do not find
Myself fair cause for hanging, and I pray you,
Forgive nae if I soften your decision,
Nor for this matter hang myself at all.
Myself fair cause for hanging, and I pray you,
Forgive nae if I soften your decision,
Nor for this matter hang myself at all.
alceste.
A poor jest.
