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scene from "le misanthrope".
philinte.
Nay, then, jesting put aside,
What would you have?
What would you have?
alceste.
Each spokesman of his heart.
philinte.
But when a man embraces you for joy,
Must you not do. the like? Make to his zeal
Fitting reply, and offer pay by offer,
And oath by oath?
Must you not do. the like? Make to his zeal
Fitting reply, and offer pay by offer,
And oath by oath?
alceste.
I cannot tolerate
The ways affected by your vain-tongued courtiers.
There's nothing that's so hateful to my soul
As the grimaces of these false protesters,
Bestowers of frivolous embraces, sayers
Of useless words, whose dull civilities
Tilt with the world, and know not to discern
The true man from the coxcomb. Where's the honour
The ways affected by your vain-tongued courtiers.
There's nothing that's so hateful to my soul
As the grimaces of these false protesters,
Bestowers of frivolous embraces, sayers
Of useless words, whose dull civilities
Tilt with the world, and know not to discern
The true man from the coxcomb. Where's the honour
