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Enter Alcibiades with drum and fife, in warlike manner; and Phrynia and
                                                       Timandra.



              ALCIBIADES
               What art thou there? Speak.



              TIMON
               A beast as thou art. The canker gnaw thy heart, [50]
               For showing me again the eyes of man!



              ALCIBIADES
               What is thy name? Is man so hateful to thee

               That art thyself a man?



              TIMON
               I am Misanthropos, and hate mankind.
               For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog, [55]
               That I might love thee something.



              ALCIBIADES

                               I know thee well;
               But in thy fortunes am unlearn’d and strange.



              TIMON
               I know thee too, and more than that I know thee
               I not desire to know. Follow thy drum;
               With man’s blood paint the ground, gules, gules. [60]

               Religious canons, civil laws are cruel;
               Then what should war be? This fell whore of thine
               Hath in her more destruction than thy sword,
               For all her cherubin look.



              PHRYNIA

                               Thy lips rot off!


              TIMON

               I will not kiss thee; then the rot returns [65]
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