Page 3160 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

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]