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Scene from "le misanthrope".
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That call for mending, but whate'er they be,
Like you I am not angry, rather willing
To take men as they are. To soft forbearance
I school my soul, and hold, in court and city,
My phlegm as philosophic as your bile.

alceste.

Ay, but this phlegm, so good at argument,
Can nothing ruffle? If, perchance, a friend
Betray you; if a skilful net entrap
Your gold, or if some busy-body scatter
For you, the quick seed of prolific slander,—
Will it not move you?

philinte.

Will it not move you? I do count these evils
You fret against, as vices that are part
Of human nature. It no more offends me
To see a man unjust, deceitful, selfish,
Than to behold vultures that scent the battle,
Malicious apes, or wolves that howl for rage.