Phrynia

Alcibiades
What art thou there? Speak.
Timon
A beast, as thou art. The canker gnaw thy heart
For showing me again the eyes of man!

This fell whore of thine
Hath in her more destruction than thy sword,
For all her cherubin look.

Alcibiades
What is thy name?
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Phrynia and Timandra
Give us some gold, good Timon. Hast thou more?
Timon
Enough to make a whore forswear her trade,
And to make whores a bawd. Hold up, you sluts,
Your aprons mountant. 

Be whores still.
And he whose pious breath seeks to convert you,
Be strong in whore,
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