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The World’s Tragedy
The World’s Tragedy (1910), PDF p. 145
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THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY.
Whose windy letch hath blown me out
Like a rich man with flatulence and gout !
THE HAG
Ho ! stanch thy throttle !
Come forth !
She delivers her.
O jest insane !
For all this pious pain
Naught but an old brass bottle !
GOVINDA
Maybe it holds the two and seventy Jinn
That Solomon screwed in.
ALEXANDER
More like, the wine that Dionysus spilled
From Cyprus grapes distilled.
CHAU
We lose our wagers ? It may be
Best to unscrew it, and to see.
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