The World’s Tragedy

THE BLUE DWARF. III JOHN Even of me ? ISSA Yes — no — yes — what thou wilt. All’s one. JOHN I see. Then thou wilt slay thyself ? ISSA ’Twere too much trouble, Having cut the corn, to clear away the stubble. Hire thou a knave to slay me. JOHN Lord, I dare not. ISSA Denounce me to the Seventy — I care not. Indeed, since Death is Death, small odds the plan of it ! I’ll rather choose to get what fun I can of it. JOHN I have it, Lord ! Well make thy death suggest