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The World’s Tragedy
The World’s Tragedy (1910), PDF p. 181
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THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY.
AGRIPPA
See, the foul
Black thing that sits with sneer and scowl
Over his head.
PUBLIUS
What now ? Beshrew
Me, but its face is like a Jew !
YAUGH WAUGH
Butch ! The game is fairly started.
I will back to night and chaos. — Ha ! Hoo !
Formlessly presiding
Over the ruined earth.
Ga ! Ga !
Ab — ab — ab — ab — ab —
He flies off.
ISSA
Behold ! He hath forsaken me.
The doom is fixed, but my spirit is free
From his loathsome company.
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