The World’s Tragedy

I34 THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY. Identity of Father and Son And a Comforter, comforting everyone Who reads the beautiful message of John ! AGRIPPA Know, I can hardly hold myself in. The whole scene tests our discipline Somewhat too harshly. Were it not best For a soldier to run him through the breast ? We should be free for a bath and a meal. PUBLIUS Sir ! AGRIPPA I know well ; but I somehow feel My backbone slacked to the writhe of a worm. PUBLIUS The prefect would know how to keep you firm At the cost of a handful of nails — up there ! AGRIPPA Tis the influence of this filthy glare. Stronger it grows.