Crassus.
You are a witch. I want your love; you give
Only love's comedy.
ALICIA.
The way to live
Is to find comedy and tragedy
In everything. But if you cannot see
Through to the Bacchanal spirit, this should suit.
Here is the blacksmith hammeringa flute.
Crassus.
Oh love, love, kiss me!
Aurcta.
I will forge a ring
Of bloom of blood-kisses upon your neck,
Till it is like a garden of roses in late spring.
Crassus.
“Soft, and stung softly, fairer for a fleck.”
Auicra.
O marvellous nation!
Vanity, dullness, slobber, and quotation!
Crassus.
Why do you love me if you scorn me so?
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