Crassus.
Pan spoke.
Autcra.
Pan never speaks till man is dumb,
And only then if he be like a child
Silently curled within its mother's womb,
Or feeding at her breast. There is a wild
Way also—when his dumbness is of death,
And there’s a first and second death. Remember
To die so that no god's or ange!’s breath
May quicken into life the wasted ember!
Crassus.
lam dead now.
Auta.
But I must raise you up.
The night grows darker; all Pan's light is gone,
And you and I are pledged to sup
Upon a secret.
Crassus.
All your secret shone.
[She laughs again.
Auicta.
Oh, when you know it! But you must divine
Adela’s shrine.
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