Crassus.
Thou art as filthy a creature as she!
Auicia.
Fat fool!
All your emotions vary with your—
Crassus.
What?
Aurcta.
‘Your state of health.
Crassus.
Be off with you, foul —
Aurcta.
‘Well?
Crassus.
I'll swim and stab them. The black mouth ofhell
‘Yawns for their murder.
Autcta.
Tl be at the death.
Dive then; but softly. Scarcely draw your breath.
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