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THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY. 
 
GOVINDA 
 
The sweat is on thy forehead like bright stars  
Amid the milk of the great galaxy. 
 
CHAU 
 
Thy body gapes like a valley of deodars  
Between two snowy hills in Tartary. 
 
ALEXANDER 
 
Ho !  Ho !  a million rats  
Herald the brat’s  
First yelp. 
 
A vast company of rats issue from her, and 
rush squeaking into the darkness. 
 
MIRIAM 
 
God be mine help !  
Adrammelek exacts a death  
For every dance with Astoreth. 
 
GOVINDA 
 
Cling to the ass-god, quean !  
Now while his loud obscene