THE BLUE DWARF. 
9I 
For life or death.  Now ! — — Stretch ! — 
Plague on the wretch !  
Friends, ease me — with a scimitar ! 
 
ALEXANDER 
 
We learnt not that from the dark Star. 
 
MIRIAM 
 
Why then, be cursed !  
My belly is about to burst. 
 
The hag and the baboon come forward. 
 
THE HAG 
 
Ho !  we will lift the prudish latch.  
Dear apeling, hold the torches while I catch  
This monster.  So.  Dispatch ! 
 
MIRIAM 
 
God !  let it be a boy.  
I would enjoy  
His love.  
Who hath come forth with such keen pain  
Owes keener pleasure, going back again.  
A curse upon that Dove.