THE BLUE DWARF. 
III 
JOHN 
 
Even of me ? 
 
ISSA 
 
Yes — no — yes — what thou wilt.  All’s one. 
 
JOHN 
 
I see.  
Then thou wilt slay thyself ? 
 
ISSA 
 
’Twere too much trouble,  
Having cut the corn, to clear away the stubble.  
Hire thou a knave to slay me. 
 
JOHN 
 
Lord, I dare not. 
 
ISSA 
 
Denounce me to the Seventy — I care not.  
Indeed, since Death is Death, small odds the plan of it ! 
I’ll rather choose to get what fun I can of it. 
 
JOHN 
 
I have it, Lord !  Well make thy death suggest