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THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY. 
 
AGRIPPA 
 
See, the foul 
Black thing that sits with sneer and scowl 
Over his head. 
 
PUBLIUS 
 
What now ?  Beshrew 
Me, but its face is like a Jew ! 
 
YAUGH WAUGH 
 
Butch !  The game is fairly started. 
I will back to night and chaos. — Ha !  Hoo ! 
Formlessly presiding 
Over the ruined earth. 
Ga !  Ga ! 
Ab — ab — ab — ab — ab — 
 
He flies off. 
 
ISSA 
 
Behold !  He hath forsaken me. 
The doom is fixed, but my spirit is free 
From his loathsome company.