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THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY. 
 
AGRIPPA 
 
So I have heard.  Last year I flirted 
With Isis — but was unconverted. 
If this man’s prophet loose my nails 
I’ll gibe no more at prophet’s whales. 
 
PUBLIUS 
 
I loathe and despise all kinds of fiction 
Whether or no it ease life’s friction. 
 
AGRIPPA 
 
Anoint the next fair lambkin’s fleece 
With rock-sand in the stead of grease. 
 
PUBLIUS 
 
He speaks again. 
 
ISSA 
 
Forgive me, brothers ! 
I knew not what I did. 
 
PUBLIUS 
 
His mother’s 
Here; wants the body.