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THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY. 
 
Identity of Father and Son 
And a Comforter, comforting everyone 
Who reads the beautiful message of John ! 
 
AGRIPPA 
 
Know, I can hardly hold myself in. 
The whole scene tests our discipline 
Somewhat too harshly.  Were it not best 
For a soldier to run him through the breast ? 
We should be free for a bath and a meal. 
 
PUBLIUS 
 
Sir ! 
 
AGRIPPA 
 
I know well ; but I somehow feel 
My backbone slacked to the writhe of a worm. 
 
PUBLIUS 
 
The prefect would know how to keep you firm 
At the cost of a handful of nails — up there ! 
 
AGRIPPA 
 
Tis the influence of this filthy glare. 
Stronger it grows.