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THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY. 
 
Ah !  my pan, if blood suffice,  
Crush the world as in a vice ! 
 
IST NYMPH 
 
King of kings, the world shall bleed  
In the vilest vice of vices. 
 
2ND NYMPH 
 
While the riddle thou hast ree’d  
Mocks them with its “ Blood suffices ”. 
 
ALEXANDER 
 
Know ye, bright ones, who I am ? 
I have slain a thing adored  
At this altar to its Lord,  
As a butcher kills a lamb. 
 
IST NYMPH 
 
That shall be — thou rightly fearest — 
Till the Balance weigh the Ram. 
 
2ND NYMPH 
 
Men shall even slay their dearest  
For the sake of that slain lamb.