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… are bound to Adela. Crassus. To yout Aurcta. But you have given me freedom. I will leave you. ‘Crassus. What have I done to grieve you? Aurcia. ‘You have been the solemn fool with fece awry ‘That I have gathered in my ecstasy. You ace only a vulgar primrose I have plucked. Crassus. At Ieast, she-devil, you have been well—treated. Aucta. O teagie farce—not even rimes completed! Nay, darling! no rebellion. When you know 32
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… ceases the tune. Crassus. There is another song. Auicia. You do me wrong. For you love Adela! Crassus. By God, girl, not I love Alicia, Aurcia. Ah! you love her sol [Ske daughs. 23
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… the lake. We near the shrine. Stir no snapped twig. Let your foot—even yours— Fall like a fawn's. Crassu ‘Your breath is like new wine. Aurcia, Hush now! no porpoise gambols! Crassus. How obscure’s The glimmer of the lake. Is that the isle? 36
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Aurcia. ‘Wait, and you shall surely sce Part of the secret that ensorccls me. ‘See all these bosses! Is it not As if a Titan smote himself into the earth, And was caught into her, made one with her? Crassus. ‘The scent is fierce and hot Like a rutting panther's slot. Yet you are matched with mirth, Shaking each other like two wrestlers. Acta. ‘What should stir Your melancholy but laughter? Crassus. Look, before us Light streams, a tremulous chorus. Oh, it is vague and vacillatin; Aucta. Love, ‘Young love of maidens, is the soul thereof. And in …
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Aticta. Only as is the graven image of death ‘Which men call life, and ignorantly adore! Crassus. Spare me! I cannot bear you more. Aurcia. Then will I drown you. Lock your fingers fast In mine, and fet our mouths mix at the last. [Zhe statue of PAN is seen to be alive. Pan. Shrill, shrill Over the hill! ‘The hunter is hot—this is the kill Scream! Scream! Dissolving the dream Of life, the knife to the heart of the wife! The fountain jets Its flood of blood, And the moss that it wets Is an amethyst flame of violets. ‘Who shall escape Murder and …
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…wrong thing just at the right time! Crassus. Why do you taunt me? All the wood is spring's, And love is hovering o'er us with his wings. Aurcia. Sub pennis, penis! Crassus. Hush! you break the spell. Aticta. Oh! you great fools of men, I know you well. But nothing is so detrimental To love as to be sentimental. I will yet make you wise. Know that I have the magic to disguise Myself in many ways. Do you feel this? (Lie still, this heaven were ruined by a kis: Tam a butterfly, such idle flitting As toa flower like you is fitting. Now I'ma mole. D…