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Crassus. ‘What will you then? Aurcta. No gift from men. Of my own free will I give you wit, (O man so sorely in need of it!) And happiness; and the flame that hath dwindled On this dull hearth shall be rekindled. But this you must swear: To will, and to dare, To seck the spirit and slay the sense; And for this hour To give me power To lead you in silent obedience, ‘Though I bade you fall on your sword. . . . Crassus. Enough! I give my life as I gave my love. Aucu. 1! love you have not understood. ‘You have not guessed its secret food. ‘You have…
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Crassus. You are a witch. I want your love; you give Only love's comedy. ALICIA. The way to live Is to find comedy and tragedy In everything. But if you cannot see Through to the Bacchanal spirit, this should suit. Here is the blacksmith hammeringa flute. Crassus. Oh love, love, kiss me! Aurcta. I will forge a ring Of bloom of blood-kisses upon your neck, Till it is like a garden of roses in late spring. Crassus. “Soft, and stung softly, fairer for a fleck.” Auicra. O marvellous nation! Vanity, dullness, slobber, and quotation! Crassus. Why do …
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… upright; But this is Pan’s home, and the House of Night. (They enter the wood. Crassus. So when I stoop, my cheek comes close to yours. Give mea kiss. Autcta. The poisonous apple lures ‘Thus the boy’s mouth. Beware! Crassus. O you ate fairl Fairer than ever! In this tangle of trees, ‘Your hot breath wraps you in perfume. Aura. ‘There is some gloom or doom, A bitter harsh ingredient In these my sorceries Of animal scent. 1
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…. Why do you make love? Aurcta. To beguile the hour; To crown my rose-wreath with a greener flower; To do my master's bidding, that’s to give Life to yourself, who only think you live. But listen! Have you seen the nine waves roll Monotonous upon the shoal, Rising and falling like a maiden asleep; ‘Then with a lift and a leap The ninth wave curls, and breaks upon the beach, And rushes up it, swallowing the sand? Lam that ocean. . . . Now, you understand? Crassus. Alicial O! this is unbearable. Surely this wave washes the shore of hell! Aurcta, …
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…ken her! Crassus. Yet at these secrets and riddles? Behold! I can fill thy lap with a harvest of gold. Aurea. Yet all the gold you could give to me Would fall at my feet when I rose to be free. 14