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A TRAGEDY.
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RAYNER.

I should despise myself, if any food

Could bear such value in my estimation,
As that it should to me a straw's worth seem,
To feed on homeliest, or on richest fare.

OLD MAN.

So much the better. (They sit down.)


RAYNER.

If I may guess from all I see around me,

The luxuries and follies of the world
Have long been banish'd here.

(Old Man looks sternly at Rayner, who looks fixedly upon him again, and both remain for some time silent.)


OLD MAN.

Why look'st thou so?

What is there in my face that thou would'st scan?
I'm old and live alone: what would'st thou know?

RAYNER.

I crave your pardon, and repress all wishes

That may disturb you.

OLD MAN.

The night wears on, let us both go to rest.


RAYNER.

I thank you, for in truth I'm very tir'd.