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Bus shall have sugar to-morrow-! The beast!
- The whole cargo on top of me! Ugh, how disgusting!-
- Or perhaps it was food? 'Twas in taste-indefinable;
- and taste's for the most part a matter of habit.
- What thinker is it who somewhere says:
- You must spit and trust to the force of habit?-
- Now here come the small-fry!
- [Hits and slashes around him.]
- It's really too bad
- that man, who by rights is the lord of creation,
- should find himself forced to-! O murder! murder!
- the old one was bad, but the youngsters are worse!
SCENE FIFTH
[Early morning. A stony region, with a view out over the desert. On one side a cleft in the hill, and a cave.] [A THIEF and a RECEIVER hidden in the cleft, with the Emperor's horse and robes. The horse, richly caparisoned, is tied to a stone. Horsemen are seen afar off.] THE THIEF
- The tongues of the lances
- all flickering and flashing,-
- see, see!
THE RECEIVER
- Already my head seems
- to roll on the sand-plain!
- Woe, woe!
THE THIEF [folds
