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Thread-balls at my feet are rolling!-
[Kicking at them.]
Off with you! You block my path!

THE THREAD-BALLS [on the ground].

We are thoughts;
thou shouldst have thought us;-
feet to run on
thou shouldst have given us!

PEER [going round about].

I have given life to one;-
'twas a bungled, crook-legged thing!

THE THREAD-BALLS

We should have soared up
like clangorous voices,-
and here we must trundle
as grey-yarn thread-balls.

PEER [stumbling].

Thread-clue! You accursed scamp!
Would you trip your father's heels?
[Flees.]

WITHERED LEAVES [flying before the wind].

We are a watchword;
thou shouldst have proclaimed us!
See how thy dozing
has wofully riddled us.
The worm has gnawed us
in