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THE HOUR-GLASS
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Fourth Pupil
They are up above the clouds.
Fool
Give me a penny, give me a penny.
First Pupil (singing)
'I'll find your wits again,
Come, for I saw them roll,
To where old badger mumbles
In the black hole.'
Second Pupil (singing)
'No, but an angel stole them
The night that you were born,
And now they are but a rag,
On the moon's horn.'
Wise Man
Be silent.
First Pupil
Can you not see that he is troubled?
[All the pupils are seated.
