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this young man, so much wiser than thyself, who does not desire to look into futurity?

Dart. It is my friend.

Bar. (after examining the faces of both for some time.) Say, more than friend.

Dart. How so?

Bar. (still continuing to gaze alternately at them.) 'Tis very wonderful! in all the years of my occult experience, I never met the like before, but once.

Vald. (aside to Dart.) What does he mean? Ask him, man.

Dart. You never met the like but once! What mean you, Father?

Bar. (answers not, but continues to look at them, while Vald., unable to bear it longer, shrinks again behind Dart.) Shrink not back, young man; my eyes make not the fate they see, and cannot do you harm.—'Tis wonderful! there is not in your two faces one trait of resemblance, yet your fortunes in the self-same mould are cast: ye are in fate twin-brothers.

Dart. Indeed! then my friend need only listen to my fortune, and he'll have his own into the bargain.

Bar. Nay, nay, my Sons, be advised, and enquire not into futurity. They are the happiest men who have fewest dealings with such miserable beings as myself—beings who are compelled to know the impending evils of hapless humanity, without the power of averting them. Be advised, and suppress unprofitable curiosity.