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And filthy lizards will around thee twine, Whilst thou art choking. It is horrible.

The death that is appointed for my mother Is good enough for me. We'll be together: Clinging to her, I shall not be afraid, No, nor will she.

But wherefore wilt thou leave thy father, Samar? Thou 'st not offended me; I love thee dearly; I have no son but thee.

But thou wilt soon. Thy new young wife will give thee soon another, And he will be thy son; but I will be Son of Artina. We'll be still together: When, in the form of antelope or loorie, She wends her way to Boodhoo, I shall still Be as her young one, sporting by her side.

My generous boy! my noble valiant boy! O such a son bestow'd on such a father! Live, noble creature! and thy mother also! Her crime is pardon'd, if it was a crime; Ye shall not be divided.