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Cuckoo! Let go.—Ah, down comes Aeschylus

Far lower.

Why, what can be the explanation?

That river he put in, to wet his wares

The way wool-dealers do, and make them heavier!

Besides, you know, the verse you gave had wings!

Well, let him speak another and we'll see.

Take hold again then.

There you are.

Now speak.

"Persuasion, save in speech, no temple hath."

"Lo, one god craves no offering, even Death."

Let go, let go!

Why, his goes down again!