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4 Don't be afraid. Only, for mercy's sake,

Don't

Don't do what?

Don't shift your luggage pole

Across, and say, "I want to blow my nose."

Nor, that I've got such a weight upon my back

That unless some one helps me quickly I shall sneeze?

Oh, please, no. Keep it till I need emetics.

Then what's the good of carrying all this lumber

If I mayn't make one single good old wheeze

Like Phrynichus, Ameipsias, and Lykis?

Ah no ; don't make them.—When I sit down there

And hear some of those choice products, I go home

A twelvemonth older.

Oh, my poor old neck:

Blistered all round, and mustn't say it's blistered,

Because that's funny!

Airs and insolence!

When I, Dionysus, child of the Great Jug,