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See'st then the sudden truth? Or shall I put it

Another way?

Oh, not about pease-broth.

I see it quite.

Well, I am now consumed

By just that sort of restless craving for

Euripides.

Lord save us, the man's dead!

He is; and no one in this world shall stop me

From going to see him!

Down to the place of shades?

The place of shades or any shadier still.

What do you want to get?

I want a poet,

For most be dead; only the false live on.

Iophon's still alive.

Well, there you have it;