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Then get in front.

Why, there I see it.—Save us!—A great beast.

What like?

Horrid! At least it keeps on changing!

It was a bull; now it's a mule; and now

A fair young girl.

Where is it? Let me at it!

Stay, sir; it's not a girl now, it's a dog.

It must be Empusa!

Yes. At least its head

Is all on fire.

Has it a leg of brass?

Yes, that it has. And the other leg of cow-dung.

It's she!

Where shall I go?

Well, where shall I?