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What may this be? some band of nightly robbers Is near my cave, committing violent deeds. Thy light, weak flame, shall not again betray me,

I am wounded grievously: who would have thought Of such a powerful guard of armed men Attending on his journey. He is slain: Did'st thou not see him fall?

Yes; we have kill'd our bird, but lost the eggs. Fortune has play'd us false, yet we've escap'd: Here we may rest; this cave is tenanted With some lone being whom we may controul, And take possession(discovering Old Man.) Something living here! What art thou?

I am a thing no better than yourselves.