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SCENE I. Dost imagine We will but laugh into thy lidless eyes?

I weigh not what ye do, but what ye suffer, Being evil. Cruel was the power which called You, or aught else so wretched, into light.

Thou think'st we will live thro' thee, one by one, Like animal life, and tho' we can obscure not The soul which burns within, that we will dwell Beside it, like a vain loud multitude, Vexing the self-content of wisest men; That we will be dread thought beneath thy brain, And foul desire round thine astonished heart, And blood within thy labyrinthine veins Crawling like agony?

Why, ye are thus now; Yet am I king over myself, and rule The torturing and conflicting throngs within, As Jove rules you when Hell grows mutinous.

From the ends of the earth, from the ends of the earth, Where the night has its grave and the morning its birth, Come, come, come!