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 Invested with a ghastly reciprocity, I've been responsible for thy monstrosity, I, for thy wanton, blundering ferocity—
 * But not again!


 * 'Tis time to toll

Thy knell, and that of follies pantomimical:
 * A nine weeks' run,
 * And thou hast done

All thou cans't do to make thyself inimical. Adieu, embodiment of all inanity! Excellent type of simpering insanity! Unwieldy, clumsy nightmare of humanity!
 * Freed is thy soul!

(The Mask respondeth.)


 * Oh! master mine,

Look thou within thee, ere again ill-using me.
 * Art thou aware
 * Of nothing there

Which might abuse thee, as thou art abusing me? A brain that mourns thine unredeemed rascality? A soul that weeps at thy thread-bare morality? Both grieving that their individuality
 * Is merged in thine?