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368 Such a name have I had, but another name have I. .. . . . . . Art thou God, then, that helps not until the last season? . . . . . . . Yea, God am I surely; yet another name have I. .. . . . . . Methinks as I hearken, thy voice I should wot of. . . . . . . . I called thee, and thou cam'st from thy glory and kingship. . . . . . . . I was King Pharamond, and love overcame me. . . . . . . . Pharamond, thou say'st it. — I am Love and thy master. . . . . . . . Sooth did'st thou say when thou call'dst thyself Death. . . . . . . . Though thou diest, yet thy love and thy deeds shall I quicken. . . . . . . . Be thou God, be thou Death, yet I love thee and dread not. . . . . . . . Pharamond, while thou livedst, what thing wert thou loving? . . . . . . . A dream and a lie — and my death — and I love it. . . . . . . . Pharamond, do my bidding, as thy wont was aforetime. . . . . . . . What wilt thou have of me, for I wend away swiftly? . . . . . . . Open thine eyes, and behold where thou liest! . . . . . . . It is little — the old dream, the old lie is about me. . . . . . . . Why faintest thou, Pharamond? Is love then unworthy? . . . . . . . Then hath God made no world now, nor shall make here&shy;after.