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 Bus shall have sugar to-morrow! The beast! The whole cargo on top of me! Ugh, how disgusting!— Or perhaps it was food! 'Twas in taste—indefinable; And taste's for the most part a matter of habit. What thinker is it who somewhere says: You must spit and trust to the force of habit?— Now here come the small-fry!

[Hits and slashes around him.                              It's really too bad That man, who by rights is the lord of creation, Should find himself forced to! O murder! murder! The old one was bad, but the youngsters are worse! SCENE FIFTH. ''Early morning. A stony region, with a view out over the desert. On one side a cleft in the hill, and a cave.''

'' and a hidden in the cleft, with the Emperor's horse and robes. The horse, richly caparisoned, is tied to a stone. Horsemen are seen afar off.''

The tongues of the lances All flickering and flashing,— See, see!

Already my head seems To roll on the sand-plain! Woe, woe!