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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.] [A THIEF and a RECEIVER 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 THIEF
 * The tongues of the lances
 * all flickering and flashing,-
 * see, see!

THE RECEIVER
 * Already my head seems
 * to roll on the sand-plain!
 * Woe, woe!

THE THIEF [folds