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Yes, everything.

And to-morrow, my Agathon, to-morrow to Athens!

To Athens? 'Tis to Pergamus you go.

Hush! You do not know; we must be cunning as serpents. First to Pergamus—and then to Athens!

Farewell, my lord and friend!

Will you go with me, Agathon?

I cannot. I must go home; I have my little brother to care for.

[At the balustrade.] There they are weighing anchor.—A fair wind to you, winged lion; Achilles follows in your wake.

[Exclaims softly.]

Ah!

What was that?

Yonder fell a star.