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 bust—damn the hiccoughs! It ’s not every one who’d eat as much as that—hup. I’m not a common man, eh, mate?

Tramp. And ’ow about the Larva?

Parasite. Oh, I’ve gobbled her up too, hup. For what we ’ave received may the—hup.

Tramp. Gah! Bleedin’ Bolshie!

Tramp. It ’s like this ’ere. . . What ’s wrong about

Them insec’s, if yer think it out,

Is, they’ve no feller-feelin’. Each

Jest for ’isself is what they preach.

Chrysalis. Listen to me, listen to me—

The whole world will soon be free!

Tramp. Thinks ’e ’s the world, ’e does My ’at!

These insec’s all be’aves like that—

Ridic’lous creatures! Jest can’t see

’Ow small they looks to you and me

They make me tired I’d give my clay

(Gospel, I would) to get away.

Man! These ’ere insec’s never dream

Of workin’ to some general scheme.

Chrysalis. The crowning hour approaches. Lo,

The universe begins to glow!

Tramp. (Jumping up)

Gorblimey, if I ’aven’t struck

The truth! Now, there ’s a bit o’ luck.