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 368 THUS SPAKE ZARATHUSTRA, IV

Torturest my pride to pieces ?

Give love unto me ! Who still warmeth me ?

Who still loveth me? Give hot hands, Give heart's coal-pans ! Give me, the loneliest, Who by ice, alas ! by sevenfold ice, Am taught to thirst for enemies, For enemies themselves, Give, yea, give thyself up, Cruellest enemy, Unto me!

��Away !

There he fled himself,

My sole companion,

My great enemy,

Mine unknown one,

My hangman's God ! . ..

Nay!

Come back !

With all thy tortures!

Oh, come back

Unto the last of all lonely ones !

All my tears run

Their course unto thee!

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