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140 To turn our thoughts for their own ends to frenzy. Why do you put your finger to your lip, And creep away? [Fool goes out. (Wise Man sees Angel.) What are you? Who are you? I think I saw some like you in my dreams, When but a child. That thing about your head,— That brightness in your hair—that flowery branch; But I have done with dreams, I have done with dreams.

I am the crafty one that you have called.

How that I called?

I am the messenger.