Chapter 48

CLARIN and CYPRIAN.

CLARIN. Fear, for any one who wants it, Wholesale or retail I'll furnish.

CYPRIAN. Stay! funereal shadow, stay! Now for other ends I urge thee.

CLARIN. I am a funereal body:-- Don't you see it by my bulk here?

CYPRIAN. Ah! who are you?

CLARIN. Who I am, sir, Or am not, myself doth puzzle.

CYPRIAN. Did you in the air's void spaces, Or earth's caverns yawning under, See an icy corse here vanish, See to dust and ashes turning All the freshness and the beauty That it promised in its coming?

CLARIN. Do you take me, sir, for one Of those pitiful poor lurkers Men call spies?

CYPRIAN. What could it be?

CLARIN. And not be, in such a hurry.

CYPRIAN. Let us seek it.

CLARIN. Let's not seek it.

CYPRIAN. I must sift this matter further.

CLARIN. I would rather not.

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