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LXV. THE ACTOR.
They know not, as they see meBy the tap-room fire,
That I am Julius Cæsar
Clad in mean attire;—
That I'm a mighty monarch
In my mind and thought;
Drinking 'mid dull mechanics,
Weary and distraught.
But things, however thing-like,
Are not all they seem;
These men are facts, I fancy—
I am but a dream!
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