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Scene XIV.

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.