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THE STRIPLING: A TRAGEDY.
Fool, fool, fool! vain, selfish, detestable fool! this is the end of thy vanity and extravagance; of thy contemptible ambition and thirst for distinction.—Thou art distinguished enough now,—the curse of Heaven is on this miserable head! (
Beating his forehead, and striding across the Stage; while the Curtain drops.)
