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THE HOUR-GLASS
129
And laugh aloud and scream;
And I must dance in the dream.
No, no, but it is like a hawk, a hawk of the air,
It has swooped down—and this swoop makes the third—
And what can I, but tremble like a bird?
Fool
Give me a penny.
Wise Man
That I should dream it twice, and after that, that they should pick it out.
Fool
Won't you give me a penny?
Wise Man
What do you want? What can it matter to you whether the words I am reading are wisdom or sheer folly?
