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THE HOUR-GLASS
147
And yet give me some thought, some argument,
More mighty than my own.
Angel
Farewell—farewell,
For I am weary of the weight of time.
[Angel goes out. Wise Man makes a step to follow and pauses. Some of his pupils come in at the other side of the stage
First Pupil
Master, master, you must choose the subject.
[Enter other pupils with Fool, about whom they dance; all the pupils may have little cushions on which presently they seat themselves.
