The Dynasts by Thomas Hardy
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Sprite of Compassions, ask the Immanent! I am but an accessory of Its works, Whom the Ages render conscious; and at most Figure as bounden witness of Its laws. SPIRIT OF THE PITIES How ask the aim of unrelaxing Will? Tranced in Its purpose to unknowingness? (If thy words, Ancient Phantom, token true.) SPIRIT OF THE YEARS Thou answerest well. But cease to ask of me. Meanwhile the mime proceeds.--We turn herefrom, Change our homuncules, and observe forthwith How the High Influence sways the English realm, And how the jacks lip out their reasonings there. [The Cloud-curtain draws.] SCENE III LONDON. THE OLD HOUSE OF COMMONS |
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