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[SCENE IV] [THE MASTER Has a twinge of conscience.] Night and day craving for the innocence. The words you say are killing me. Sitting here in the grave of tolerance. Have you hear: no one can be free. The architect build the world upon his word. There is no protect against the mystic spell. Do you believe the lowest element is earth. I do reveal a secret, mark it well. [CHRONICLER] Craving for the innocence Waiting for the down of the new born son. New master is waiting for him. Yet one has killed the other one. [HERMES] This place is call'd by many names. Far down below in the sulphur mist. Now the awkward doom is done. I will hang you by your left-hand wrist. [HERMES' DEMENTED PUPIL] New born flesh you wanted I can give you. Fresh blood from opened throat can pour you. 'You sick? To give you health I can spit you. And if you want to die I can help you. From Letras Mania