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THE 111ETEOit
Here are my boots, my coat of green, My walking stick, and my old canteen. Now I'm ready I
Alas, dear placo,
I've loved you well ;
And I would shed a tear,
But I am too excited. (Exit.)
SoENE II. The soft, si1ky hair behind same cur's ear. A pale green light fills the scene. Ente1· Luni-tick, tired and dusty.
Luni-tick.
Oh ]o,'cly!
A bit of Paradise,
So shady, so cool, so soft.
This is the place I've dreamed o f - I'll stop here.
Enter ARITHMI·TICK.
A1·ithmi-tick. Oh no, you won't. This is my place.
Luni-tick. Ah, ha,
And who arc you~
A1·ithmi-tick. I came
From a11 ancient line.
We came thus (enumerating on his four- teen tail reathers)
Sympathc-tick begat
Analy-tick, who begat
Prophe-tick, who in turn begat-- Bosh with your ancestors!
-Luni-tick.
A1-ithmi-tick (SeTenely). :Me,
But I digress.
This is my home;
I will not be dislodged.
