Interlocutory: Act III

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ENTER, BIMASENA:

A million souls for a million souls, cometh born, cometh death

Master and servant, then the same?

Society to shame?

What are we, then, who dwell on honour,

Those who call ourselves soldiers?

If murder be the game, and murder be the world's flame

Upon mine return to thee, mother Java, none shall be same; the world, insane.


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