Interlocutory: Act V

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ENTER, SIMPSON:

Hail to thee, dearest reaper.

Take me from this misery.

Brothers and friends have fallen, all dearest and close to me.

Hail to thee, legitimate reaper:

I ask upon thee; I wish to no longer take upon myself the weight of memory

Good reaper, hail to thee; take my soul with thee

Let this murderous hand burn in purgatory.

ENTER, BIMASENA:

Calls unanswered, calls unaided.

What is the point, then, to call?

Their mother's names, their lover's names, the aid of their brothers?

Lay calm in death, dear friend.

Done your part have thee,

Soldiered, have thee.

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