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"
The
gods
again
.
Hark
ye
,
dost
thou
not
ever
sing
working
about
a
coffin
?
The
Titans
,
they
say
,
hummed
snatches
when
chipping
out
the
craters
for
volcanoes
;
and
the
grave-digger
in
the
play
sings
,
spade
in
hand
.
Dost
thou
never
?
"
"
Sing
,
sir
?
Do
I
sing
?
Oh
,
I
'm
indifferent
enough
,
sir
,
for
that
;
but
the
reason
why
the
grave-digger
made
music
must
have
been
because
there
was
none
in
his
spade
,
sir
.
But
the
caulking
mallet
is
full
of
it
.
Hark
to
it
.
"
"
Aye
,
and
that
's
because
the
lid
there
's
a
sounding-board
;
and
what
in
all
things
makes
the
sounding-board
is
this
--
there
's
naught
beneath
.
And
yet
,
a
coffin
with
a
body
in
it
rings
pretty
much
the
same
,
Carpenter
.
Hast
thou
ever
helped
carry
a
bier
,
and
heard
the
coffin
knock
against
the
churchyard
gate
,
going
in
?
"
Faith
,
sir
,
I
've
-
"
"
Faith
?
What
's
that
?
"
"
Why
,
faith
,
sir
,
it
's
only
a
sort
of
exclamation-like
--
that
's
all
,
sir
.
"
"
Um
,
um
;
go
on
.
"
"
I
was
about
to
say
,
sir
,
that
-
"
"
Art
thou
a
silk-worm
?
Dost
thou
spin
thy
own
shroud
out
of
thyself
?
Look
at
thy
bosom
!
Despatch
!
and
get
these
traps
out
of
sight
.
"
