‘The murderer’s step!’
‘Oh! the merry sounds of the night!’
‘Brother, brother, let us come forth and wander about the world.’
‘We have seen all things. I’ll lie here and listen to the baying hound. ‘Tis music for a tomb.’
‘Choice and rare. You are idle. I like to sport in the starry air. Our hours are few, they should be fair.’
‘What shall we see, Heaven or Earth?’ ‘Hell for me, ‘tis more amusing.’ ‘As for me, I am sick of Hades.’ ‘Let us visit Solomon!’ ‘In his unknown metropolis?’
‘That will be rare.’
‘But where, oh! where?’
‘Even a spirit cannot tell. But they say, but they say, I dare not whisper what they say.’
‘Who told you?’