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Who shall rciuler us again The worth of all the slain ?
(As the Counter speaks, the Bearer pours out the disks on the table. The Bearer obeys the Counter.)
The Counter
Pour them out on the table here. For every button a man went out, And who shall call him back ? Clickety-clickety -clack I
One — two — three — four —
Every disk a soul ! Three score — four score — So many boys went out to war. Pick up that one that fell on the floor —
Didn't you see it roll ? That was a man a month ago. This was a man. Row upon row — Pile them in tens and count them so.
The Bearer
I have an empty sack.
It is not large. Would you have said That I could carry on my back So great an army — and all dead i*
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