Ahafid [Singing.] Minstrelsy shall be no more, The poet's tongue is still; The strings that woke to deeds of yore No longer feel the thrill. [35] Smerdis I'm glad no more we'll feel the thrill For I, for one have had my fill. Ahafid Eh, Smerdis? Smerdis [Louder.] Bathing in that simile. [Exeunt Ahafid and Smerdis.] Scene II Scene II [The curtain rises, disclosing Ahasuerus, Esther, Haman, and attendants at the banquet table.] Ahasuerus
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