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your triumph, you contemptible nothings.
Fll stand at the entrance and block it—so.
(Polyphemus appears at the threshold of the cave and
stretches his arms across it; his face
streams with blood.)
Coryphaeus
What's the matter, Cyclops?
Cyclops
I'm dying.
Coryphaeus
You look terrible.
Cyclops
I feel terrible. 670
Coryphaeus
Were you so drunk you fell in the fire?
Cyclops
"Nobody" wounded me.
Coryphaeus
Then you're not hurt.
Cyclops
"Nobody" blinded me.
Coryphaeus
Then you're not blind.
Cyclops
Blind as you.
Coryphaeus
How could nobody make you blind?
Cyclops
You mock me. Where is "Nobody"? 675
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