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3303	Sinclair, Upton	Prince Hagen			.txt	text/plain	18131	3949	100	[Looking about, sees violin.] You play music, hey? at GERALD's perplexity.] What you think they look like, hey?... [Looks at ring.] It feels like real gold! People who spend their lives in digging for gold, and know and care [Entering.] The earth-man has come! climax of the music PRINCE HAGEN and his keepers enter. You know, my dear sir, that I had a son, Hagen, who was [A stout and rather coarse-looking man, enters, right, with [Takes card, looks, then gives violent start.] Prince Hagen! [Stands aghast, staring; whispers, half dazed.] Prince Hagen! [Enters, centre.] Prince Hagen. [Enters, right, sees PRINCE HAGEN, starts wildly and screams.] Ah! [Enters, left.] Prince Hagen! You might think of little things like that yourself, Isman... Really, you know, Prince Hagen, this can't go on. [Enters, left.] Good afternoon, Prince Hagen. You know more about Prince Hagen than you have told me.	./cache/3303.txt	./txt/3303.txt