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[Jennifer J. Leong Cardwell, j_leongcardwell@yahoo.com, transcription 10 July 2017] The Dying Negro [underlined with a dotted line] Old Cato on his death-bed lying worn out with work, and almost dying With patience heard his friends propose, What bearers for him they had chose. There's [Cuff?] and Cesar, Pomp and Plato "Dey do bery well," quoth Cato- And Bantam Phillip; now for ?? We must take Icipio Bantam's brother. "I no like Icip" old Cato cries "Icip rascal, tell about me lies, "And get me whipped- ? 'tis all one Icip shall be bearer, Icip or none. "Mind me, quoth Cato, "if dat cur "Dat Icip, come bearer, Tho stir"-