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  See, Gramadoch is making signs. Gramadoch [making wry faces at his comrades. Ha! hum!
 * [The Jesters roar with laughter.

Elespuru. His jesting went a bit too far. Trick.However will he extricate himself? Giraff.What matters it to us? Elespuru. We had our sport, 'Tis true; and for the moment that's enough.

My Lady, the Protectress!

Trick [to the other Jesters. Egad! 'tis fortunate, upon my word, That face assumes not yet the name of queen. A Soldier [looking up at the Jesters' gallery. Peace, idiots! Trick [with a sneer.] Give me a warrior bold To preach of peace! [The soldier makes a threatening gesture;