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Rh could aim by sound. This archer strung his powerful bow, drew an arrow as far as his ear, and killed the swan, who was resting near the owl's nest.

"And that is why I say:

and the rest of it." And Lively continued: "Why, our master Rusty was all honey at first, but at the last his purpose turns to poison. Ah, yes!

"Yes, I have learned by experience the truth of the well-known verse:

He lifts his hands to see you standing there; His eyes grow moist; he offers half his chair; He hugs you warmly to his eager breast; In kindly talk and question finds no rest; His skill is wondrous in deceptive tricks; Honey without, within the poison sticks; What play is this, what strange dramatic turns, That every villain, like an actor, learns?

At first rogues' friendship glitters bright With service, flattery, delight; Thence, in its middle journey, shoot Gay flowers of speech that fail to fruit; Its final goal is treason, shame, Disgust, and slanders that defame: Alas! Who made the cursèd thing? Its one foul purpose is to sting.