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44 Sweet heady wine. . . . But now I understand; You would refute me out of my own mouth; And yet a place at council, near the King, Is nothing of great moment, Seanchan. How does so light a thing touch poetry?

[ is now sitting up. He still looks dreamily in front of him.

. At Candlemas you called this poetry One of the fragile, mighty things of God, That die at an insult.

[to other ]. Give me some true answer, Upon that day he spoke about the Court And called it the first comely child of the world, And said that all that was insulted there The world insulted, for the Courtly life Is the world’s model. How shall I answer him? Can you not give me some true argument? I will not tempt him with a lying one.

. O, tell him that the lovers of his music Have need of him.

. But I am labouring For some that shall be born in the nick o’ time, And find sweet nurture, that they may have voices,