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Rh Then those who had no word of Greek Felt lifted up to hear him speak. "Ah, learning, learning," others said. 'Tis fine to have a clever head." And here and there a nervous cheer Was heard, and someone growled, "Hear, hear."

"Kind friends," said Sym. . . But, at a glance, The 'cute Sir Stodge had seen his chance. "Quid nunc!" he cried. "O noble Glugs, This fellow takes you all for mugs. I ask him, where's his quid pro quo? I ask again, quo warranto?

"Shall this man filch our wits from us With his furor poeticus? Nay!" cried Sir Stodge. "You must agree. If you will hark a while to me . . ." And at the Glugs' collective head He flung strange language, ages dead.

With mystic phrases from the Law, With many an old and rusty saw. With well-worn mottoes, which he took Haphazard from the copy-book, For half an hour the learned Knight Belaboured them with all his might.