Enter Putresco and Harris.
PUTRESCO
My friend, in honour let me shake thy hand
As wreaker of an eightyfold ambition
That hatchèd did my nether brane of yore
My anger to allay. It recked me much
That Schiller did yet thrive. Now thanks to you
His madness grins apace.
As wreaker of an eightyfold ambition
That hatchèd did my nether brane of yore
My anger to allay. It recked me much
That Schiller did yet thrive. Now thanks to you
His madness grins apace.
HARRIS
As I am one
That knows his trade of usefulness to men
Thus was I.
That knows his trade of usefulness to men
Thus was I.
PUTRESCO
Bravely said, gigantic wight
Thy name will echo eightyfold abune
Thy name will echo eightyfold abune
HARRIS
But see! I have not done this thing for nought
Nor less!
Nor less!
PUTRESCO
No whit – thy crime's reward below,
Your deed is but its own reward.
Your deed is but its own reward.
HARRIS
No whit
The three parts we have gained, but two are yours.
I crave the third, although its name is not
Such as might linger on th'inebriate's tongue
Or any other wights' of my acquaint.
The three parts we have gained, but two are yours.
I crave the third, although its name is not
Such as might linger on th'inebriate's tongue
Or any other wights' of my acquaint.
PUTRESCO
Knave! Thou call'st me BUN
HARRIS
Aye! Bun thou art,
And I should crave the third. Cudgels I shun
Aye, swords of ilk! Mere toys, a child's delight!
And I should crave the third. Cudgels I shun
Aye, swords of ilk! Mere toys, a child's delight!
PUTRESCO
Child, you say! Then you shall feel this blade,
And it you!
And it you!
HARRIS
But Putresc now is caught
'Twixt Schiller and Carybdis (tedious saw!)
For how, if not by might alone, did I
Come here? 'Twas not by bus or foot, indeed
But by the very pogo-stick of him
Whose blessing once I sought, in seeking out.
'Twixt Schiller and Carybdis (tedious saw!)
For how, if not by might alone, did I
Come here? 'Twas not by bus or foot, indeed
But by the very pogo-stick of him
Whose blessing once I sought, in seeking out.