The butt and plaything of his casuistry."
THE KING.
"Hearken, O Counsellor, thy king's desire:
Ere next thou blow ablaze the sullen fire
That smoulders in him, see that thou provide
Withal a secret place in which to hide,
Lest the king's darkened days on darkness fall
And miss for aye a bright face at his side;
For, be it truth thou sayest—yea, and truth
Is the sharp sword and javelin of youth—