Arn.‍They are soldiers singing

A reckless roundelay, upon the eve

Of many deaths, it may be of their own.

Cæs. And why should they not sing as well as swans?

They are black ones, to be sure.

Arn.‍So, you are learned,

I see, too?

Cæs.‍In my grammar, certes. I

Was educated for a monk of all times,100

And once I was well versed in the forgotten