[He girds on the sword.
This sword is somewhat lighter than the old one;
But that’s no loss—you’ll swing it, if you must,
Not outside merely ’neath unhampered heaven
Where giants at each other volley boulders,
[He draws it and swings it.
No, but in space cramped human-small, like this!
Then, Thoas, spare the pains of a third sermon,
To-day I’ve heard the second.
Thoas.