Your bearing takes. You send for me the diver
Deep, deep into the lightless sea, and if
No one’s to find who for the gleaming guerdon
Will dare disturb Leviathan’s repose,
You fling your dungeons open and give back
Some robber-varlet his devoted head
To get you a pearl-fisherman for me.
Herod.
That seems a maddish whim? Why, madder still,
I’ve had a murderer cut down from the cross