Any mask
To wear that she thinks well for your hoodwinking
If she would kill the drive of time with you.
Salome.
Then—then I must be mute. What use in speaking?
For whatsoe’er I chose to tell you, ever
Your answer would be ready—mummery!
At least this mummery has had good luck.
Not me alone but all the world with me
It’s taken by the ear; it costs you honour