'Hush! Hush! You are interrupting the poesy.'
'Who has drawn and quartered my play? Speak!'
'I've only arranged it for the stage,' said Kloot, unabashed.
'You!' gasped the poet.
'You said I and you are the only two men who understand how to treat poesy.'
'You understand push-carts, not poesy!' hissed the poet. 'You conspire to keep me out of the theatre—I will summons you!'
'We had to keep all authors out. Suppose Shakespeare had turned up and complained of you.'
'Shakespeare would have been only too grateful.'
'Hush! The boss is going on.'
From the opposite wing Hamlet was indeed advancing. Pinchas made a wild plunge forward, but Kloot's grasp on his collar was still carefully firm.