PIPER
And she told thee then,
She goes to be a nun?
MICHAEL
Youth to the grave!
And I—vile nothing—cannot go to save her,
Only to look my last—
PIPER
Who knows?
MICHAEL [bitterly] Ah, thou!—
PIPER
Poor Nightingale!
[Fingers Us pipe, noiselessly.]
MICHAEL [rapt with grief] Oh, but the scorn of her!
PIPER
She smiled on thee.
MICHAEL
Until she heard the truth:—
A juggler,—truly,—and no wandering knight!
Oh, and she wept.
[Wildly]
Let us all hang together.
PIPER
Thanks. Kindly spoken.—Not this afternoon!
MICHAEL
Thou knowest they are given up for dead?