And, as I listened, I could not choose but learn!
Olang.
What right had you to listen? What right, I say,
To profit thus while others had to pay?
Yours is a hireling’s place: you were brought here
To rub, scrub, and run errands! And you dare
Come prying into the privacies of Art,—
The Art of Wiowani—which stands apart
Sacred and secret, its traditions known
And practised by my family alone?