Look here, I'm not aware that you've ever been introduced to her.
POET
A trifle, a trifle.
CALLER
It seems to me that you're in rather an undue hurry for me to get a Jubu spear in me; but I'm going to get my hat first.
POET
I appeal to you. I appeal to you in the name of beautiful battles, high deeds, and lost causes; in the name of love-tales told to cruel maidens and told in vain. In the name of stricken hearts broken like beautiful harp-strings, I appeal to you.
I appeal in the ancient holy name of Romance: do not ring that bell.
[Caller rings the bell.
POET (sits down, abject)