Suited our fortunes.
Oct.O, would I had been there!
They could not laugh at thee.
Br.They did not laugh.
The sadness and the sweetness of the music,
After their low hoarse songs, startled to sense
Their sodden, maudlin brains: they listened all
To the end, and then with daunted appetite
Sat in constraint and silence.
Oct.Oh! well done!