Ch. Thou hast the master-secret, loving it.
Al. Many have that: and I can sing alone,
But ne’er have learned your many-voicèd skill.
Ch. That is the maker’s art: the song being made,
’Tis to sing strictly, and to teach thy phrase
Confident rivalry, as if thou knewest
Thy passion was the deepest, and could blend
The wandering strains in closer harmony.
Al. Make me your pupil. How should I begin?