We 'll try it!—Not that we can venture much.
Her confidence we've lost forever: Berthold's
Is all to gain.
Gui. To-night, then, venture we!
Yet—if lost confidence might be renewed?
Gau. Never in noble natures! With the base ones,—
Twist off the crab's claw, wait a smarting-while,
And something grows and grows and gets to be
A mimic of the lost joint, just so like
As keeps in mind it never, never will