'T is I, this time, that supervise your lead.
Priests play with women, maids, wives, mothers —why?
These play with men and take them off our hands.
Did I come, counsel with some cut-beard gruff
Or rather this sleek young-old barberess?
Go, brother, stand you rapt in the ante-room
Of Her Efficacity my Cardinal
For an hour,—he likes to have lord-suitors lounge,—
While I betake myself to the gray mare,
The better horse,—how wise the people's word!—