Doubtless the man's dead, dead enough, don't fear!
But, hang it, what if there have been a spice,
A touch of ... eh? You see, the Pope's so old,
Some of us add, obtuse,—age never slips
The chance of shoving youth to face death first!"
And so on. Therefore to suppress such talk
You two come here, entreat I tell you lies,
And end, the edifying way. I end,
Telling the truth! Your self-styled shepherd thieves!
A thief—and how thieves hate the wolves we know: