At statecraft. Since my right in you seemed lost,
I stung myself to teach you, to your cost,
What you rejected could be prized beyond
Life, heaven, by the first fool I threw a fond
Look on, a fatal word to."
"And you still
Love me? Do I conjecture well or ill?"
"Conjecture—well or ill! I had three years
To spend in learning you."
"We both are peers