Dicam verbum Salomonis—" "dicite!" When—whisk!—
What was changed? The stranger gave his eyes a rubbing:
There smiled Peter's face turned back a moment at him o'er the shoulder,
As the black-door shut, bang! "So he 'scapes a drubbing!"
(Quoth a boy who, unespied, had stopped to hear the talk.)
"That 's the way to thank these wizards when they bid men
Benedicite! What ails you? You, a man, and yet no bolder?
Foreign Sir, you look but foolish!" "Idmen, idmen!"
Groaned the Greek. "O Peter, cheese at last I know from chalk!"
Peter lived his life out, menaced yet no martyr,