A loser; but who falls in love,
Is fettered in fond Cupid's snare;
My angle breeds me no such care."
And Sir William and Mr. Duncan ended the song:
"The first men that our Saviour dear
Did choose to wait upon him here,
Blest Fishers were,—"
The shrill voices of Esk and Peter joined in, then were hushed as Silver Heels's dainty song grew from the silence like a fresh breeze:
"For Courts are full of flattery
As hath too oft been tried;