Than were our fathers. Now they have to learn
How much our cleverness hath been increased.
Our fathers let them in; in our turn we
Shall drive them out. I know the secret tracks
That yield an entrance to the fortalice.
I used to work within it until rage
Drove me away; now will I show the knights
How we can make their science serve our ends.
Fifth Countrywoman:
He surely hath no good thought in his heart;