Then, foolish boy, receive at length thy will:
Now knowest thou the greatness of thine ill.
Pierrot.
Now have I lost my heart, and gained my goal.
The Lady.
Didst thou not read the warning on the scroll?
[Picks up the parchment.]
Pierrot.
I read it all, as on this quest I fared,
Save where it was illegible and hard.
The Lady.
Alack! poor scholar, wast thou never taught
A little knowledge serveth less than naught?
Hadst thou perused—but, stay, I will explain
What was the writing which thou didst disdain.