Each greedy lawyer gripes his double fee:
In doleful mood the suitors homeward trudge,
And leave the hall to silence and to me.
Now not a barrister attracts the sight,
And all the dome a solemn stillness holds,
Save at the entrance, where with all her might,
The Quean of Apples at the porter scolds:
Save that at fives a group of wrangling boys
At intervals pursue the bounding ball,
Make Henderson,[5] the studious, damn their noise,