I fear, sir, you may not be disposed to enlighten us, at this hour.
NORTH.
But I am disposed to be enlightened. Oxonians—and Double First-Class Men—nor truants since—you will find in me a docile pupil rather than a Teacher. I am no great Grecian.
BULLER.
But you are, sir; and a fine old Trojan too, methinks! What audacious word has escaped my lips!
NORTH.
Epic Poetry! Tell but a Tale, and see Childhood—the harmless, the trustful, the wondering, listen—"all ear;" and so has the wilder and mightier Childhood of Nations, listened, trustful, wondering, "all ear," to Tales lofty, profound—said, or, as Art grew up, sung.
SEWARD.
ΕΠΕ, Say or Tell.
BULLER.