XIII
So—é finita la commedia.
"And if the King like not the comedy"
(Twine in your hair the fallen gardenia!)
"Why then, belike he likes it not, pardie!"
What will the "King"—the British Public—say
When they perceive their sorrow was my fun,
Their Hecuba my mocking Brinvilliers?
I neither know nor care. What we have done
We have done. Admit, though, you are rare and rich!
This palely-wandering knight has found a flame
Both merciless and beautiful, you witch!
You play the game, and frankly, as a game!
This is the hour of prattle—tell me true!
I have never met another such. Have you?
"And if the King like not the comedy"
(Twine in your hair the fallen gardenia!)
"Why then, belike he likes it not, pardie!"
What will the "King"—the British Public—say
When they perceive their sorrow was my fun,
Their Hecuba my mocking Brinvilliers?
I neither know nor care. What we have done
We have done. Admit, though, you are rare and rich!
This palely-wandering knight has found a flame
Both merciless and beautiful, you witch!
You play the game, and frankly, as a game!
This is the hour of prattle—tell me true!
I have never met another such. Have you?
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