:19:03
Buffoon!
:19:05
What is it now?
:19:06
I must...relieve these cramps.
It's lack of exercise.
:19:11
Are you all right?
:19:13
My sword has gone to sleep.
:19:17
So be it!
:19:20
With what joy...
she wakens to that sound.
:19:23
Poet, eh?
Yes, a poet.
:19:25
Even when rattling ironmongery
:19:28
I'll compose a ballade extempore.
:19:31
A ballade?
:19:32
I'll hit you on the final line.
:19:34
No!
No?
:19:36
''Ballade of a Fencing Bout...
:19:38
''Between de Bergerac
and a Foppish Lout.''
:19:44
What is that doggerel?
:19:45
It's the title.
:19:48
Silence!
Quiet!
:19:50
Wait. Let me choose my rhymes.
:19:55
Good. Ready.
:19:57
0 bare my head from crown to nape
and slowly...
:20:01
abandon my cape
:20:06
Then finally I strip my steel.
:20:16
A thoroughbred...from head to heel.
:20:19
Disdainful of the rein or bit.
:20:23
I pull a lyric wheel
but at the poem's end...
:20:29
I hit!
:20:47
Come, be burst...you purple grape.
:20:52
Come and lose your peel.
:20:54
Show, you ribboned ape
the fat your folderols conceal.
:20:57
A pretty peal.