SCENE II.
—A Courtyard. Fountain playing,
flowers, etc. Pander and Porter on a bench,
throwing dice.
Pander.
The devil's in the dice. I'll play no
more to-day. God be praised, trade was never
more brisk, and we have the finest pieces of
women's flesh in fifty leagues. Else your cursed
luck had drained me as dry as a worm-eaten
walnut.
Porter.
Fortune's a balky filly; you must ride
hard while she is in mood to carry you.
[Knocking.]
Pander.
More gallants! Well, I see Venus isn't ungodessed yet.
[Exit Porter.]
He that would get gold, let him sell the necessities of life.
[Enter Percival and Galahad.]
Good evening, gentlemen, and a merry night to
you. I'll go call the ladies.
[Exit Pander.]
Percival.
That's an odd varlet.
Galahad.
Ay? I did not mark him.
Percival.
I liked him not. This is a pleasant place.
Galahad.
How beautiful are lilies! See them raise
Their crowned heads like royalties above
Their lowlier fellows. There's no king on earth
So simply all-sufficient to his life
As these. There is a touch of God in them.
Percival.
It is the glory of man that he must strive.
Galahad.
That he may reach their rounded life at last.
Percival.
No more than these?
Galahad.
Ay, more than these, no doubt,
But filling out his vaster orb of life
And love and contemplation with the same
Serene completeness and untroubled poise,
Not fretful, not unsatisfied, not eager,
But calm, great, un ...
Like lilies in the garden of the Lord.
[Enter Sendal and Guimere.]
Guimere.
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