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Meantime we shall express our darker purpose. <br>
{{dia|Provocatoria|Meantime we shall express our darker purpose. I am tired. <br>
[[Nuncle]], give the [[deck]]. Know this my council, that I have divined <br>
[[Nuncle]], pass the [[deck]]. Know this my council:<br>  
In quarters all our gold reserves. I am tired. I tried.  <br>
My departing wish: this house must hold its nerve. <br>
I am, at last, intent to shake the cares of business; <br>
Wherefore I divide, in quarters, all of its reserves. <br>
Conferring them on some younger lance, while I <br>
Conferring them upon some younger lance, while I <br>
Unburden’d crawl toward my place in France.  <br>
Unburden’d crawl toward my place in France.  <br>
I have made this hour a will to put the firm <br>
I have made this hour a will to put the firm <br>
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To an acumen so sharp to shave the chin <br>
To an acumen so sharp to shave the chin <br>
Or cut the lunch of those cur-struck brigands from the west?  <br>
Or cut the lunch of those cur-struck brigands from the west?  <br>
Thou art my likeliest inheritors to make it right. <br>
Thou art my likeliest inheritors. Who shall make it right? <br>
Is there one or two who, perchance between you <br>
Is there one or two who, perchance between you <br>
Hast the stomach and the wisdom for the fight? <br>
Has both the stomach and the wisdom for the fight?}}
[[Nuncle]]: Now steady, here, my lady liege: one hears it oftly said <br>
{{dkt co heads}}
One head per pair of shoulders is enough <br>
{{dia|Provocatoria|And here to be answer’d. Tell me, my lords:  <br>
Less than that a lack, of that be sure <br>
Should I divest my mandate to a worthy heir  <br>
But no less a lack there is if you have more <br>
Which heir was you: what wouldst be your best idea? <br>
Queen: What mean you, Fool, your riddle stays unspun. <br>
How wouldst you drive our sweetened chariot to the sun? <br>
[[Nuncle]]: One head’s a head ahead: [[Co-calculation agent|co-heads are none]]. <br>
What wouldst you scheme to make the rabbits run? <br>
Queen: Must co-operation e’er be seen a fudge?  <br>
He, or she, or they, who enthrall mine eyes: <br>
[[Nuncle]]: So try it, ma’am: you be the fool, and I the judge. <br>
Shall with royal leave possess our frittered prize. Speak.}}
[[Queen]]: And here are to be answer’d. Tell me, my closest lords:  <br>
If I were divest myself of rule and mandate to a worthy heir  <br>
Which heir was you: what would be your best idea? <br>
To he, or she whose plans I love the most <br>
This large but frittered bounty I may extend. Speak. <br>

Latest revision as of 10:27, 11 September 2024

Provocatoria: Meantime we shall express our darker purpose. I am tired.
Nuncle, pass the deck. Know this my council:
My departing wish: this house must hold its nerve.
Wherefore I divide, in quarters, all of its reserves.
Conferring them upon some younger lance, while I
Unburden’d crawl toward my place in France.
I have made this hour a will to put the firm
In firmer hand and stouter head than mine.
Is there one among you who can forsooth attest
To an acumen so sharp to shave the chin
Or cut the lunch of those cur-struck brigands from the west?
Thou art my likeliest inheritors. Who shall make it right?
Is there one or two who, perchance between you
Has both the stomach and the wisdom for the fight?

Nuncle: Now steady, here, my lady liege: one hears it oftly said:
One head per pair of shoulders is enough
Less than one a lack, for sure
But no less a lack there is if there is more.

Provocatoria: What mean you, Fool? Your riddle stays unspun.

Nuncle: One head’s a head ahead: co-heads are none.

Provocatoria: Must co-operation e’er be seen a fudge?

Nuncle: So try it, ma’am: you be the fool, and I the judge.

Provocatoria: And here to be answer’d. Tell me, my lords:
Should I divest my mandate to a worthy heir
Which heir was you: what wouldst be your best idea?
How wouldst you drive our sweetened chariot to the sun?
What wouldst you scheme to make the rabbits run?
He, or she, or they, who enthrall mine eyes:
Shall with royal leave possess our frittered prize. Speak.