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{{script|Complicatio}}: | {{script|Complicatio}}: My division’s consigned, by unfunny fate | ||
To live | To live life unloved upon the ledger. We are but cost. | ||
’tis the | ’tis the rust and stain of clammy machinery to require | ||
Ruinous peopling by myriad technicians. | |||
Each is steep’d, til cup is cold, in arcane science. | |||
Or hers, or theirs, or its, or xes — | Or hers, or theirs, or its, or xes — | ||
I am thus and then obliged. I own the [[service line]] | I am thus and then obliged. I own the [[service line]] | ||
It falls to me to work | It falls to me to work their stretchèd silos, | ||
Yoked and tethered as a measurèd beast | Yoked and tethered as a measurèd beast — | ||
Upon whose saddled back our fiscal fate depends. | Upon whose saddled back our fiscal fate depends. | ||
And | And, O! Dilemma! The very men who work these chainèd cranks — | ||
And women — and those unsure, or curious, or as yet unaligned— | |||
{{Script|Queen}}: The heavens doth anoint! | {{Script|Queen}}: The heavens doth anoint! | ||
{{script|Complicatio}}: Milady? | {{script|Complicatio}}: Milady? | ||
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Their majesty doth get the point. | Their majesty doth get the point. | ||
{{script|Queen}}: It is a pretty speech so far. But has it any meat? | {{script|Queen}}: It is a pretty speech so far. But has it any meat? | ||
{{script|Complicatio}}: I | {{script|Complicatio}}: I — we — ''they'' — are and am obliged. | ||
Those eager souls whose cadences power our jalopy | Those eager souls whose allied cadences power our jalopy | ||
By inevitable heft they play as weighty anchors. | By their inevitable heft, they play as weighty anchors. | ||
{{Script|Nuncle}}: | {{Script|Nuncle}}: “Weighty anchors”? None call the Reverend Spooner! | ||
{{script|Complicatio}}: Yegads, but are they inconstant. Oafish! Fickle! Slow! | {{script|Complicatio}}: Yegads, but are they inconstant. Oafish! Fickle! Slow! | ||
I wouldst speed their outputs up, but worser comes with sooner. | |||
And so, my liege, my battle plan | |||
Yet herein will I imitate the sun, | Yet herein will I imitate the sun, |