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aptain of a vessel may be judged
By those subordinate to his command,
So do I quick conception of thee form.
By the broad mental gifts of Seldonskip
Who were the hose, through which thy mind doth squirt Most sapient thought, for mankind's betterment.
_Seldonskip:_ You bet his wisdom squirts until I feel
As if my think tank were about to bust.
_Francos:_ Good captain, greatly hast thou honored me
And from such worthy source, I doubly feel
The compliment were born from honor's womb;
Anon, with thee would I more converse hold.
_(Captain and Seldonskip move off.)_
_Francos to Quezox:_
Good Quezox, this young squirt doth raise my bile, I fear some contretemps his tongue may raise.
_Quezox:_ Most noble sire, this youth hath long been bred,
To gentle food which fits him ill to wage.
Against his passions all sufficient strife,
I fear lest close relation works you ill.
_Francos:_ Alas 'tis true that soft environments,
Take hold upon the child and grip him fast.
_Quezox:_ And yet if seeds of manhood there inhere
'Twere time for them to sprout and outward shoot. _(Earnestly)_
I like not tattling tongues yet I must voice,
A matter which hath cut me to the quick:
On yester morn, I in sweet converse joined,
With one who wears angelic form divine,
When this presuming fop with jeering eye,
Made bold to amble, with convenient ear.
Till we, forsooth, were forced to silence woo.
But let us turn awhile to pleasant thoughts.
What has been fashioned for the glorious day
When we shall thrust our journey in the past
And meet rejoicing thousands at the pier?
_(Seldonskip approaches speaks)_
Well, Governor, thy message hath on wings Of lightning sped its hurried way, and now Methinks the anxious throng which fears the ax, Will hustle mightily for stovepipe hats