orn streak
Which might by irritation grow so big
That naught could move it; while a flatt'ring tongue
Might bend him, all unconscious to himself,
To work our every will, while he doth dream
That from his fertile brain the seeds do sprout;
'Tis thus we'll plant our choice in Carpen's place.

_Muchacho (bearing grape juice and cigarettes approaches;
speaks):_

Senor, an hombre at the portal knocks
Who hath an oily tongue, which wagged desire
To speack with thee, but I all unawere
Of thy design, did ward him gently off.
_Quezox:_ 'Twere well, thus ever do when skins are white.
But did this hombre show a mighty girth?
_Muchacho:_ In sooth he did, Senor; his leg like to
A python gorged with infant carabao
Did to his body make comparison.
_Quezox:_ Ha! bid him hence. I know this hombre well!
Go twist thy tongue into a double knot
So that his importuning I escape.

_(Exit muchacho)_

The sacred writ doth tell of one who sat
Upon the judgment seat to justice serve,
And when a widow's importuning sore
Did him annoy, to ease his troubled mind,
He listened to her tale and justice gave,
Fearing her sighs and tears, else ne'er would cease.
Hence I must close mine ear lest eager plaints
Should move my tender heart to grant his plea.
_(Enter muchacho, speacks:)_
Most noble Senor, at the door do stand
Three gentlemen whose color doth demand
Cognition, hence I bade them patient wait
While I acquaint thee of their anxious quest.
_Quezox:_ Thou sayest well; go bid them enter here,
And then refreshments serve, at my command.
_Muchacho:_ Si, Senor, si; I grape juice will prepare,
_Quezox:_ Hold! These are men with red blood in their veins,
Hence wine were fitting bev'rage for their needs,
With cigarettes and black cigars galore,
For we may lengthen speech till morning's sun
Shall bid the anxious night give place to day.
_(Enter Gentlemen)_
_Quezox (with outstretched hands):_
Senores, ye I greet! All that is here is yours.
'Tis said the walls have ears, hence it were wise