No More Learning

I shall have gone
Before a hand can touch me.

_Forgael_ [_folding his arms_]. My hands are still;
The ever-living hold us. Do what you will,
You cannot leap out of the golden net.

_First Sailor. _ There is no need for you to drown. Give us our pardon
and we will bring you home on your own ship, and make an end of this
man that is leading us to death.

_Dectora. _ I promise it.

_Aibric. _ I am on his side.
I'd strike a blow for him to give him time
To cast his dreams away.

_First Sailor. _ He has put a sudden darkness over the moon.

_Dectora.
_ Nine swords with handles of rhinoceros horn
To him that strikes him first.

_First Sailor. _ I will strike him first. No! for that music of his
might put a beast's head upon my shoulders, or it may be two heads and
they devouring one another.

_Dectora. _ I'll give a golden galley full of fruit
That has the heady flavour of new wine
To him that wounds him to the death.

_First Sailor. _ I'll strike at him. His spells, when he dies, will die
with him and vanish away.

_Second Sailor. _ I'll strike at him.

_The Others. _ And I! And I! And I!