"If a bird will not stop for the salt to its tail, then the salt is damned, Nuncio; and you must cry David! and get thee to the quarry." Lempriere stared at him swelling with rage; but the quaint smiling of the fool conquered him, and instead of turning on his heel, he spread himself like a Colossus and looked down in grandeur.

"And wherefore cry David! and get quarrying ?" he asked.

"Come, what sense is there in thy words, when I am wroth with yonder nobleman ?" "Oh, Nuncio, Nuncio, thou art a child of innocence and without history.
The salt held not the bird for the net of thy anger, Nuncio; so it is meet that other ways be found.

David the ancient put a stone in a sling and Goliath laid him down like an egg in a nest--therefore, Nuncio, get thee to the quarry.

Obligato, which is to say Leicester yonder, hath no tail--the devil cut it off and wears it himself.