PIPER,
Well, would you have a man take root, I ask?
BARBARA
That swallows swords. . . .
PIPER
Is he a comely man?
BARBARA
That swallows swords!--
PIPER
What's manlier to swallow?
Did he but swallow pancakes, were that praise?
Pancakes and sausage, like your Hamelin yokels?
He swallows fire and swords, I say, and more.
And yet this man hath for a whole noon-hour
Guarded you while you slept;--still as a dove,
Distant and kind as shadow; giant-strong
For his enchanted princess,--even you.
BARBARA
So you bewitched me, then.
PIPER
[wildly]
How do I know?
BARBARA
Where are the children?
PIPER
I'll not tell you that.
You are too much of Hamelin.
BARBARA
You bewitched them!
PIPER
Yes, so it seems. But how?--Upon my life,
'T is more than I know,--yes, a little more.
[Rapidly: half in earnest and half in whimsy]
Sometimes it works, and sometimes no. There are
Some things upon my soul, I cannot do.
[Watching her.]
BARBARA
[expectantly]
Not even with thy pipe?
PIPER
Not even so.
Some are too hard.--Yet, yet, I love to try:
And most, to try with all the hidden charms
I have, that I have never counted through.
BARBARA
[fascinated]
Where are they?
PIPER
[touching his heart]
Here.
BARBARA
What are they?
PIPER
How do I know?
If I knew all, why should I care to live?
No, no! The game is What-Will-Happen-Next?
BARBARA
And what will happen?
PIPER
[tantalizingly]
Ah! how do I know?
It keeps me searching.
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