An apple arc'd toward Kleitos; whose great King br wroth & of wine did study where his sword, br sneaked away, might be . . . br with swollen lids staggered up and clung br dim to the cloth of gold. An un-Greek word br blister, to him guard, br br and the trumpeter would not sound, fisted. Ha, br they hustle Clitus out; by another door, br loaded, crowds he back in br who now must, chopped, fall to the spear-ax ah br grabbed from an extra by the boy-god, sore br for weapons. For the sin: br br little it is gross Henry has to say. br The King heaved. Pluckt out, the ax-end would br he jab in his sole throat. br As if an end. A baby, the guard may br squire him to his apartments. Weeping & blood br wound round his one friend.