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Hist, but a word, fair and soft! / Forth and be judged, Master Hugues! / Answer the question I've put you so oft: / What do you mean by your mountainous fugues? / See, we're alone in the loft, --
I, the poor organist here, / Hugues, the composer of note, / Dead though, and done with, this many a year: / Let's have a colloquy, something to quote, / Make the world prick up its ear!