“I wish I could but know who was he
That addressed me,
If he was noble, or, at least, what his name is …”
“I wish I could but know who was he That addressed me, If he was noble, or, at least, what his name is …”
When Margarita had finished singing the ballad of the King of Thule, she was loudly cheered and again when she came to the end of the jewel song:
“Ah, the joy of past compare
These jewels bright to wear! …”