Thou wouldst not be the first man who has hid an aching heart behind a smile.

The tune thou pipest may not bring _thee_ pleasure, but if it sets the world to dancing it is enough.

And, too, it is an honest way to earn thy bread.
Canst think of any other ?" Aldebaran hid his face within his hands.

"No, no!" he groaned.

"There is no other way, and yet my soul abhors the thought, that I, a king's son, should descend to this! The jester's motley and the cap and bells.