Hey, don't run up on me like that while my back's turned...I might accidentally deck you.

The vesper bell had rung its parting note; the domini were mostly caged in comfortable quarters, discussing the merits of old port; and the merry student had closed his oak, to consecrate the night to friendship, sack, and claret.

Wee'll dine in the great roome, but let the muſick / And banquet be prepar'd here.

The quintet in Propheticape muses out-of-measured-time until Holland leads it into swift, riding jazz.