She said, “I love not pygmies; they are naught.” 
And he, “Who made them pygmies?” Then she pushed
Her veiling hair back from her round, soft eyes,
And answered, wondering, “Sir, my mothers did,
Ye know it.”  And he drew her near to sit
Beside him on the settle, answering, “Ay.” 
And they went on to talk as writ below,
If any one shall read: 

“Thy mother did,
And they that went before her.  Thinkest thou
That they did well?”

“They had been overcome;
And when the angered conquerors drave them out,
Behoved them find some other way to rule,—­
They did but use their wits.  Hath not man aye
Been cunning in dominion, among beasts
To breed for size or swiftness, or for sake
Of the white wool he loveth, at his choice? 
What harm if coveting a race of men
That could but serve, they sought among their thralls,
Such as were low of stature, men and maids;
Ay, and of feeble will and quiet mind? 
Did they not spend much gear to gather out
Such as I tell of, and for matching them
One with another for a thousand years? 
What harm, then, if there came of it a race,
Inferior in their wits, and in their size,
And well content to serve?”

“‘What harm?’ thou sayest. 
My wife doth ask, ’What harm? ’”

“Your pardon, sir. 
I do remember that there came one day,
Two of the grave old angels that God made,
When first He invented life (right old they were,
And plain, and venerable); and they said,
Rebuking of my mother as with hers
She sat, ’Ye do not well, you wives of men,
To match your wit against the Maker’s will,
And for your benefit to lower the stamp
Of His fair image, which He set at first
Upon man’s goodly frame; ye do not well
To treat his likeness even as ye treat
The bird and beast that perish.’”

“Said they aught
To appease the ancients, or to speak them fair?”

“How know I?  ’T was a slave that told it me. 
My mother was full old when I was born,
And that was in her youth.  What think you, sir? 
Did not the giants likewise ill?”

“To that
I have no answer ready.  If a man,
When each one is against his fellow, rule,
Or unmolested dwell, or unreproved,
Because, for size and strength, he standeth first,
He will thereof be glad; and if he say,
’I will to wife choose me a stately maid,
And leave a goodly offspring’; ’sooth, I think,
He sinneth not; for good to him and his
He would be strong and great.  Thy people’s fault
Was, that for ill to others, they did plot
To make them weak and small.”

“But yet they steal
Or take in war the strongest maids, and such
As are of highest stature; ay, and oft
They fight among themselves for that same cause. 
And they are proud against the King of heaven: 
They hope in course of ages they shall come
To be as strong as He.”