LXIX
“By ’r Lady! he is gone!” cries Hum, “and I,—
(I own it),—have made too free with his wine;
Old Crafticant will smoke me. By the by!
This room is full of jewels as a mine,—
Dear valuable creatures, how ye shine!
Sometime to-day I must contrive a minute,
If Mercury propitiously incline,
To examine his scrutoire, and see what’s in it,
For of superfluous diamonds I as well may thin it.