As e'er the hunted deer a covert——
Gab.Or
The wounded lion his cool cave. Methinks
You rather look like one would turn at bay,
And rip the hunter's entrails.
Wer.Ah!
Gab.I care not
If it be so, being much disposed to do10
The same myself. But will you shelter me?
I am oppressed like you—and poor like you—