Broad Grins / Comprising, With New Additional Tales in Verse, Those / Formerly Publish'd Under the Title "My Night-Gown and / Slippers."

by George Colman

Was now oblige’d to speak him fair,—and truckle.

“Behold me,” Roger cried, “behold me, John!

Entreating as a favour you’ll be gone;

Me! your sworn foe, tho’ fellow-lodger;

Me!—who, in agony, tho’ suing now to you,

Would, once, have seen you damn’d ere make a bow to you.

Me,—Roger!”[12]

To this address, so fraught with the pathetick,

John remain’d dumb, as a Pythagorean;

Seeming to hint, “Roger, you’re a plebeian