Says Toby,—“I want nothing, Sir, at all.”
“Want nothing!—Sir, you’ve pull’d my bell, I vow,
As if you’d jerk it off the wire!”
Quoth Toby,—gravely making him a bow,—
“I pull’d it, Sir, at your desire.”
“At mine!”—“Yes, yours—I hope I’ve done it well;
High time for bed, Sir; I was hast’ning to it;
But if you write up Please to ring the bell,
Common politeness makes me stop, and do it.”
Isaac, now, waxing wroth apace,