Think gravely, Sir, I pray:—fancy the Knight—
(’Tis quite a Picture)—with his heart’s delight!
Fancy you see his virtuous Lady stand,
Holding the Friar’s foulness in her hand!—
How should Sir Thomas, Sir, behave?
Why bounce, and sputter, surely, like a squib:—
You would have done the same, Sir, if a knave,
A frouzy Friar, meddle’d with your Rib.
His bosom almost burst with ire
Against the Friar;