"A handsome youth, Sir Denys; and a horse
Of finer figure never trod the course—
Yours, without question?"—"Yes! I think, a groom
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Bought me the beast; I cannot say the sum:
I ride him not, it is a foolish pride
Men have in cattle—but my people ride;
The boy is—hark ye, sirrah! what's your name?
Ay, Jacob, yes! I recollect—the same,
As I bethink me now, a tenant's son—