Two days were past, and still the same reply
To the same question—“Not a Will have I.”
More grave, more earnest, then the Friend appear’d;
He spoke with power, as one who would be heard—
“A Will your father made! I witness’d one.”
The Heir arose in anger—“Sir, begone!
Think you my spirit by your looks to awe?
Go to your lodgings, friend, or to your law.
To what would you our easy souls persuade? 140
Once more I tell you, not a Will was made;