Then, should you praise them in a knowing way,
I’ll take it kindly—that is well—be gay. 60
“Nor pass the pebbled cottage as you rise
Above the sluice, till you have fix’d your eyes
On the low woodbined window, and have seen,
So fortune favour you, the ghost within.
Take but one look, and then your way pursue:
It flies all strangers, and it knows not you.”
Richard return’d, and by his Brother stood,
Not in a pensive, not in pleasant mood;