With a poor dog, and hear what he will say!
No matter what, I’ll ask him for his son”—
“And so offend? Now, brother, pray be gone!” 420
My lord appear’d, perhaps by pity moved,
And kindly said he no such things approved;
Nay, he was angry with the foolish boy,
Who might his pleasures at his ease enjoy;
The thing was wrong—he hoped the farm did well—
The angry father doom’d the farm to hell;
He then desired to see the villain-son,