Yet not in terms direct—“My name,” quoth he,
“Is Thomas Bethel; you have heard of me”—
“Not good nor evil, Thomas—had I need
Of so much knowledge;—but pray now proceed.”—
“Dyson’s my mother’s name; but I have not
That interest with you, and the worse my lot.
I serve my Uncle James, and run and write, 940
And watch and work from morning until night;
Confined among the looms, and webs, and wheels,
You cannot think how like a slave one feels.