Oh, that I were but from this bondage free!
Do, please your honour, let me go to sea.”—
“But why to sea? they want no Latin there;
Hard is their work, and very hard their fare.”
“But then,” said Thomas, “if on land, I doubt
My Uncle Dyson soon would find me out;
And, though he tells me what I yearly cost, 970
’Tis my belief he’d miss me were I lost.
For he has said, that I can act as well
As he himself—but this you must not tell.”—