The man look’d up; “Surprising! can it be
My master’s son? as I’m alive, ’tis he!”
“How! Robin?” George replied, “and are we near
My father’s house? how strangely things appear! -
Dear sir, though wanderers, we at last are right:
Let us proceed, and glad my father’s sight:
We shall at least be fairly lodged and fed,
I can ensure a supper and a bed;
Let us this night as one of pleasure date,
And of surprise: it is an act of Fate.”