For he who lent it to a babe unknown,
Censorious men might take it for his own:
They look’d about, they gravely spoke to all,
And not one
Richard
answer’d to the call.
Next they inquired the day, when, passing by,
Th’ unlucky peasant heard the stranger’s cry:
This known, - how food and raiment they might give
Was next debated - for the rogue would live;