Peer.

My dear man, there are others who share the same fate.

The Old Man.

And ourselves we’ve no Mutual Aid Society,

No alms-box or Penny Savings Bank;—

In the Rondë, of course, they’d be out of place.

Peer.

No, that curs’d: To thyself be enough was the word there!

The Old Man.

Oh, come now, the Prince can’t complain of the word.