Go snacks then with your liveried brother,
'Good servants always help each other!
All for our Master's truest glory,
At least while I may tell the story.
When you 'step out' for tittle-tattle,
A pot of ale,—a wench's prattle,—
To hear a street-professor sing,—
Or see a brother-footman swing,
Leave the door open to save knocking,
Or Master's nerves the slightest shocking: