Of all this race by Heaven cursed,
John, is the eldest and the worst,
A specious knave, whose end will be
A-dancing on the gallows-tree.
He paused, thinking he heard a footstep.
“Go on,” smiled Mr. Wedderburn.
There is no deed he would not do
Or readily put his hand thereto
So he might gain this world’s gear,
Scruples knows he not nor fear.