Delight my soul with welcoming to feasts,
And taking chairs, as in the year just gone;
For my Chief Magistracy perisheth.
But now delay not! to the window run,
Watch what thou see'st, and lightly bring me word."
Then did the bold Sir Soulsby answer make:
"No call have I to follow thy behest;
Look for thyself—thine eyes are good as mine!"
To whom replied M'Arthur, much in wrath:
"Ah, miserable and unkind, and untrue,