Then quickly rose Sir Soulsby, and he ran
To the great window by the street, and cried:
"Your lordship, I perceive a gallant coach,
Drawn by four glossy horses, waits below,
With well-fed coachman sitting on the box.
And gold-laced lackeys hanging on behind."
Then groaned M'Arthur, "Take me to the coach,"
So to the coach they came. There lackeys three
Leap'd to the ground, and seized his Lordship's arms,
And hitch'd him up, and closely shut the door.