“’Tis well,” he cried, “for you,
That I’m a Friar, else in mine ire
Some mischief might I do!
“Why should I tell to such as thou
The story of my youth?
My patience is exhausted now,
Denying each untruth.
“You’re right, so far, if you suppose
I’ve seen some woes and cares,
But, mark you well, I never tell