Out, Tom! Out, Tom! what have you been about, Tom?
Though, if you truly know yourself, I’m very much in doubt, Tom!
To think, though, that a man of sense, for you are not a fool, Tom!
Should act in such a way, oh, dear! I hardly can keep cool, Tom!
What’s that you say? “You’ve only claimed what should be yours by right,” Tom?
And that Le Sieur Bresci was indeed a Norman knight, Tom?
My poor, poor boy! Come, tell me who has told you of such stuff, Tom!
I should have thought your father’s name for you’d be good enough, Tom!
What’s that? “The Heralds searched for you, and found you our old crest,” Tom?
For any Brassey’s crest I think my pickaxe would serve best, Tom;