“By thy long sleev’d gown, and hood of down,
Now wherefore stopp’st thou me?
“The bursary doors are open’d wide,
And I must next go in:
The men are met, the papers set,
May’st hear the freshman-din.”
He holds him with his inky hand,
“There was Great Go,” quoth he,
“Hold off! unhand me, Baccalere!
Eftsoons his hand dropp’d he.