Returning home in triumph, I disdain’d
A brewer’s vulgar life; and having read
That our old King had summoned his good towns
To send new members up to Abbot’s side,
I went to Bedford, and behind me left
A chosen Lord to follow in my steps—
Yon bald-head bigot who forsook his master.
(Pointing to Lord H’s box.)
Journeying with that intent, I’ve ’scaped the Tower,
And, pride directed, come this night to hear