And thus he does within his mind reflect:—
"This sly usurper I shall now detect:
Soon shall he know, though much against his will,
At Bretton hall I have dominion still;
Those woods and fertile fields my own I call,
With this magnificent, this splendid hall:
And now I come to claim them as my own,
Though, by my dress, not from a beggar known;
My clothes are turn'd to rags, and, by the weather,
My skin is tann'd till it resembles leather;