The Allotments—I trust they'll be gains!
But the Squire and the Parson? Oh! Corydon mine,
When they hear what you've done, won't they kick up a shine?
Corydon (brusquely). Oh! the Squire and the Parson be—blowed!
All too long they've been cocks o' the walk.
Strephon (eagerly). Quite right! How this buzzum has glowed
Your twin tyrants to baffle and baulk!
Corydon (contemptuously). You've dissembled your—hate for them well,
Master Strephon! It never leaked out
Till we made Patient Grizzel a belle!