Cutting the traces
Will leave us dead-lock'd, here of all bad places!
Oh, do keep quiet, K-mb-rl-y! You're twitching
My cape again! Mind, Asq-th! You'll be pitching
Over that barrier, if you are not steady.
Fancy us getting in this fix—already!
Cabbin' it in a fog is awkward work,
Specially for the driver, who can't shirk,
When once his "fare" is taken.
I feel shaken.