Soon after, Sir LOUIS rode over the moor:
'My VICTOR, how comes it you're still so poor,
When I have paid all your debts, sir?
I've made you so rich, I've made you so great;
I've brought you gifts of money and plate;
Is there anything more to complete your state,
That you'd like to have, I can get, sir?
Come, VICTOR, confess to your faithful friend,
Who to make you happy his honor would lend.'
'Oh, worthy man,—my tower and strength!