"Miss-Fortune!! Heav'ns! O thus she's nam'd,"
The Knight, with uplift eyes exclaim'd.
"O the dull head, not to have seen
What the Finale must have been!"
Then clasping hands and chuckling first
Into a bellowing laugh he burst,
Though not to his broad face confin'd,
But on each side, before, behind,
It seem'd as if his whimsies bound him,
In a joyous circle round him: