Will occupy the bedroom, and I'll have to crack thy neck!"
In yonder wing, and up the stairs as high as thou canst go,
There is the bedroom, with a door, of casement rather low,
And if thou stay a night therein, thy sleep might wake for shock,
Of scratching on the door, and keyhole cry, to wind your clock,
And then the shout of
"Caitiff knave!"
And if thou'rt bold and dare,
To peer out on that lobby then, he crocks me down the stair!
And leaves thee shivering in thy shirt, with fright and besomed hair!