Story! God bless you! I have none to tell, sir, Only last night a-drinking at the Chequers, This poor old hat and breeches, as you see, were Torn in the scuffle. Constable came up for to take me into Custody; they took me before the Justice, Justice Oldmixon put me in the parish Stocks for a vagrant. I should be glad to drink your honour's health in A pot of beer, if you would give me sixpence; But, for my part, I never love to meddle With politics, sir. _Friend of Humanity_. _I_ give thee sixpence! I will see thee damned first-- Wretch! whom no sense of wrong can rouse to vengeance-- Sordid, unfeeling, reprobate, degraded, Spiritless outcast! [_Kicks the knife-grinder, overturns his wheel, and exit in a transport of republican enthusiasm and universal philanthropy_.] LIII. SONG BY ROGERO THE CAPTIVE. This is a satirical imitation of many of the songs current in the romantic dramas of the period. It is contained in the _Rovers, or the Double Arrangement_, act i. sc. 2, a skit upon the dramatic literature of the day. Whene'er with haggard eyes I view This dungeon, that I'm rotting in, I think of those companions true Who studied with me in the U- -niversity of Gottingen-- -niversity of Gottingen. [_Weeps, and pulls out a blue 'kerchief, with which he wipes his eyes; gazing tenderly at it, he proceeds_. Sweet 'kerchief check'd with heavenly blue, Which once my love sat knotting in, Alas, Matilda then was true, At least I thought so at the U- -niversity of Gottingen-- -niversity of Gottingen. [_At the repetition of this line Rogero clanks his chain in cadence_. Barbs! barbs! alas! how swift ye flew, Her neat post-waggon trotting in! Ye bore Matilda from my view; Forlorn I languish'd at the U- -niversity of Gottingen-- -niversity of Gottingen. This faded form! this pallid hue! This blood my veins is clotting in, My years are many--they were few When I first entered at the U- -niversity of Gottingen-- -niversity of Gottingen. There first for thee my passion grew, Sweet; sweet Matilda Pottingen! Thou wast the daughter of my tutor, Law Professor at the U- -niversity of Gottingen-- -niversity of Gottingen Sun, moon, and thou vain world, adieu, That kings and priests are plotting in; Here doom'd to starve on water-gruel, never shall I see the U- -niversity of Gottingen!-- -niversity of Gottingen! [_During the last stanza Rogero dashes his head repeatedly against the walls of his prison; and, finally, so hard as to produce a visible contusion. He then throws himself on the floor in an agony. The curtain drops--the music still continuing to play till it is wholly fallen_.