Chapter 95 No.95

Young Henry Blount, meanwhile, the cost

Had reckoned with their Scottish host;

And, as the charge he cast and paid,

"Ill thou deserv'st thy hire," he said;

"Dost see, thou knave, my horse's plight?

Fairies have ridden him all the night,

And left him in a foam!

I trust that soon a conjuring band,

With English cross, and blazi