'Tis of a foreign gentleman, Androcles was his name,
Who being somewhat "seedy"—many others are the same—
Having no shares to stag, no scrip to get from a new line,
Walked off into a savage place, with Humphrey's duke to dine.
Chance brought him to a rocky cave, whence issued cries of woe;
A lion there was screaming, with a splinter in his toe:
He volunteered his services; the noble brute, not proud,
A surgical inspection of his tender foot allowed.
Androcles drew the splinter out; the lion joy expressed—
This ends the first part of my lay; Part II. contains the rest.