Here have I been leading the life of a dog or of a boor all these years--squire's son though men call me.

I have seen nothing, I have learned nothing; I have consorted with low hinds; I have been no better than the swine in the fields.

Now at last I have my liberty and a bag of gold given to me.

I am sent out to see the world, and to enjoy life.

Take my gold from me, and I must perforce go back to the old life.