But I feared all the means I the pow'r had to try,
Which her sorrows could soothe, or her bitter tears dry,
Might p'rhaps also rekindle her rage:
So I kept snug concealed there as still as a mouse,
Till she sobbed out the very last tear;
Then just waited to see her safe into the house,
And made double-quick haste to get here.
So, my friends, you perceive that no blame I can own,
I felt sure the excuse for the fault would atone;
With your leave I will go now and fetch Mr. Peter,