That I did not want to perish by desertion of my party,
To descend into oblivion like Goschen had, and Harty.
He accepted my apologies with pleasure that did flatter,
As he said I’d been mistaken, and it really didn’t matter!
Cham.—And it really didn’t matter!
That it really didn’t matter, matter, matter, matter, matter!
Chamberlain.
If I were not so deeply pledged to mingle with the Tories,
I should like once more to join in my former leader’s glories;
For I’m very much afraid that I have got into a mire,