"What dost thou know of Love or feeling?—Wretch!

Begone!" she cried, with kindling eyes—"and do

My bidding!" Baba vanished, for to stretch

His own remonstrance further he well knew

Might end in acting as his own "Jack Ketch;"

And though he wished extremely to get through

This awkward business without harm to others,

He still preferred his own neck to another's.