Antonia's skill was put upon the rack, But no device could be brought into play. And how to parry the renew'd attack? Besides, it wanted but few hours of day: Antonia puzzled; Julia did not speak, But press'd her bloodless lip to Juan's cheek. CLXX. He turn'd his lip to hers, and with his hand Call'd back the tangles of her wandering hair; Even then their love they could not all command, And half forgot their danger and despair. Antonia's patience now was at a stand Come, come, 'tis no time now for fooling there," She whisper'd, in great wrath; 'I must deposit This pretty gentleman within the closet. CLXXI. Pray keep your nonsense for some luckier nightWho can have put my master in this mood? What will become on't?-I'm in such a fright! The devil's in the urchin, and no goodIs this a time for giggling? this a plight? Why, don't you know that it may end in blood? You'll lose your life, and I shall lose my place, My mistress, all, for that half-girlish face. CLXXII. Had it but been for a stout cavalier Of twenty-five or thirty-(come, make haste)But for a child, what piece of work is here! I really, madam, wonder at your taste(Come, sir, get in)-my master must be near: There for the present, at the least, he's fast, And if we can but till the morning keep Our counsel (Juan, mind, you must not sleep).' CLXXIII. Now Don Alfonso, entering, but alone, Closed the oration of the trusty maid: She loiter'd, and he told her to be goneAn order somewhat sullenly obey'd; However, present remedy was none, And no great good seem'd answer'd if she stay'd; Regarding both with slow and sidelong view, She snuff'd the candle, curtsied, and withdrew. CLXXIV. Alfonso paused a minute, then begun Some strange excuses for his late proceeding: He would not justify what he had done; To say the best, it was extreme ill-breeding; But there were ample reasons for it, none Of which he specified in this his pleading: His speech was a fine sample, on the whole, Of rhetoric, which the learn'd call 'rigmarole. CLXXV. Julia said nought, though all the while there rose Even if it should comprise a pack of fab'es: 'Tis to retort with firmness, and when he Suspects with one, do you reproach with three. There might be one more motive, which makes two, Had been the happy lover, he concluded, A hint, in tender cases, is enough; Silence is best; besides, there is a tact(That modern phrase appears to me sad stuff, But it will serve to keep my verse compact)Which keeps, when push'd by questions rather rough, A lady always distant from the fact: CLXXIX. They blush, and we believe them; at least I For then their eloquence grows quite profuse; CLXXX. Alfonso closed his speech, and begg'd her pardon. CLXXXI. A pair of shoes!-what then? not much, if they Are such as fit with ladies' feet; but these (No one can tell how much I grieve to say) Were masculine: to see them, and to seize, Was but a moment's act. Ah! well-a-day! My teeth begin to chatter, my veins freeze- He left the room for his relinquish'd sword, Haste-haste! I hear Alfonso's hurrying feetDay has not broke-there's no one in the street." CLXXXIII. None can say that this was not good advice; A sort of income-tax laid on by fate: Juan had reach'd the room-door in a trice, CLXXXIV. Dire was the scuffle, and out went the light; And Juan, too, blasphemed an octave higher; His blood was up; though young, he was a Tartar, And not at all disposed to prove a martyr. CLXXXV. Alfonso's sword had dropp'd ere he could draw it, His temper not being under great command, CLXXXVI. Alfonso grappled to detain the foe, And Juan throttled him to get away, And blood ('twas from the nose) began to flow; Lights came at length, and men, and maids, who found An awkward spectacle their eyes before; Antonia in hysterics, Julia swoon'd, Alfonso leaning breathless by the door; Here ends this canto. Need I sing, or say, The nine days' wonder which was brought to And how Alfonso sued for a divorce, (light, Were in the English newspapers, of course. CLXXXIX. If you would like to see the whole proceedings. There's more than one edition, and the readings Are various, but they none of them are dull: The best is that in shorthand, ta'en by Gurney, Who to Madrid on purpose made a journey. CXC. But Donna Inez, to divert the train Of one of the most circulating scandals That had for centurics been known in Spain, At least since the retirement of the Vandals, First vow'd (and never had she vow'd in vain) To Virgin Mary several pounds of candles; (At least this is the thing most people do.) CXCI They tell me 'tis decided; you depart: I used; I write in haste, and if a stain 'I loved, I love you, for this love have lost State, station, heaven, mankind's, my own esteem; And yet cannot regret what it hath cost, So dear is still the memory of that dream; Yet if I name my guilt, 'tis not to boastNone can deem harshlier of me than I deem: I trace this scrawl because I cannot restI've nothing to reproach, or to request. CXCIV Man's love is of man's life a thing apart; 'Tis woman's whole existence. Man may range The court, camp, church, the vessel, and the mart, Sword, gown, gain, glory, offer in exchange Pride, fame, ambition, to fill up his heart, And few there are whom these cannot estrange: Men have all these resources, we but oneTo love again, and be again undone. CXCV. 'You will proceed in pleasure, and in pride, My shame and sorrow deep in my heart's core. These I could bear, but cannot cast aside The passion which still rages as before: And so farewell-forgive me, love me-No; That word is idle now-but let it go. CXCVI. My breast has been all weakness, is so yet; But still I think I can collect my mind; If, after all, there should be some so blind To their own good, this warning to despise, Not to believe my verse and their own eyes, The public approbation I expect, And beg they'll take my word about the moral, Which I with their amusement will connect (So children cutting teeth receive a coral)⚫ I think that, with this holy new alliance, Daily, or monthly, or three-monthly; I Because they tell me 'twere in vain to try, And that the Edinburgh Review and Quarterly Treat a dissenting author very martyrly. CCXII. Non ego hoc ferrem calida juventa Consule Planco,' Horace said, and so Say I; by which quotation there is meant a Hint that, some six or seven good years ago (Long ere I dreamt of dating from the Brenta), I was most ready to return a blow, And would not brook at all this sort of thing In my hot youth-when George the Third was king. CCXIII. But now, at thirty years, my hair is grey(I wonder what it will be like at forty! I thought of a peruke the other day) My heart is not much greener; and, in short, I Have squander'd my whole summer while 'twas May, And feel no more the spirit to retort: I Have spent my life, both interest and principal, And deem not, what I deem'd, my soul invincible. CCXIV. No more-no more--Oh! never more on me CCXV. No more-no more-Oh! never more, my heart, Canst thou be my sole world, my universe; Once all in all, but now a thing apart, Thou canst not be my blessing or my curse; The illusion's gone for ever, and thou art Insensible, I trust, but none the worse; And in thy stead I've got a deal of judgment, Though Heaven knows how it ever found a lodg incnt. Is glittering youth, which I have spent betimcs— My heart in passion, and my head on rhymes. CCXVIII. What is the end of fame? 'tis but to fill Whose summit, like all hills, is lost in vapour: For this men write, speak, preach, and heroes kill, And bards burn what they call their 'midnight To have, when the original is dust, [taper,' A name, a wretched picture, and worse bust. CCXIX. What are the hopes of man? Old Egypt's king To keep his memory whole, and mummy hid; But somebody or other, rummaging, Burglariously broke his coffin's lid: Let not a monument give you or me hopes, But I, being fond of true philosophy, All things that have been born were born to die, And flesh (which Death mows down to hay) is grass; You've pass'd your youth not so unpleasantly, And if you had it o'er again-twould passSo thank your stars that matters are no worse, And read your Bible, sir, and mind your purse." CCXXI. But for the present, gentle reader! and Still gentler purchaser! the bard-that's IMust, with permission, shake you by the hand, And so your humble servant, and good bye! We meet again if we should understa.d Each other; and if not, I shall not try Your patience further than by this short sample'Twere well if others follow'd my example. Me nec femina, nec puer Jam, nec spes animi credula mutui, Nec certare juvat mero? Nec vincire novis tempora floribus. CCXXII. Go, little buck, from this my solitude! I cast thec on the waters-go thy ways! And if, as I believe, thy vein be good, The world will find thee after many days.' I. When Southey's read, and Wordsworth under stood, I can't help putting in my claim to praiseThe four first rhymes are Southey's, every line; For God's sake, reader! take them not for mine. CANTO THE SECOND. O YE! who teach the ingenuous youth of nations. Holland, France, England, Germany, or Spain, I pray ye flog them upon all occasions, It mends their morals; never mind the pain. In Juan's case, were but employ'd in vain, Had he been but placed at a public school, His daily task had kept his fancy cool, At least had he been nurtured in the north. III. I can't say that it puzzles me at all, If all things be consider'd. First there was His lady-mother, mathematical, A never mind; his tutor, an old ass; A pretty woman-(that's quite natural, Or else the thing had hardly come to pass); A husband rather old, not much in unity With his young wife-a time and opportunity. IV. Well-well, the world must turn upon its axis, V. I said, that Juan had been sent to Cadiz- VI. An Arab horse, a stately stag, a barb New broke, a camelopard, a gazelle, No-none of these will do; and then their garb! Their veil and petticoat-alas! to dwell Upon such things would very near absorb A canto: then their feet and ankles-well Thank Heaven I've got no metaphor quite ready (And so, my sober Muse-come let's be steady 1819. VIL Chaste Muse!-well, if you inust, you mast)-the veil Thrown back a moment with the glancing han f, While the o'erpowering eye, that turns you pale, Flashes into the heart:-All sunny land Of love! when I forget you, may I fail To say my prayers-but never was there plann'd A dress through which the eyes give such a volley, Excepting the Venetian Fazzioli. VIM. But to our tale: the Donna Inez sent But why?-we leave the reader in the dark- Don Juan bade his valet pack his things A lecture and some money: for four springs She hoped he would improve-perhaps believed: A letter, too, she gave (he never read it), Of good advice, and two or three of credit. X. In the meantime, to pass her hours away, Brave Inez now set up a Sunday school Juan embark'd, the ship got under way, As I, who've cross'd it oft, know well enough XII. I can't but say t is an awkward sight To see one's native land receding through The growing waters; it unmans one quite, Especially when life is rather new. I recollect Great Britain's coast looks white, But almost every other country's blue, |