And then they stared each others' faces round : CXLV. During this inquisition Julia's tongue Was not asleep-« Yes, search and search, » she crie «Insult on insult heap, and wrong on wrong! « It was for this that I became a bride! «For this in silence I have suffer'd long A husband like Alfonso at my side ; "But now I'll bear no more, nor here remain, «If there be law, or lawyers, in all Spain. CXLVI. Yes, Don Alfonso! husband now no more, If ever you indeed deserved the name, « Is't worthy of your years?-you have threescore, Fifty, or sixty-it is all the same « Is't wise or fitting causeless to explore « For facts against a virtuous woman's fame? Ungrateful, perjured, barbarous Don Alfonso, « How dare you think your lady would go on so? CXLVII. «Is it for this I have disdain'd to hold The common privileges of my sex << That I have chosen a confessor so old ? other it would vex, "And never once he has had cause to scold, «But found my very innocence perplex So much, he always doubted I was married« How sorry you will be when I've miscarried! CXLVIII. « Was it for this that no cortejo cre " I yet have chosen from out the youth of Seville? «Is it for this I scarce went any where, « Except to bull-fights, mass, play, rout, and revel? ་་ « Is it for this, whate'er my suitors were, I favour'd none-nay, was almost uncivil? «Is it for this that General Count O'Reilly, « Who took Algiers, declares I used him vilely¤? CXLIX. « Did not the Italian Musico Cazzani Sing at my heart six months at least in vain? Did not his countryman, Count Corniani, « Call me the only virtuous wife in Spain? « Were there not also Russians, English, many? «The Count Strongstroganoff I put in pain, « And Lord Mount Coffeehouse, the Irish peer, Who kill'd himself for love (with wine) last year. CL. « Have I not had two bishops at my feet? "The Duke of Ichar, and Don Fernan Nunez, « And is it thus a faithful wife you treat? I wonder in what quarter now the moon is: I praise your vast forbearance not to beat «Me also, since the time so opportune is— Oh, valiant man! with sword drawn and cock'd trigger, Now, tell me, don't you cut a pretty figure? CLI. « Was it for this you took your sudden journey, ་་ Under pretence of business indispensible « With that sublime of rascals your attorney, "Whom I see standing there, and looking sensible "Of having play'd the fool? though both I spurn, he « Deserves the worst, his conduct's less defensible, Because, no doubt, 'twas for his dirty fee, « And not from any love to you nor me. CLII. << If he comes here to take a deposition, K By all means let the gentleman proceed; "You've made the apartment in a fit condition : There's pen and ink for you, sir, when you need<< Let every thing be noted with precision, « I would not you for nothing should be feed"But as my maid's undrest, pray turn your spies out." « Oh! » sobb'd Antonia, « I could tear their eyes out. » CLIII. «There is the closet, there the toilet, there << The anti-chamber-search them under, over : « There is the sofa, there the great arm-chair, « The chimney-which would really hold a lover. I wish to sleep, and beg you will take care «And make no further noise, till you discover << The secret cavern of this lurking treasure— «And when 'tis found, let me, too, have that pleasure. CLIV. «And now, Hidalgo! now that you have throw ་་ « Doubt upon me, confusion over all, Pray have the courtesy to make it known "Who is the man you search for? how d'ye call << Him? what's his lineage? let him but be shownI hope he's young and handsome-is he tall? ་་ Tell me and be assured, that since you stain My honour thus, it shall not be in vain. CLV. « At least, perhaps, he has not sixty years, ་་ (Antonia let me have a glass of water.) « I am ashamed of having shed these tears, ་་ They are unworthy of my father's daughter; My mother dream'd not in my natal hour "That I should fall into a monster's power. CLVI. Perhaps 'tis of Antonia you are jealous, "You saw that she was sleeping by my side "When you broke in upon us with your fellows: " ་་ Look where you please—we've nothing, sir, to hide; Only another time, I trust, you'll tell us, be Or for the sake of decency abide "A moment at the door, that we may " Drest to receive so much good company. CLVII. « And now, sir, I have done, and say no more; ་་ I leave you to your CLVIII. She ceased, and turn'd upon her pillow; pale Waved and o'ershading her wan check, appears Hier streaming hair; the black curls strive, but fail, To hide the glossy shoulder, which uprears Its snow through all;-her soft lips lie apart, And louder than her breathing beats her heart. CLIX. The Senhor Don Alfonso stood confused ; CLX. With prying snub-nose, and small eyes, he stood, For reputations he had little care ; CLXI. But Don Alfonso stood with downcast looks, |