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And then they stared each others? faces round:
'Tis odd, not one of all these seekers thought,
Was not asleep— « Yes, search and search, » she cried, « Iosult on insult heap, and wrong on wrong!
« It was for this that I became a bride! « For this in silence I have sufler'd long
i A husband like Alfonso at my side ; « But now I'll bear no more, nor bere remaia , « If there be law, or lawyers, in all Spain.
« If ever you
Yes, Don Alfonso ! husband now no more,
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 wonau's fame? « Ungrateful, perjurcd, barbarous Don Alfonso, « How dare
« The common privileges of ? « That I have chosen a confessor so old
« And deaf, that any other it would vex, « And never once he has had cause to scold,
« But found my very innocence perplex
So much, he alwavs doubted I was married « How sorry you will be when I've miscarried!
« Was it for this that no cortejo cre
u I yet have choseu 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,
« 1 favour'd none-nay, was almost uncivil ? « Is it for this that General Count O'Reilly, « Who took Algiers, declares I used him vilely6 ?
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 : u 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
your sudden journey,
“ 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, a And not from any love to you nor me.
« If he comes here to take a deposition,
By all means let the gentleman proceed ;
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.”
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.
discover « The secret cavern of this lurking treasure« And when 'tis found, let me, too, have that pleasure.
And now, Hidalgo ! now that
you have throul
« Who is the man you search for ? how d'ye call « Him ? what's his lineage? let him but be shown« I hope he's young and handsome-is he tall ? -and be assured, that since
stain My honour thus, it shall not be in vain.
upon us with
CLV. « At least, perhaps, he has not sixty years,
« At that age he would be too old for slaughter, « Or for so young a husband's jealous fears
(Antonia ! let me have a glass of water.) « I am ashamed of having shed these tears,
They are unworthy of my father's daughter ;
fellows : « Look where you please_we've nothing, sir, to hide ;, « Only another time, I trust, you'll tell us,
« Or for the sake of decency abide * A moment at the door, that we may be « Drest to receive so much good company.
CLVII. a And now, sir, I have done, and say no more ;
« The little I have said may serve to show « The guileless heart in silence may grieve o'er « The wrongs to whose
it is slow in « I leave you to your conscience as before,
« 'Twill one day ask you why yon used me so ?
She lay, her dark eyes flashing through their tears, Like skies that rain and lighten ; as a veil,
Wayed and o'ershading her wan chcek, appears
Hier streaming hair ; the black curls strive, but fail,
To hile the glossy shoulder, which uprears lis snow through all ;-her soft lips lie apart, Aud louder than her breathing beats her heart.
The Senhor Don Alfonso stood confused ;
room, And, turning up her nose, with looks abused
ller master, and his nyimnidons, of whom Not ove, excep: the attorney, was amused ;
He, like Achates, faithful to the tomb,
With prying snub-nose, and small eyes, he stood,
Following Antonia's motions here and there,
For reputations he had little care ;
Small pity had he for the young and fair,
But Don Alfonso stood with dowucast looks,
And, truth to say, he made a foolish figure , When, after searching in five hundred nouks,
And treating a young wife with so much rigour, He gain'd no point, except some self-rebukes,
Added to those his lady with such vigour Had pour'd upon him for the last half hour, Quick, thick, and heavy—as a thunder-shower.