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IV. In that wild council words wax'd warm and strange, 1295 With thoughts of ransom, rescue, and revenge; All, save repose or flight: still lingering there Breathed Conrad's spirit, and forbade despair ; Whate'er his fate---the breasts he form'd and led, Will save him living, or appease him dead. 1300 Wo to his foes! there yet survive a few, Whose deeds are daring, as their hearts are true.
Within the Haram's secret chamber sate
1310 His only bends in seeming o'er his beads, (15) But inly views his victim as he bleeds.
“Pacha! the day is thine; and on thy crest “ Sits Triumph---Conrad taken---fall’n the rest ! “ His doom is fix'd---he dies: and well his fate 1315 “ Was earn’d---yet much too worthless for thy hate: “ Methinks, a short release, for ransom told “ With all his treasure, not unwisely sold;
“ Report speaks largely of his pirate-hoard--“ Would that of this my Pacha were the Lord ! 1320 " While baffled, weaken'd by this fatal fray--u Watch'd---follow'd--- he were then an easier prey; “ But once cut off---the remnant of his band “ Embark their wealth, and seek a safer strand.”
“ Gulnare !---if for each drop of blood a gem 1325 “ Were offer'd rich as Stamboul's diadem ; “ If for each hair of his a massy mine “ Of virgin ore should supplicating shine; “ If all our Arab tales divulge or dream “ Of wealth were here that gold should not redeem! “ It had not now redeem'd a single hour; 1331 “ But that I know him fetter'd, in my power; “ And, thirsting for revenge, I ponder still « On pangs that longest rack, and latest kill."
“ Nay, Seyd !--I seek not to restrain thy rage, 1935 “ Too justly moved for mercy to assuage; “ My thoughts were only to secure for thee “ His riches---thus released, he were not free: “ Disabled, shorn of half his might and band, “ His capture could but wait thy first command.” 1340 “ His capture could !---and shall I then resign “ One day to him---the wretch already mine? “ Release my foe !---at whose remonstrance ?---thine “ Fair suitor !---to thy virtuous gratitude, " That thus repays this Giaour's relenting mood, 1345
“ Which thee and thine alone of all could spare, “ No doubt---regardless if the prize were fair, “My thanks and praise alike are due---now hear! 6 I have a counsel for thy gentler ear: “ I do mistrust thee, woman! and each word 1350 “Of thine stamps truth on all Suspicion heard. 5. Borne in his arms through fire from yon Serai--“ Say, wert thou lingering there with him to fly? “ Thou need'st not answer---thy confession speaks, “ Already reddening on thy guilty cheeks; 1355 “ Then, lovely dame, bethink thee! and beware: “ 'Tis not his life alone may claim such care! 66 Another word and---nay---I need no more. “ Accursed was the moment when he bore “ Thee from the flames, which better far---but---no--" I then had mourn'd thee with a lover's Wo--- 1361 “ Now 'tis thy lord that warns---deceitful thing! “ Know'st thou that I can clip thy wanton wing? 6 In words alone I am not wont to chafe: “ Look to thyself---nor deem thy falsehood safe!" 1365
He rose---and slowly, sternly thence withdrew,
She was a slave-from such may captives claim
VI. Meanwhile-long anxious-weary-still—the same Rolld day and night-his soul could terror tame, This fearful interval of doubt and dread, 1382 When every hour might doom him worse than dead, When every step that echo'd by the gate, Might entering lead where axe and stake await; 1385 When every voice that grated on his ear Might be the last that he could ever hear; Could terror tame that spirit stern and high Had proved unwilling as unfit to die; 'Twas worn-perhaps decay'd-yet silent bore 1390 That conflict deadlier far than all before: The heat of fight, the hurry of the gale, Leave scarce one thought inert enough to quail ; But bound and fix'd in fetter'd solitude, To pine, the prey of every changing mood; 1995 To gaze on thine own heart; and meditate Irrevocable faults, and coming fateToo late the last to shun-the first to mendTo count the hours that struggle to thine end,
With not a friend to animate, and tell
1400 To other ears that death became thee well; Around thee foes to forge the ready lie, And blot life's latest scene with calumny; Before thee tortures, which the soul can dare, Yet doubts how well the shrinking flesh may bear; 1405 But deeply feels a single cry would shame, To valour's praise thy last and dearest claim ; The life thou leav'st below, denied above By kind monopolists of heavenly love ; And more than doubtful paradise-thy heaven 1410 Of earthly hope—thy loved one from thee riven. Such were the thoughts that outlaw must sustain, And govern pangs surpassing mortal pain : And those sustain'd he-boots it well or ill? Since not to sink beneath, is something still! 1415
VII. The first day pass’d-he saw not her-GulnareThe second-third-and still she came not there; But what her words avouch'd, her charms had done, Or else he had not seen another sun. The fourth day roll'd along, and with the night 1420 Came storm and darkness in their mingling might: Oh! how he listen’d to the rushing deep, That ne'er till now so broke upon his sleep; And his wild spirit wilder wishes sent, Roused by the roar of his own element! 1425