CXXXIII. Man 's a phenomenon, one knows not what, Pleasure's a sin, and sometimes sin's a pleasure. But whether glory, power, or love, or treasure, The path is through perplexing ways, and when The goal is gain'd, we die, you know—and then CXXXIV. What then?—I do not know, no more do you— And the sea dashes round the promontory, CXXXV. ; 'T was, as the watchmen say, a cloudy night; CXXXVI. 'T was midnight-Donna Julia was in bed, If they had never been awoke before- The door was fasten'd, but, with voice and fist, CXXXVII. "For God's sake, Mad am-Madam-here 's my master, With more than half the city at his backWas ever heard of such a curst disaster? 'T is not my fault-I kept good watch-Alack! Do, pray, undo the bolt a little faster They 're on the stair just now, and in a crack Will all be here; perhaps he yet may flySurely the window 's not so very high!" CXXXVIII. By this time Don Alfonso was arrived, With torches, friends, and servants in great number; The major part of them had long been wived, And therefore paused not to disturb the slumber Of any wicked woman, who contrived By stealth her husband's temples to encumber : Examples of this kind are so contagious, Were one not punish'd, all would be outrageous. CXXXIX. I can't tell how, or why, or what suspicion It surely was exceedingly ill-bred, To hold a levee round his lady's bed, CXL. Poor Donna Julia! starting as from sleep (Mind-that I do not say-she had not slept), CXLI. But Julia mistress, and Antonia maid, Appear'd like two poor harmless women, who Of goblins, but still more of men, afraid, Had thought one man might be deterr'd by two, And therefore side by side were gently laid, Until the hours of absence should run through, And truant husband should return, and say, "My dear, I was the first who came away.' CXLII. Now Julia found at length a voice, and cried, "In Heaven's name, Don Alfonso, what d' ye mean? Has madness seized you? would that I had died Ere such a monster's victim I had been! What may this midnight violence betide, A sudden fit of drunkenness or spleen? Dare you suspect me, whom the thought would kill? Search, then, the room!"-Alfonso said, "I will." CXLIII. He search'd, they search'd, and rummaged every where, Closet and clothes'-press, chest and window-seat, And found much linen, lace, and several pair Of stockings, slippers, brushes, combs, complete, With other articles of ladies fair, To keep them beautiful, or leave them neat : Arras they prick'd and curtains with their swords, And wounded several shutters, and some boards. CXLIV. Under the bed they search'd, and there they found— Had signs of foot-marks, but the earth said nought: And then they stared each others' faces round: 'T is odd, not one of all these seekers thought, And seems to me almost a sort of blunder, Of looking in the bed as well as under. CXLV. During this inquisition Julia's tongue Was not asleep—“Yes, search and search," she cried, “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, CXLVI. "Yes, Don Alfonso, husband now no more, Is 't wise or fitting causeless to explore For facts against a virtuous woman's fame? Ungrateful, perjured, barb'rous 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 ? And deaf, that any other it would vex? CXLVIII. "Was it for this that no Cortejo ere 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? CXLIX. "Did not th' Italian Musico Cazzani Sing at my heart six months at least in vain? Call me the only virtuous wife in Spain? 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, 't was for his dirty fee, CLII. "If he comes here to take a deposition, Let sir, when you need every thing be noted with precision, I would not you for nothing should be fee'd— But, as my maid 's undress'd, pray turn your spies out." "Oh!” sobb'd Antonia, "I could tear their eyes out." CLIII. "There is the closet, there the toilet, there CLIV. "And now, hidalgo! now that you have thrown ye Who is the man you search for ? how d' call CLV. "At least, perhaps, he has not sixty years- CLVI. Perhaps 't is 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, Or for the sake of decency abide A moment at the door, that we may be CLVII. "And now, sir, I have done, and say no more; 'T will one day ask you why you used me so? God grant you feel not then the bitterest grief!— Antonia! where 's my pocket-handkerchief?" |