LXXXIII. I've seen some balls and revels in my time, LXXXIV. The name of this Aurora I'll not mention, You still may mark her cheek, out-blooming all. LXXXV. Laura, who knew it would not do at all To meet the daylight after seven hours' sitting Among three thousand people at a ball, To make her curtsy thought it right and fitting; The Count was at her elbow with her shawl, And they the room were on the point of quitting, When lo! those cursed gondoliers had got Just in the very place where they should not. LXXXVI. In this they're like our coachmen, and the cause They make a never intermitted bawling. At home, our Bow-street gemmen keep the laws, LXXXVII. The Count and Laura found their boat at last, Discussing all the dances gone and past ; (As to their palace stairs the rowers glide,) Sate Laura by the side of her Adorer, When lo! the Mussulman was there before her. LXXXVIII. "Sir," said the Count, with brow exceeding grave, "Your unexpected presence here will make It necessary for myself to crave Its import? But perhaps 'tis a mistake; I hope it is so; and at once to wave All compliment, I hope so for your sake; You understand my meaning, or you shall." "quoth the Turk) "'tis no mistake at all. LXXXIX. 'That lady is my wife!" Much wonder paints They only call a little on their saints, And then come to themselves, almost or quite; Which saves much hartshorn, salts, and sprinkling faces, And cutting stays, as usual in such cases. XC. She said,-what could she say? Why not a word: The stranger, much appeased by what he heard: For then the chief and only satisfaction Will be much quizzing on the whole transaction." XCI. They enter'd, and for coffee call'd,—it came, Are you not sensible 'twas very wrong? VOL. III. 13 XCII. "And are you really, truly, now a Turk? Well, that's the prettiest shawl-as I'm alive! XCIII. "Beppo! that beard of yours becomes you not; It shall be shaved before you're a day older; Why do you wear it? Oh! I had forgot― Pray don't you think the weather here is colder? How do I look? You shan't stir from this spot In that queer dress, for fear that some beholder Should find you out, and make the story known. How short your hair is! Lord! how gray it's grown." XCIV. What answer Beppo made to these demands XCV. But he grew rich, and with his riches grew so XCVI. Himself, and much (heaven knows how gotten) cash, For my part, I say nothing, lest we clash In our opinions:-well, the ship was trim, XCVII. They reach'd the island, he transferr'd his lading, Or else the people would perhaps have shot him; And thus at Venice landed to reclaim His wife, religion, house, and Christian name. |