But though my turn will not be served with less,
These don't express one half what I should say:
For what is stealing young ones, few or many,
To cutting short their hopes of having any?

CXXXIII.

The love of offspring's nature's general law,

From tigresses and cubs to ducks and ducklings; There's nothing whets the beak, or arms the claw Like an invasion of their babes and sucklings; And all who have seen a human nursery, saw

How mothers love their children's squalls and chucklings;

This strong extreme effect (to tire no longer Your patience) shows the cause must still be stronger. (1)

CXXXIV.

If I said fire flash'd from Gulbeyaz' eyes,

'Twere nothing-for her eyes flash'd always fire; Or said her cheeks assumed the deepest dyes, I should but bring disgrace upon the dyer,

So supernatural was her passion's rise;

For ne'er till now she knew a check'd desire:

Even ye who know what a check'd woman is (Enough, God knows!) would much fall short of this.

CXXXV.

Her rage was but a minute's, and 'twas well-
A moment's more had slain her; but the while
It lasted 'twas like a short glimpse of hell:
Nought's more sublime than energetic bile,

(1) [MS." And this strong second cause (to tire no longer

Your patience) shows the first must be still stronger."]

Though horrible to see yet grand to tell,
Like ocean warring 'gainst a rocky isle;
And the deep passions flashing through her form
Made her a beautiful embodied storm.

CXXXVI.

A vulgar tempest 't were to a typhoon
To match a common fury with her rage,

And

yet she did not want to reach the moon, (1) Like moderate Hotspur on the immortal page; (2) Her anger pitch'd into a lower tune,

Perhaps the fault of her soft sex and age— Her wish was but to "kill, kill, kill," like Lear's, (3) And then her thirst of blood was quench'd in tears.

CXXXVII.

A storm it raged, and like the storm it pass'd,
Pass'd without words-in fact she could not speak;
And then her sex's shame (4) broke in at last,
A sentiment till then in her but weak,
But now it flow'd in natural and fast,

As water through an unexpected leak,
For she felt humbled-and humiliation
Is sometimes good for people in her station.

(1) [" By heaven! methinks, it were an easy leap,

To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon." - Henry IV.] (2) [MS." Like natural Shakspeare on the immortal page."]

(3) [" And when I have stolen upon these sons-in-law,

Then kill, kill, kill, kill, kifl, kill."- Lear.]

(4) ["A woman scorn'd is pitiless as fate,

For, there, the dread of shame adds stings to hate."

GIFFORD'S Juvenal.]

CXXXVIII.

It teaches them that they are flesh and blood,
It also gently hints to them that others,
Although of clay, are yet not quite of mud;

That urns and pipkins are but fragile brothers, And works of the same pottery, bad or good,

Though not all born of the same sires and mothers: It teaches - Heaven knows only what it teaches, But sometimes it may mend, and often reaches. (1)

CXXXIX.

Her first thought was to cut off Juan's head;

Her second, to cut only his-acquaintance; Her third, to ask him where he had been bred; Her fourth, to rally him into repentance;

Her fifth, to call her maids and go to bed;

Her sixth, to stab herself; her seventh, to sentence The lash to Baba:—but her grand resource Was to sit down again, and cry of course.

CXL.

She thought to stab herself, but then she had
The dagger close at hand, which made it awkward;
For Eastern stays are little made to pad,

So that a poniard pierces if 'tis stuck hard:
She thought of killing Juan-but, poor lad!
Though he deserved it well for being so backward,
The cutting off his head was not the art
Most likely to attain her aim-his heart.

(1) [MS." The lesson mends more rarely than it reaches."]

CXLI.

Juan was moved: he had made up his mind
To be impaled, or quarter'd as a dish
For dogs, or to be slain with pangs refined,
Or thrown to lions, or made baits for fish,
And thus heroically stood resign'd,

Rather than sin-except to his own wish :
But all his great preparatives for dying
Dissolved like snow before a woman crying.

CXLII.

As through his palms Bob Acres' valour oozed, (1)
So Juan's virtue ebb'd, I know not how;
And first he wonder'd why he had refused;
And then, if matters could be made up now;
And next his savage virtue he accused,
Just as a friar may accuse his vow,

Or as a dame repents her of her oath,
Which mostly ends in some small breach of both.

CXLIII.

So he began to stammer some excuses;
But words are not enough in such a matter,
Although you borrow'd all that e'er the muses
Have sung, or even a Dandy's dandiest chatter,
Or all the figures Castlereagh abuses; (2)

Just as a languid smile began to flatter
His peace was making, but before he ventured
Further, old Baba rather briskly enter'd.

(1) ["Yes, my valour is certainly going! it is sneaking off!- I feel it oozing, as it were, at the palms of my hands!"-SHERIDAN's Rivals.] (2) [MS." Or all the stuff which utter'd by the Blues' is."]

CXLIV.

"Bride of the Sun! and Sister of the Moon!"

('Twas thus he spake,) "and Empress of the Earth! Whose frown would put the spheres all out of tune,

Whose smile makes all the planets dance with mirth, Your slave brings tidings- he hopes not too soon — Which your sublime attention may be worth: (1) The Sun (2) himself has sent me like a ray To hint that he is coming up this way."

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"Is it," exclaim'd Gulbeyaz, " as you say?

I wish to heaven he would not shine till morning! But bid my women form the milky way. [ing-(3) Hence, my old comet! give the stars due warnAnd, Christian! mingle with them as you may, And as you'd have me pardon your past scorning"

Here they were interrupted by a humming
Sound, and then by a cry, "The Sultan's coming!"

CXLVI.

First came her damsels, a decorous file,

And then his Highness' eunuchs, black and white; The train might reach a quarter of a mile: His majesty was always so polite

(1) [MS.

"it may be too soon

But your sublime attention they are worth."]

(2) [The public style and title of the Sultan abound in Asiatic hyperbole. He is called " Governor of the Earth, Lord of three Continents and Two Seas," and very frequently "Hunkier, the Slayer of Men."— DALLAWAY.]

(3) [MS." But prithee-get my women in the way,

VOL. XVI.

That all the stars may gleam with due adorning "]

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