CXIII. "The Georgian and her paramour," replied The imperial bride-and added, "Let the boat Be ready by the secret portal's side: You know the rest. The words stuck in her throat, Despite her injured love and fiery pride; And of this Baba willingly took note, CXIV. "To hear is to obey," he said; "but still, Sultana, think upon the consequence: It is not that I shall not all fulfil Your orders, even in their severest sense; But such precipitation may end ill, Even at your own imperative expense: I do not mean destruction and exposure, In case of any premature disclosure; CXV. "But your own feelings. Even should all the rest CXVI. "What dost thou know of love or feeling?—Wretch: Begone!" she cried, with kindling eyes—" and do My bidding!" Baba vanish'd, for to stretch His own remonstrance further he well knew Might end in acting as his own "Jack Ketch;" And though he wish'd extremely to get through This awkward business without harm to others, He still preferr❜d his own neck to another's. CXVII. Away he went then upon his commission, Their obstinacy, pride, and indecision, Their never knowing their own mind two days, The trouble that they gave, their immorality, Which made him daily bless his own neutrality. CXVIII. And then he call'd his brethren to his aid, CXIX. And here I leave them at their preparation CXX. I leave them for the present with good wishes, Though doubts of their well doing, to arrange Another part of history; for the dishes Of this our banquet we must sometimes change; And trusting Juan may escape the fishes, Although his situation now seems strange, And scarce secure, as such digressions are fair The Muse will take a little touch at warfare. DON JUAN. CANTO THE SEVENTH. (1) (1) ["The seventh and eighth Cantos contain a full detail (like the storm in Canto second) of the siege and assault of Ismail, with much of sarcasm on those butchers in large business, your mercenary soldiers. With these things and these fellows it is necessary, in the present clash of philosophy and tyranny, to throw away the scabbard. I know it is against fearful odds; but the battle must be fought; and it will be eventually for the good of mankind, whatever it may be for the individual who risks himself."- B. Letters, Aug. 8. 1822.] |