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CXXVIII.

This was a truth to us extremely trite.

Not so to her who ne'er had heard such things; She deem'd her least command must yield delight,

Earth being only made for queens and kings.
If hearts lay on the left side or the right,

She hardly knew, to such perfection brings
Legitimacy its born yotaries, when
Aware of their due royal rights o'er men.

CXXIX.
Besides, as has been said, she was so fair

As even in a much humbler lot had made
A kingdom or confusion any where,

And also, as may be presumed, she laid
Some stress upon those charms, which seldom are

By the possessors thrown into the shade;
She thought hers gave a double " right divine,"
And half

of that opinion's also mine.

CXXX. Remember, or (if you cannot) imagine,

Ye! who have kept your chastity when young, While some more desperate dowager has been waging

Love with you, and been in the dog-days stung By your refusal, recollect her raging!

Or recollect all that was said or sung
On such a subject; then suppose the face
Of a young downright beauty in this case.

CXXXI.
Suppose-but you already have supposed,

The spouse of Potiphar, the Lady Booby,
Phedra, and all which story has disclosed

Of good examples ; pity that so few by Poets and private tutors are exposed,

To educate-ye youth of Europe--you by! But when you have supposed the few we know, You can't suppose Gulleyaz' angry brow.

CXXXII. A tigress robb'd of young, a lioness,

Or any interesting beast of prey,
Are similies at hand for the distress

Of ladies who cannot have their own way;
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; And this strong extreme effect (to tire no longer Your patience) shows the cause must still be stronger.

CXXXIV.
If I said fire flash'd from Gulleyaz' 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,
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 'twere to a Typhoon

To match a common fury with her rage,
And yet she did not want to reach the moon,

Like moderate Hotspur on the immortal page ;
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,
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 broke in at last,

A sentiment in her till then 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.

CXXXVIII.
It teaches them that they are flesh and blood,

It also gently hints to them that others,
Although of clay, are not yet 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,

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.

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 spow before a woman crying.

CXLII.
As through his palms Bob Acres' valour oozed,

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 ;

Just as a languid smile began to flatter His

peace was making, but before he ventured Further, old Baba rather briskly enter'd.

CXLIV. “ Bride of the Sun; and Sister of the Moon !"

('Twas thus he spako,) “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: “ The sun himself has sent me like a ray. “ To hint that he is coming up this way."

CXLV. Is it,” exclaim'd Gulleyaz,

“I wish to Heaven he would not shine till morning! “ But bid my women form the milky way.

Hence, my old comet! give the stars due warningAnd, christian! mingle with them as you may,

And as you'd have me pardon your past scorningHere they were interrupted by a humming Sound, and then by a cry, “The sultan's coming!"

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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
As to announce his visits a long while

Before he came, especially at night;
For being the last wife of the emperor,
She was of course the favourite of the four.

CXLVII.
His highness was a man of solemn port,

Shawl’d to the nose, and bearded to the eyes,
Snatch'd from a prison to preside at court,

His lately bowstrung brother caused his rise ;
He was as good a sovereign of the sort
As

any mention'd in the histories
Of Cantemir, or Knolles, where few shine
Save Solyman, the glory of their line. [9]

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