LXXII. That isle is now all desolate and bare, LXXIII. But many a Greek maid, in a loving song LXXIV. But let me change this theme, which grows too sad, LXXV. Wounded and fetter'd, " cabin'd, cribb'd, confined," Some days and nights elapsed before that he Could altogether call the past to mind; And when he did, he found himself at sea, Sailing six knots an hour before the wind; The shores of Ilion lay beneath their leeAnother time he might have liked to see 'em, But now was not much pleased with Cape Sigæum. LXXVI. There, on the green and village-cotted hill, is All heroes who if living still would slay us. LXXVII. High barrows, without marble, or a name, And old Scamander, (if 'tis he) remain ; A hundred thousand men might fight again With ease; but where I sought again for Ilion's walls, The quiet sheep feeds, and the tortoise crawls; LXXVIII. Troops of untended horses; here and there Whom to the spot their schoolboy feelings bear. A Turk, with beads in hand, and pipe in mouth, Extremely taken with his own religion, Are what I found there-but the devil a Phrygian. LXXIX. Don Juan, here permitted to emerge From his dull cabin, found himself a slave; About his past or present situation. LXXX. He saw some fellow captives, who appear'd In their vocation; had not been attacked LXXXI. By one of these, the buffo of the party, And bore him with some gaiety and grace, LXXXII. In a few words he told their hapless story, "Hail'd a strange brig; Corpo di Caio Mario! "But if the Sultan has a taste for song LXXXIII. The prima donna, though a little old "And haggard with a dissipated life, "And subject, when the house is thin, to cold, "Has some good notes; and then the tenor's wife, "With no great voice, is pleasing to behold; "Last carnival she made a deal of strife By carrying off Count Cesare Cicogna "From an old Roman princess at Bologna. P LXXXIV. "And then there are the dancers; there's the Nini, "And made at least five hundred gold zecchini, LXXXV. "As for the figuranti, they are like "The rest of all that tribe; with here and there "A pretty person, which perhaps may strike, "The rest are hardly fitted for a fair; "There's one, though tall and stiffer than a pike, "Yet has a sentimental kind of air "Which might go far, but she don't dance with vigour; The more's the pity, with her face and figure. .LXXXVI. "As for the men, they are a middling set; "The Musico is but a crack'd old basin, "But being qualified in one way yet, May the seraglio do to set his face in, "And as a servant some preferment get; "His singing I no further trust can place in: "From all the pope [4] makes yearly 't would perplex "To find three perfect pipes of the third sex. LXXXVII. "The tenor's voice is spoilt by affectation, "An ignorant, noteless, timeless, tuneless fellow, "But being the prima donna's near relation, "Who swore his voice was very rich and mellow, They hired him, though to hear him you'd believe "An ass was practising recitative. LXXXVIII. ""Twould not become myself to dwell upon 66 My own merits, and though young-I see, Sir-you "Have got a travell'd air, which shows you one "To whom the opera is by no means new; "You've heard of Raucocanti?-I'm the man; "The time may come when you may hear me too; "You was not last year at the fair of Lugo, "But next, when I'm engaged to sing there-do go. LXXXIX. "Our baritone I almost had forgot, "A pretty lad, but bursting with conceit; "With graceful action, science not a jot, A voice of no great compass, and not sweet, "He always is complaining of his lot, "Forsooth, scarce fit for ballads in the street; "In lovers' parts his passion more to breathe, Having no heart to show, he shews his teeth." XC. Here Raucocanti's eloquent recital Was interrupted by the pirate crew, Who came at stated moments to invite all The captives back to their sad berths; each threw XCI. They heard next day that in the Dardanelles, Were to be chain'd, and lotted out per couple, |