CLXXXIV. Dire was the scuffle, and out went the light, Swore lustily he'd be revenged this night; And Juan, too, blasphemed an octave higher, His blood was up; though young, he was a Tartar, CLXXXV. Alfonso's sword had dropp'd ere he could draw it, His temper not being under great command, Alfonso's days had not been in the land Much longer. Think of husbands', lovers' lives! 1 CLXXXVI. Alfonso grappled to detain the foe, And Juan throttled him to get away, And blood ('twas from the nose) began to flow; And then his only garment quite gave way; CLXXXVII. Lights came at length, and men, and maids, who found An awkward spectacle their eyes before; Antonia in hysterics, Julia swoon'd, Alfonso leaning, breathless, by the door; CLXXXVIII. Here ends this canto.-Need I sing, or say, How Juan, naked, favour'd by the night, The nine days' wonder which was brought to light, And how Alfonso sued for a divorce, Were in the English newspapers, of course. CLXXXIX. If you would like to see the whole proceedings, There's more than one edition, and the readings H CXC. But Donna Inez, to divert the train Of one of the most circulating scandals That had for centuries been known in Spain, At least since the retirement of the Vandals, First vow'd (and never had she vow'd in vain) To Virgin Mary several pounds of candles; And then, by the advice of some old ladies, She sent her son to be shipp'd off from Cadiz. CXCI. She had resolved that he should travel through (At least this is the thing most people do.) Julia was sent into a convent; she Grieved, but, perhaps, her feelings may be better Shown in the following copy of her letter : CXCII. "They tell me 'tis decided; you depart: "'Tis wise-'tis well, but not the less a pain; “I have no further claim on your young heart, "Mine is the victim, and would be again; "To love too much has been the only art "I used ;-I write in haste, and if a stain "Be on this sheet, 'tis not what it 66 appears, My eyeballs burn and throb, but have no tears. CXCIII. "I loved, I love you, for this love have lost "State, station, heaven, mankind's, my own esteem, "And yet can not regret what it hath cost, "None can deem harshlier of me than I deem: "I trace this scrawl because I cannot rest66 I've nothing to reproach, or to request. |