LXXXVIII. Sir," said the Count, with brow exceeding grave, 'Your unexpected presence here will make 66 It necessary for myself to crave Its import! But perhaps 't is a mistake; I hope it is so; and at once to wave All compliment, I hope so for your sake; You understand my meaning, or you shall." 66 Sir," (quoth the Turk) 't is no mistake at all. LXXXIX. "That lady is my wife!" Much wonder paints They only call a little on their saints, And then come to themselves, almost or quite; Which saves much hartshorn, salts, and sprinkling faces, And cutting stays, as usual in such cases. XC. She said,-what could she say? why, not a word: The stranger, much appeased by what he heard. For then the chief and only satisfaction XCI. They enter'd, and for coffee call'd,—it came, A beverage for Turks and Christians both, To speak, cries "Beppo! what's your pagan name? Are you not sensible 't was very wrong? XCII. "And are you really, truly, now a Turk? Well, that's the prettiest shawl—as I'm alive! your liver? T XCIII. "Beppo! that beard of yours becomes you not, It shall be shaved before you 're a day older; Why do you wear it? Oh! I had forgot Pray don't you think the weather here is colder? How do I look? You sha'n't stir from this spot In that queer dress, for fear that some beholder Should find you out, and make the story known. How short your hair is! Lord! how grey it's grown!" XCIV. What answer Beppo made to these demands, Is more than I know. He was cast away About where Troy stood once, and nothing stands ; Had bread and bastinadoes, till some bands XCV. But he grew rich, and with his riches grew so And so he hired a vessel come from Spain, Bound for Corfu ; she was a fine polacca, XCVI. Himself, and much (Heaven knows how gotten) cash, In our opinions :-well, the ship was trim, XCVII. They reach'd the island, he transferr'd his lading, Or else the people would perhaps have shot him; And thus at Venice landed to reclaim His wife, religion, house, and Christian name. XCVIII. His wife received, the patriarch re-baptized him Finding he 'd wherewithal to make them gay XCIX. Whate'er his youth had suffer'd, his old age With wealth and talking made him some amends; Though Laura sometimes put him in a rage, I've heard the Count and he were always friends. My pen is at the bottom of a page, Which being finish'd, here the story ends: "T is to be wish'd it had been sooner done, But stories somehow lengthen when begun. NOTES. Note 1. Stanza xiv. Like the lost Pleiad, seen no more below. His name Giuseppe, call'd more briefly, Beppo. Beppo is the Joe of the Italian Joseph. Note 3. Stanza xxxvii. The Spaniards call the person a "cortejo." 66 Cortejo " " is pronounced "corteho," with an aspirate, according to the Arabesque guttural. It means what there is as yet no precise name for in England, though the practice is as common as in any tramontane country whatever. Note 4. Stanza xlvi. Raphael, who died in thy embrace, and vies. For the received accounts of the cause of Raphael's death, see his Lives. 000 |