CVIII. : Said he "O San Michele ed ogni santi! Expressed his rage: but I must plainly tell ye, That were his whole speech here 'twould be intolerable; And, to report it, I am not a scholar able. CIX. "Solo per maritarmi io son venuto "In Inghilterra, ed ecco è tutto guasto "L'affare! Oimè se avessi conosciuto "Un poco più le donne, e il genio vasto "C'hanno per la menzogna! Ma ho perduto "In vano il lavoro mio; ed io non basto “Ad ingannarle ancora, io semplicetto!" This was his best hit in the wordy set-to. CX. Well tired, at length, he listened to his lady Who thus exhorted him: "I really wonder "Much at this scene: for shame, sir, be more steady. ""Tis plain that each of us has made a blunder, : "In trying to grow richer and I'm ready "To break the bonds of wedlock you groan under: "So, if you please, pack up, and on the morrow "Abscond; but think not that I'll die of sorrow." CXI. Her husband brightened at this hint, and swore Was said, upon this subject, than shall ever Appear in print. When their discourse was o'er, They gave themselves to Sleep, the sweet deceiver. Next morn the lady, waking all alone, Found her advice was ta'en-her husband gone. CXII. I need not mind describing how well tempered СХІІІ. The parted couple did not meet with any Am longing to be ready for the printers,) We'd better skip the intervening period, And come, at once, to something that is very odd. CXIV. My heroine, having become governante, By some chance, to an English merchant's daughters, Sailed with them to the fruitful isle of Zante, Where dwelt their father; and, while on the waters, Began to tell how her perfido amante Had gone to seek his fortune, while she sought her's. This tale the listeners did much admire at, Till seamen bawled on deck: "We're chased-a pirate!" CXV. Then was the tale cut shorter. The young women As fast as lightning; and, as fast, the seamen All sails be crowded; but the Osmanlimen Who soon agreed that, without more hubbubbing, CXVI. The first shot struck their mainsail; shot the second Took off the carpenter's best leg, ('twas timber ;) The third shot killed the cook who had not reckoned On such, and was just killing a fine limber Turkey. The fourth discharge swept clean the deck, and Gave Pat Mulroony somewhat to remimber. So they lay to, with marvellous docility, After those little symptoms of hostility. CXVII. The flag is struck; no more the Christian men try And now the blustering copper-coloured gentry, And straight began to rummage and to rifle, Which terrified the females not a trifle. |