Don Juan By Lord Byron Canto IV

Up Juan sprung to Haidee's bitter shriek,
  And caught her falling, and from off the wall
Snatch'd down his sabre, in hot haste to wreak
  Vengeance on him who was the cause of all:
Then Lambro, who till now forbore to speak,
  Smiled scornfully, and said, 'Within my call,
A thousand scimitars await the word;
Put up, young man, put up your silly sword.'

And Haidee clung around him; 'Juan, 't is —
  'T is Lambro — 't is my father! Kneel with me —
He will forgive us — yes — it must be — yes.
  O! dearest father, in this agony
Of pleasure and of pain — even while I kiss
  Thy garment's hem with transport, can it be
That doubt should mingle with my filial joy?
Deal with me as thou wilt, but spare this boy.'

High and inscrutable the old man stood,
  Calm in his voice, and calm within his eye —
Not always signs with him of calmest mood:
  He look'd upon her, but gave no reply;
Then turn'd to Juan, in whose cheek the blood
  Oft came and went, as there resolved to die;
In arms, at least, he stood, in act to spring
On the first foe whom Lambro's call might bring.

'Young man, your sword;' so Lambro once more said:
  Juan replied, 'Not while this arm is free.'
The old man's cheek grew pale, but not with dread,
  And drawing from his belt a pistol, he
Replied, 'Your blood be then on your own head.'
  Then look'd dose at the flint, as if to see
'T was fresh — for he had lately used the lock —
And next proceeded quietly to cock.

It has a strange quick jar upon the ear,
  That cocking of a pistol, when you know
A moment more will bring the sight to bear
  Upon your person, twelve yards off, or so;
A gentlemanly distance, not too near,
  If you have got a former friend for foe;
But after being fired at once or twice,
The ear becomes more Irish, and less nice.

Lambro presented, and one instant more
  Had stopp'd this Canto, and Don Juan's breath,
When Haidee threw herself her boy before;
  Stern as her sire: 'On me,' she cried, 'let death
Descend — the fault is mine; this fatal shore
  He found — but sought not. I have pledged my faith;
I love him — I will die with him: I knew
Your nature's firmness — know your daughter's too.'

A minute past, and she had been all tears,
  And tenderness, and infancy; but now
She stood as one who champion'd human fears —
  Pale, statue-like, and stern, she woo'd the blow;
And tall beyond her sex, and their compeers,
  She drew up to her height, as if to show
A fairer mark; and with a fix'd eye scann'd
Her father's face — but never stopp'd his hand.

He gazed on her, and she on him; 't was strange
  How like they look'd! the expression was the same;
Serenely savage, with a little change
  In the large dark eye's mutual-darted flame;
For she, too, was as one who could avenge,
  If cause should be — a lioness, though tame.
Her father's blood before her father's face
Boil'd up, and proved her truly of his race.

I said they were alike, their features and
  Their stature, differing but in sex and years;
Even to the delicacy of their hand
  There was resemblance, such as true blood wears;
And now to see them, thus divided, stand
  In fix'd ferocity, when joyous tears
And sweet sensations should have welcomed both,
Show what the passions are in their full growth.

The father paused a moment, then withdrew
  His weapon, and replaced it; but stood still,
And looking on her, as to look her through,
  'Not I,' he said, 'have sought this stranger's ill;
Not I have made this desolation: few
  Would bear such outrage, and forbear to kill;
But I must do my duty — how thou hast
Done thine, the present vouches for the past.

'Let him disarm; or, by my father's head,
  His own shall roll before you like a ball!'
He raised his whistle, as the word he said,
  And blew; another answer'd to the call,
And rushing in disorderly, though led,
  And arm'd from boot to turban, one and all,
Some twenty of his train came, rank on rank;
He gave the word, — 'Arrest or slay the Frank.'

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