Don Juan By Lord Byron Canto V

And they who waited once and worshipp'd — they
  With their rough faces throng'd about the bed
To gaze once more on the commanding clay
  Which for the last, though not the first, time bled:
And such an end! that he who many a day
  Had faced Napoleon's foes until they fled, —
The foremost in the charge or in the sally,
Should now be butcher'd in a civic alley.

The scars of his old wounds were near his new,
  Those honourable scars which brought him fame;
And horrid was the contrast to the view —
  But let me quit the theme; as such things claim
Perhaps even more attention than is due
  From me: I gazed (as oft I have gazed the same)
To try if I could wrench aught out of death
Which should confirm, or shake, or make a faith;

But it was all a mystery. Here we are,
  And there we go: — but where? five bits of lead,
Or three, or two, or one, send very far!
  And is this blood, then, form'd but to be shed?
Can every element our elements mar?
  And air — earth — water — fire live — and we dead?
We whose minds comprehend all things? No more;
But let us to the story as before.

The purchaser of Juan and acquaintance
  Bore off his bargains to a gilded boat,
Embark'd himself and them, and off they went thence
  As fast as oars could pull and water float;
They look'd like persons being led to sentence,
  Wondering what next, till the caique was brought
Up in a little creek below a wall
O'ertopp'd with cypresses, dark-green and tall.

Here their conductor tapping at the wicket
  Of a small iron door, 't was open'd, and
He led them onward, first through a low thicket
  Flank'd by large groves, which tower'd on either hand:
They almost lost their way, and had to pick it —
  For night was dosing ere they came to land.
The eunuch made a sign to those on board,
Who row'd off, leaving them without a word.

As they were plodding on their winding way
  Through orange bowers, and jasmine, and so forth
(Of which I might have a good deal to say,
  There being no such profusion in the North
Of oriental plants, 'et cetera,'
  But that of late your scribblers think it worth
Their while to rear whole hotbeds in their works
Because one poet travell'd 'mongst the Turks) —

As they were threading on their way, there came
  Into Don Juan's head a thought, which he
Whisper'd to his companion: — 't was the same
  Which might have then occurr'd to you or me.
'Methinks,' said he, 'it would be no great shame
  If we should strike a stroke to set us free;
Let 's knock that old black fellow on the head,
And march away — 't were easier done than said.'

'Yes,' said the other, 'and when done, what then?
  How get out? how the devil got we in?
And when we once were fairly out, and when
  From Saint Bartholomew we have saved our skin,
To-morrow 'd see us in some other den,
  And worse off than we hitherto have been;
Besides, I 'm hungry, and just now would take,
Like Esau, for my birthright a beef-steak.

'We must be near some place of man's abode; —
  For the old negro's confidence in creeping,
With his two captives, by so queer a road,
  Shows that he thinks his friends have not been sleeping;
A single cry would bring them all abroad:
  'T is therefore better looking before leaping —
And there, you see, this turn has brought us through,
By Jove, a noble palace! — lighted too.'

It was indeed a wide extensive building
  Which open'd on their view, and o'er the front
There seem'd to be besprent a deal of gilding
  And various hues, as is the Turkish wont, —
A gaudy taste; for they are little skill'd in
  The arts of which these lands were once the font:
Each villa on the Bosphorus looks a screen
New painted, or a pretty opera-scene.

And nearer as they came, a genial savour
  Of certain stews, and roast-meats, and pilaus,
Things which in hungry mortals' eyes find favour,
  Made Juan in his harsh intentions pause,
And put himself upon his good behaviour:
  His friend, too, adding a new saving clause,
Said, 'In Heaven's name let's get some supper now,
And then I 'm with you, if you 're for a row.'

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