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And they continued battling hand to hand；
For Juan very luckily ne'er saw it；
His temper not being under great mand；
If at that moment he had chanced to claw it；
Alfonso's days had not been in the land
Much longer。… Think of husbands'； lovers' lives！
And how ye may be doubly widows… wives！
Alfonso grappled to detain the foe；
And Juan throttled him to get away；
And blood （'t was from the nose） began to flow；
At last； as they more faintly wrestling lay；
Juan contrived to give an awkward blow；
And then his only garment quite gave way；
He fled； like Joseph； leaving it； but there；
I doubt； all likeness ends between the pair。
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；
Some half…torn drapery scatter'd on the ground；
Some blood； and several footsteps； but no more：
Juan the gate gain'd； turn'd the key about；
And liking not the inside； lock'd the out。
Here ends this canto。… Need I sing； or say；
How Juan naked； favour'd by the night；
Who favours what she should not； found his way；
And reach'd his home in an unseemly plight？
The pleasant scandal which arose next day；
The nine days' wonder which was brought to light；
And how Alfonso sued for a divorce；
Were in the English newspapers； of course。
If you would like to see the whole proceedings；
The depositions； and the cause at full；
The names of all the witnesses； the pleadings
Of counsel to nonsuit； or to annul；
There 's more than one edition； and the readings
Are various； but they none of them are dull；
The best is that in short…hand ta'en by Gurney；
Who to Madrid on purpose made a journey。
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。
She had resolved that he should travel through
All European climes； by land or sea；
To mend his former morals； and get new；
Especially in France and Italy
（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：…
'They tell me 't is decided； you depart：
'T is wise… 't is 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； 't is not what it appears；
My eyeballs burn and throb； but have no tears。
'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；
So dear is still the memory of that dream；
Yet； if I name my guilt； 't is not to boast；
None can deem harshlier of me than I deem：
I trace this scrawl because I cannot rest…
I 've nothing to reproach； or to request。
'Man's love is of man's life a thing apart；
'T is woman's whole existence； man may range
The court； camp； church； the vessel； and the mart；
Sword； gown； gain； glory； offer in exchange
Pride； fame； ambition； to fill up his heart；
And few there are whom these cannot estrange；
Men have all these resources； we but one；
To love again； and be again undone。
'You will proceed in pleasure； and in pride；
Beloved and loving many； all is o'er
For me on earth； except some years to hide
My shame and sorrow deep in my heart's core；
These I could bear； but cannot cast aside
The passion which still rages as before…
And so farewell… forgive me； love me… No；
That word is idle now… but let it go。
'My breast has been all weakness； is so yet；
But still I think I can collect my mind；
My blood still rushes where my spirit 's set；
As roll the waves before the settled wind；
My heart is feminine； nor can forget…
To all； except one image； madly blind；
So shakes the needle； and so stands the pole；
As vibrates my fond heart to my fix'd soul。
'I have no more to say； but linger still；
And dare not set my seal upon this sheet；
And yet I may as well the task fulfil；
My misery can scarce be more plete：
I had not lived till now； could sorrow kill；
Death shuns the wretch who fain the blow would meet；
And I must even survive this last adieu；
And bear with life； to love and pray for you！'
This note was written upon gilt…edged paper
With a neat little crow…quill； slight and new：
Her small white hand could hardly reach the taper；
It trembled as magnetic needles do；
And yet she did not let one tear escape her；
The seal a sun…flower； 'Elle vous suit partout；'
The motto cut upon a white cornelian；
The wax was superfine； its hue vermilion。
This was Don Juan's earliest scrape； but whether
I shall proceed with his adventures is
Dependent on the public altogether；
We 'll see； however； what they say to this：
Their favour in an author's cap 's a feather；
And no great mischief 's done by their caprice；
And if their approbation we experience；
Perhaps they 'll have some more about a year hence。
My poem 's epic； and is meant to be
Divided in twelve books； each book containing；
With love； and war； a heavy gale at sea；
A list of ships； and captains； and kings reigning；
New characters； the episodes are three：
A panoramic view of hell 's in training；
After the style of Virgil and of Homer；
So that my name of Epic 's no misnomer。
All these things will be specified in time；
With strict regard to Aristotle's rules；
The Vade Mecum of the true sublime；
Which makes so many poets； and some fools：
Prose poets like blank…verse； I 'm fond of rhyme；
Good workmen never quarrel with their tools；
I 've got new mythological machinery；
And very handsome supernatural scenery。
There 's only one slight difference between
Me and my epic brethren gone before；
And here the advantage is my own； I ween
（Not that I have not several merits more；
But this will more peculiarly be seen）；
They so embellish； that 't is quite a bore
Their labyrinth of fables to thread through；
Whereas this story 's actually true。
If any person doubt it； I appeal
To history； tradition； and to facts；
To newspapers； whose truth all know and feel；
To plays in five； and operas in three acts；
All these confirm my statement a good deal；
But that which more pletely faith exacts
Is that myself； and several now in Seville；
Saw Juan's last elopement with the devil。
If ever I should condescend to prose；
I 'll write poetical mandments； which
Shall supersede beyond all doubt all those
That went before； in these I shall enrich
My text with many things that no one knows；
And carry precept to the highest pitch：
I 'll call the work 'Longinus o'er a Bottle；
Or； Every Poet his own Aristotle。'
Thou shalt believe in Milton； Dryden； Pope；
Thou shalt not set up Wordsworth； Coleridge； Southey；
Because the first is crazed beyond all hope；
The second drunk； the third so quaint and mouthy：
With Crabbe it may be difficult to cope；
And Campbell's Hippocrene is somew