CXXII. The other female's dress was not unlike, But of inferior materials; she Had not so many ornaments to strike, Her hair had silver only, bound to be Her dowry; and her veil, in form alike, Was coarser; and her air, though firm, less free; Her hair was thicker, but less long; her eyes As black, but quicker, and of smaller size. CXXIII. And these two tended him, and cheer'd him both A thing which poesy but seldom mentions, CXXIV. I'll tell you who they were, this female pair, Lest they should seem princesses in disguise; Besides, I hate all mystery, and that air Of clap-trap, which your recent poets prize; in short, the girls they really were And so, They shall appear before your curious eyes, Mistress and maid; the first was only daughter Of an old man, who lived upon the water. CXXV. A fisherman he had been in his youth, A little smuggling, and some piracy, Of an ill-gotten million of piastres. CXXVI. A fisher, therefore, was he-though of men, He sought in the slave-market too, and dish'd CXXVII. He was a Greek, and on his isle had built CXXVIII. He had an only daughter, call'd Haidee, Her dowry was as nothing to her smiles : CXXIX. And walking out upon the beach, below The cliff, towards sunset, on that day she found, Insensible,-not dead, but nearly so, Don Juan, almost famish'd, and half drown'd; But being naked, she was shock'd, you know, Yet deem'd herself in common pity bound, As far as in her lay, "to take him in, CXXX. But taking him into her father's house CXXXI. And therefore, with her maid, she thought it best (A virgin always on her maid relies) To place him in the cave for present rest: And their compassion grew to such a size, It open'd half the turnpike-gates to heaven(St. Paul says 'tis the toll which must be given.) |