Don Juan 06-101 ~ 105
  
 
Don Juan 06-101
Canto the Sixth
 
     CI
 
Gulbeyaz was no model of true patience,
     Nor much disposed to wait in word or deed;
She liked quick answers in all conversations;
     And when she saw him stumbling like a steed
In his replies, she puzzled him for fresh ones;
     And as his speech grew still more broken-kneed,
Her cheek began to flush, her eyes to sparkle,
And her proud brow's blue veins to swell and darkle.
  
 
Don Juan 06-102
Canto the Sixth
 
     CII
 
When Baba saw these symptoms, which he knew
     To bode him no great good, he deprecated
Her anger, and beseech'd she'd hear him through --
     He could not help the thing which he related:
Then out it came at length, that to Dudu
     Juan was given in charge, as hath been stated;
But not by Baba's fault, he said, and swore on
The holy camel's hump, besides the Koran.
  
 
Don Juan 06-103
Canto the Sixth
 
     CIII
 
The chief dame of the Oda, upon whom
     The discipline of the whole haram bore,
As soon as they re-enter'd their own room,
     For Baba's function stopt short at the door,
Had settled all; nor could he then presume
     (The aforesaid Baba) just then to do more,
Without exciting such suspicion as
Might make the matter still worse than it was.
  
 
Don Juan 06-104
Canto the Sixth
 
     CIV
 
He hoped, indeed he thought, he could be sure
     Juan had not betray'd himself; in fact
'T was certain that his conduct had been pure,
     Because a foolish or imprudent act
Would not alone have made him insecure,
     But ended in his being found out and sacked,
And thrown into the sea. -- Thus Baba spoke
Of all save Dudu's dream, which was no joke.
  
 
Don Juan 06-105
Canto the Sixth
 
     CV
 
This he discreetly kept in the background,
     And talk'd away -- and might have talk'd till now,
For any further answer that he found,
     So deep an anguish wrung Gulbeyaz' brow:
Her cheek turn'd ashes, ears rung, brain whirl'd round,
     As if she had received a sudden blow,
And the heart's dew of pain sprang fast and chilly
O'er her fair front, like Morning's on a lily.
         
George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron (1788-1824) 
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