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They enter'd, and for coffee call'd, it came,
A beverage for Turks and Christians both, Although the way they make it's not the same.
Now Laura, much recover'd, or less loth To speak, cries „Bęppo! what's your pagan name?
„Bless me! your beard is of amazing growth! ,,And how came you to keep away so long? „Are you not sensible 'twas very wrong?
,,And are you really, truly, now a Turk?
„With any other women did you wive? „Is't true they use their fingers for a fork/?
„Well, that's the prettiest shawl - as I'm alive! „You'll give it me? They say you eat no pork.
„And how so many years did you contriya „To - Bless me! did I ever? No, I never : „Saw a man grown so yellow! How's your liver ?
,Beppo! that board of yours becomes you not;
„It shall be shaved before you're a day older; „Why do you wear it? Oh' I had forgot
„Pray don't you think the weather here is colder? ,,How do I look? You shan't stir from this spot
„In that queer dress, for fear that some beholder ,,Should find you out, and make the story known. How short your hair is ! Lord! how
grey it's grown!“
What answer Beppo made to these demands
Is more than I know. He was cast away About where Troy stood once, and nothing stands;
Became a slave of course, and for his pay Had bread and bastinadoes,' till some bands
Of pirates landing in a neighbouring bay, He join'd the rogues and prosperd, and became A renegado of indifferent fame.
But he grew rich, and with his riches grew 50
Keen the desire to see his home again,
And not be always thieving on the main; Lonely he felt, at times, as Robin Crusoe, 1
And so he hired a vessel come from Spain, Bound for Corfu; she was a fine polacca,::! Mann'd with twelve hands, and laden with tobacco.
Himself, and much (heaven knows how gotten)
cash, it! He then embark'd, with risk of life and limb, And got clear off, although the attempt was rash;
He said that Providence protected him For my part, I say nothing, lest we clash
In our opinions :-well, the ship was trim, ,Set sail, and kept her reckoning fairly on, Except three days of calm when off Cape Bonn. I
They reach'd the island, he transferr'd his lading,
And self and live-stock, to another bottom, And pass'd for a true Turkey-merchant, trading
With goods of various names, but I've forgot'em However, he got off by this evading,
Or else the people would perhaps have shot him; And thus at Venice landed to reclaim His wife, religion, house, and Christian name.
His wife received, the patriarch re-baptized him,
(He made the church a present by the way); He then threw off the garments which disguised
him, And borrow'd the Count's small-clothes for a
day: His friends the more for his long absence prized him
Finding he'd wherewithal to make them gay, With dinners, where he oft became the laugh of
them, For stories, but I don't belie vethe half of them.
Whate'er his youth had suffer'd, his old age
With wealth and talking made him some amends; Though Laura sometimes put him in a rage,
I've heard the Count and he were always friends. My pen is at the bottom of a page,
Which being finish’d, here the story ends; "Tis to be wish'd it had been sooner done, But stories somehow lengthen when begun,