Then, with a sudden movement, he withdrew His daughter; while compressed within his clasp, Twixt her and Juan interposed the crew; In vain she struggled in her father's grasp-- His arms were like a serpent's coil: then flew Upon their prey, as darts an angry asp, The file of pirates--save the foremost, who Had fallen, with his right shoulder half cut through. XLIX. The second had his cheek laid open; but The third, a wary, cool old sworder, took The blows upon his cutlass, and then put His own well in; so well, ere you could look, His man was floored, and helpless at his foot, With the blood running like a little brook From two smart sabre gashes, deep and red-- One on the arm, the other on the head. L. And then they bound him where he fell, and bore Juan from the apartment: with a sign Old Lambro bade them take him to the shore, Where lay some ships which were to sail at nine.[ds] They laid him in a boat, and plied the oar Until they reached some galliots, placed in line; On board of one of these, and under hatches, They stowed him, with strict orders to the watches. LI. The world is full of strange vicissitudes, And here was one exceedingly unpleasant: A gentleman so rich in the world's goods, Handsome and young, enjoying all the present,[dt] Just at the very time when he least broods On such a thing, is suddenly to sea sent, Wounded and chained, so that he cannot move, And all because a lady fell in love. LII. Here I must leave him, for I grow pathetic, Moved by the Chinese nymph of tears, green tea! Than whom Cassandra was not more prophetic; For if my pure libations exceed three, I feel my heart become so sympathetic, That I must have recourse to black Bohea: 'T is pity wine should be so deleterious, For tea and coffee leave us much more serious, LIII. Unless when qualified with thee, Cogniac! Sweet Naïad of the Phlegethontic rill! Ah! why the liver wilt thou thus attack,[du]-- And make, like other nymphs, thy lovers ill? I would take refuge in weak punch, but _rack_ (In each sense of the word), whene'er I fill My mild and midnight beakers to the brim, Wakes me next morning with its synonym.[242] LIV. I leave Don Juan for the present, safe-- Not sound, poor fellow, but severely wounded; Yet could his corporal pangs amount to half Of those with which his Haidée's bosom bounded? She was not one to weep, and rave, and chafe, And then give way, subdued because surrounded; Her mother was a Moorish maid from Fez, Where all is Eden, or a wilderness. LV.