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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - Don Juan’s Good-Night
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Teach me, gentle Leporello,
 Since you are so wise a fellow,
 How your master I may win.
 Leporello answers gaily
 Slip into his bed and way lay
 Him; anon he shall come in.

 Soon as he shall find you laid there
 Fresh and young, so sweet a maid there,
 He shall smile, and joyfully
 ``I am hungry, Leporello,
 Bring us wine, good wine and mellow,
 Here is one would sup with me.``

 Wine then will I bring (not water),
 A feast fit for a king`s daughter,
 Lay it out in the alcove,
 While my Lord with pleasant fancies
 Makes his court to you, romances
 Of your beauty and his love.

 Passion soon shall rise full blossom;
 He shall weep upon your bosom,
 Make you all his soul`s display.
 He, in honour as a true man,
 Shall declare you the sole woman
 He has loved until to--day.

 At the last he shall possess you,
 And all night. Then with ``God bless you``
 Turn to sleep, nor shall you know,
 Curtained in your silks and satins,
 How at dawn he was off ``to matins.``
 His politeness called it so.

 But remember, from next morning
 You must quite forget the adorning
 Of to--night, or earn his curse.
 Gold is yours if you but ask it,
 Spain and Flanders in a basket.
 I am keeper of his purse.

 To console you be a forture
 Will not grudge. But to importune
 His more tenderness? Nay, Nay.
 A return to even your beauty
 Were too costly a Duke`s duty,
 One his whole wealth could not pay.
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