‘For his own part, he really should rejoice To see them true believers, but no less Would leave his proposition to their choice.’ The other, thanking him for this excess Of goodness, in thus leaving them a voice In such a trifle, scarcely could express ‘Sufficiently’ (he said) ‘his approbation Of all the customs of this polish’d nation.
‘For his own share—he saw but small objection To so respectable an ancient rite; And, after swallowing down a slight refection, For which he own’d a present appetite, He doubted not a few hours of reflection Would reconcile him to the business quite.’ ‘Will it?’ said Juan, sharply: ‘Strike me dead, But they as soon shall circumcise my head!
‘Cut off a thousand heads, before-’—‘Now, pray,’ Replied the other, ‘do not interrupt: You put me out in what I had to say. Sir!—as I said, as soon as I have supt, I shall perpend if your proposal may Be such as I can properly accept; Provided always your great goodness still Remits the matter to our own free-will.’
Baba eyed Juan, and said, ‘Be so good As dress yourself-’ and pointed out a suit In which a Princess with great pleasure would Array her limbs; but Juan standing mute, As not being in a masquerading mood, Gave it a slight kick with his Christian foot; And when the old negro told him to ‘Get ready,’ Replied, ‘Old gentleman, I’m not a lady.’
‘What you may be, I neither know nor care,’ Said Baba; ‘but pray do as I desire: I have no more time nor many words to spare.’ ‘At least,’ said Juan, ‘sure I may enquire The cause of this odd travesty?’—‘Forbear,’ Said Baba, ‘to be curious; ’twill transpire, No doubt, in proper place, and time, and season: I have no authority to tell the reason.’
‘Then if I do,’ said Juan, ‘I’ll be-’—‘Hold!’ Rejoin’d the negro, ‘pray be not provoking; This spirit ’s well, but it may wax too bold, And you will find us not top fond of joking.’ ‘What, sir!’ said Juan, ‘shall it e’er be told That I unsex’d my dress?’ But Baba, stroking The things down, said, ‘Incense me, and I call Those who will leave you of no sex at all.
‘I offer you a handsome suit of clothes: A woman’s, true; but then there is a cause Why you should wear them.’—‘What, though my soul loathes The effeminate garb?’—thus, after a short pause, Sigh’d Juan, muttering also some slight oaths, ‘What the devil shall I do with all this gauze?’ Thus he profanely term’d the finest lace Which e’er set off a marriage-morning face.