Don Juan 01-182
Canto the First

CLXXXII

He left the room for his relinquish'd sword,
     And Julia instant to the closet flew.
"Fly, Juan, fly! for heaven's sake-not a word-
     The door is open-you may yet slip through
The passage you so often have explored-
     Here is the garden-key-Fly-fly-Adieu!
Haste-haste! I hear Alfonso's hurrying feet-
Day has not broke-there's no one in the street:"

George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron (1788-1824) ByronLong