Teach me, gentle Leporello, <br />Since you are so wise a fellow, <br />How your master I may win. <br />Leporello answers gaily <br />Slip into his bed and way lay <br />Him; anon he shall come in. <br /> <br />Soon as he shall find you laid there <br />Fresh and young, so sweet a maid there, <br />He shall smile, and joyfully <br />``I am hungry, Leporello, <br />Bring us wine, good wine and mellow, <br />Here is one would sup with me.'' <br /> <br />Wine then will I bring (not water), <br />A feast fit for a king's daughter, <br />Lay it out in the alcove, <br />While my Lord with pleasant fancies <br />Makes his court to you, romances <br />Of your beauty and his love. <br /> <br />Passion soon shall rise full blossom; <br />He shall weep upon your bosom, <br />Make you all his soul's display. <br />He, in honour as a true man, <br />Shall declare you the sole woman <br />He has loved until to--day. <br /> <br />At the last he shall possess you, <br />And all night. Then with ``God bless you'' <br />Turn to sleep, nor shall you know, <br />Curtained in your silks and satins, <br />How at dawn he was off ``to matins.'' <br />His politeness called it so. <br /> <br />But remember, from next morning <br />You must quite forget the adorning <br />Of to--night, or earn his curse. <br />Gold is yours if you but ask it, <br />Spain and Flanders in a basket. <br />I am keeper of his purse. <br /> <br />To console you be a forture <br />Will not grudge. But to importune <br />His more tenderness? Nay, Nay. <br />A return to even your beauty <br />Were too costly a Duke's duty, <br />One his whole wealth could not pay.<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/don-juan-s-good-night/
