LXXXII.

In a few words he told their hapless story, Saying, "Our Machiavelian _impresario_, Making a signal off some promontory, Hailed a strange brig--_Corpo di Caio Mario!_ We were transferred on board her in a hurry, Without a single scudo of _salario_; But if the Sultan has a taste for song, We will revive our fortunes before long.