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1810.8
On MURAT'S Summons to Sir J. STUART to surrender
SICILY, in order to spare the Effusion of Blood.

“G. C.”
The Gentleman's Magazine, LXXX (October, 1810), p. 646

Says Murat to Stuart, "Of blood I'm so tender,
I beg, without fighting, your force you'll surrender."
Says the Hero of Maida[1] to Murat—"Excuse me;
And much your fine feelings amaze and amuse me;

Here determin'd we stand, you may come when you will,
Every drop in our veins we are ready to spill!
Aside mutter'd Murat, "Parbleu! when I sent,
'T was my own blood to spare and not yours, that I meant."


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