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Lord Byron to Elizabeth Bridget Pigot, 10 August 1806

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London. August 10th, 1806.

As I have already troubled your brother with more than he will find pleasure in deciphering, you are the next to whom I shall assign the difficult employment of perusing this 2nd epistle. You will perceive from my 1st, that no idea of Mrs. B.’s arrival had disturbed me at the time it was written; not so the present, since the appearance of a note from the illustrious cause of my sudden decampment has driven the ‘natural ruby from my cheeks,’ and completely blanched my woe-begone countenance. This gunpowder intimation of her arrival (confound her activity!) breathes less of terror and dismay than you will probably imagine from the volcanic temperament of her ladyship, and concludes with the comfortable assurance of all present motion being prevented by the fatigue of her journey, for which my blessings are due to the rough roads and restive quadrupeds of his majesty’s highways. As I have not the smallest inclination to be chased round the country, I shall e’en make a merit of necessity, and since, like Macbeth, ‘They’ve tied me to the stake, I cannot fly’ I shall imitate that valorous tyrant, and ‘bear-like fight the course,’ all escape being precluded. I can now engage with less disadvantage, having drawn the enemy from her intrenchments, though, like the prototype to whom I have compared myself, with an excellent
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chance of being knocked on the head. However, ‘lay on, Macduff, and d—d be he who first cries, hold, enough.’

“I shall remain in town for, at least, a week, and expect to hear from you before its expiration. I presume the printer has brought you the offspring of my poetic mania. Remember, in the first line, to read ‘loud the winds whistle,’ instead of ‘round,’ which that blockhead Ridge has inserted by mistake, and makes nonsense of the whole stanza. Addio!—Now to encounter my Hydra. Yours ever.”