Baba, indignant at this ill-timed pride,
Made fierce remonstrances, and then a threat
He muttered (but the last was given aside)
About a bow-string—quite in vain; not yet
Would Juan bend, though ’twere to Muhammad’s bride:
There’s nothing in the world like etiquette
In kingly chambers or imperial halls,
As also at the Race and County Balls.