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Thus spoke gallant Durandarte;
Soon his brave heart broke in twain.
Greatly, joy'd the Moorish party,
That the gallant knight was slain.
Soon his brave heart broke in twain.
Greatly, joy'd the Moorish party,
That the gallant knight was slain.
Bitter weeping, Montesinos
Took from him his helm and glaive;
Bitter weeping, Montesinos
Dug his gallant cousin's grave.
Took from him his helm and glaive;
Bitter weeping, Montesinos
Dug his gallant cousin's grave.
To perform his promise made, he
Cut the heart from out the breast,
That Belerma, wretched lady!
Might receive the last bequest.
Cut the heart from out the breast,
That Belerma, wretched lady!
Might receive the last bequest.
Sad was Montesinos' heart, he
Felt distress his bosom rend.
"Oh! my cousin Durandarte,
Woe is me to view thy end!
Felt distress his bosom rend.
"Oh! my cousin Durandarte,
Woe is me to view thy end!
"Sweet in manners, fair in favour,
Mild in temper, fierce in fight,
Warrior nobler, gentler, braver,
Never shall behold the light.
Mild in temper, fierce in fight,
Warrior nobler, gentler, braver,
Never shall behold the light.
"Cousin, lo! my teare bedew thee;
How shall I thy loss survive?
Durandarte, he who slew thee,
Wherefore left he me alive?"
How shall I thy loss survive?
Durandarte, he who slew thee,
Wherefore left he me alive?"
While she sung, Ambrosio listened with delight: never had he heard a voice more harmonious; and he wondered how suchheavenly
