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To his wife Andjelija he said:
"Peace, weep not, faithful wife!
Philip will straightway seize him,
And will bring him to the white manor,
To rock thy son in his cradle."
He turned his grey Arab mare about,
And forthwith went down through the market-place
Until he came before the new tavern.140
But Sharatz was tethered by the door.
Philip urged his grey Arab mare,
For he would have her enter into the new tavern,
But the war-horse Sharatz suffered it not,
But with his hoofs smote her in the ribs.
Philip the Magyar waxed wroth,
He seized his studded mace
And made to smite Sharatz before the tavern;
But Sharatz lift up his voice in lamentation before the tavern:
"By the merciful God—woe is me! 150
That I should perish this morn before the tavern,
At the hands of mighty Philip the Magyar,
With my illustrious master nigh at hand!"
But from within Marko spake to him:
"Suffer him to pass, Sharatz!"
When Sharatz heard Marko,
He suffered him to pass into the new tavern.
And when Philip entered into the tavern,
He gave no "God aid thee,"
But grasped his heavy mace 160
And smote Kraljević Marko,
Smote him on his hero's shoulders.
Little enough recked Marko,
And to Philip the Magyar he said:
"Sit thee down in peace, thou Magyar bastard!
Wake not the fleas on my skin,
But light down from thy horse that we may drink wine.
There will still be time for fighting."
But Philip hearkened not unto Marko,
