The shepherds hastening o'er the Tetuan plain,
With shouts surround him, and with spears restrain:
He stops, with grinning teeth his breath he draws,
Nor is it fear, but rage, that makes him pause;
His threatening eye-balls burn with sparkling fire,
And his stern heart forbids him to retire:
Amidst the thickness of the spears he flings,
So midst his foes the furious Nunio springs:
The Lusian grass with foreign gore distain'd,
Displays the carnage of the hero's hand.
« An ample shield the brave Giraldo bore,
« Which from the vanquish'd Perez' arm he tore;
« Pierced through that shield, cold death invades his eye,
« And dying Perez saw his victor die.
« Edward and Pedro, emulous of fame,
« The same their friendship, and their youth the same,
« Through the fierce Brigians hew'd their bloody way,
« Till in a cold embrace the striplings lay.
« Lopez and Vincent rush'd on glorious death,
« And midst their slaughter'd foes resign'd their breath.
« Alonzo glorying in his youthful might
« Spurr'd his fierce courser through the staggering fight:
« Shower'd from the dashing hoofs, the spatter'd gore
« Flies round; but soon the rider vaunts no more:
« Five Spanish swords the murmuring ghosts atone,
« Of five Castilians by his arm o'erthrown.
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