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“O Alboazar !" then quoth she,
Full of revenge and wiles is he.
I know Ramiro better than thou !
Hast thou not heard the history
And plunder’d thy country for many a day; . And how many Moors he has slain in the strife,
And how many more he has carried away ? How he came to show friendship .. and thou didst
believe him ? How he ravish'd thy sister, and wouldst thou for
give him ?
And that now by thy side I lie like a bride, The worst shame that can ever a Christian betide?
And cruel it were when you see his despair,
If vainly you thought in compassion to spare, And refused him the boon he comes hither to crave;
For no other way his poor soul can he save, Than by doing the penance his confessor gave.”
As Queen Aldonza thus replies,
The Moor upon her fixed his eyes,
Who putteth his trust in a woman !
Thou art King Ramiro's wedded wife, And thus wouldst thou take away his life! What cause have I to confide in thee?.
I will put this woman away from me. These were the thoughts that past in his breast,
But he call’d to mind Ramiro's might: And he fear'd to meet him hereafter in fight,
And he granted the k ng's request.
So he gave him a roasted capon first, And a skinful of wine to quench his thirst;
And he call’d for his sons and daughters all, And assembled the people both great and small;
And to the bull-ring he led the king;
And he set him there upon a stone, That by all the multitude he might be known, And he bade him blow through his horn a blast,
As long as his breath and his life should last.
Oh then his horn Ramiro wound:
Louder and louder Ramiro blows,
Under the alders, by St. Joam da Foz.
And they and their merry men arose. Away to Gaya they speed them straight; Like a torrent they burst through the city.gate;
And they rush among the Moorish throng,
And slaughter their infidel foes.
Then his good sword Ramiro drew,
Upon the Moorish king he flew, And he gave him one blow which cleft him through. They killed his sons and his daughters too;
Every Moorish soul they slew; Not one escaped of the infidel crew; Neither old nor young, nor babe nor mother ;
And they left not one stone upon another.
They carried the wicked Queen aboard,
They tied a mill-stone round her neck,
But glad would Queen Aldonza be,
THE INCHCAPE ROCK.
An old * writer mentions a curious tradition which may be worth quoting. “ By east the Isle of May," says he, “twelve miles from all land in the German seas, lyes a great hidden rock, called Inchcape, very dangerous for navigators, because it is overflowed everie tide. It is reported in old times, upon the saide rocke there was a bell, fixed upon a tree or timber, which rang continually, being moved by the sea, giving notice to the saylers of the danger. This bell or clocke was put there and maintained by the Abbot of Aberbrothok, and being taken down by a sea pirate, a yeare thereafter he perished upon the same rocke, with ship and gcodes, in the righteous judgement of God.”
Stoddart's Remarks on Scotland.
No stir in the air, no stir in the sea ;
* See a Brief Description of Scotland, &c. by J.M., 1633.