Morrem Lopo e Vicente de Lisboa

“Morrem Lopo e Vicente de Lisboa, Que estavam conjurados a acabarem, Ou a ganharem ambos a coroa De quantos n’esta guerra se afamarem Por cima do cavallo Afonso voa; Que cinco Castelhanos (por vingarem A morte de outros cinco, que matára) O vão privar assi da vida cara.

“Lopo and Vincent de Lisbóa bleed; Sworn in the common cause to meet their fate; Or both the crown to gain and Victory’s meed To snatch from all whom most enfamed this bate. Afonso flieth from his battle-steed; For five Castilians (who in ambush wait to ’venge five comrades slain in earli’er strife) Packing around him pluck his precious life.

“De tres lanças passado Hilario cai; Mas primeiro vingado a sua tinha; Não lhe peza porque a alma assi lhe sai, Mas porque a linda Antonia n’elle vinha: O fugitivo esp’rito se lhe vai, E n’elle o pensamento que o sostinha; E saíndo da dama, a quem servia, O nome lhe cortou na bocca fria.”

“Down falls Hilario drilled by spear-heads three; But first he took the vengeance of his spear; He mourneth not because his Sprite goes free, But for-that comes in it Antonia fair: Flitteth the fug’itive Spirit fast, and flee With it the thoughts sustaining all to dare; And as life fled the service of his dame, Fell from his clay-cold lips her broken name.”