May no bowels of mercy To Sancho be granted, And thy Dulcinea Be left still enchanted, May thy falsehood to me Find its punishment in her, For in my land the just Often pays for the sinner. 893 May thy grandest adventures Discomfitures prove, May thy joys be all dreams, And forgotten thy love.

Bireno, Aeneas, what worse shall I call thee?

Barabbas go with thee! All evil befall thee!