“When my soul these limbs forsaking Eager seeks a purer air, From my breast the cold heart taking, Give it to Belerma’s care.

“Say, I of my lands possessor Named her with my dying breath: Say, my lips I op’d to bless her, Ere they closed for aye in death:

“Twice a week too⁠—how sincerely I adored her, Cousin, say⁠— Twice a week for one who dearly Loved her, Cousin, bid her pray.

“Montesinos, now the hour Marked by fate is near at hand: Lo! my arm has lost its power! Lo! I drop my trusty brand!

“Eyes, which forth beheld me going, Homewards ne’er shall see me hie! Cousin, stop those tears o’er-flowing, Let me on thy bosom die!