“And oh!” said the youth, “since tomorrow I go To fight in a far distant land, Your tears for my absence soon leaving to flow, Some other will court you, and you will bestow On a wealthier suitor your hand.”

“Oh! hush these suspicions,” fair Imogine said, “Offensive to love and to me! For if ye be living, or if ye be dead, I swear by the Virgin, that none in your stead Shall husband of Imogine be.

“If e’er I by lust or by wealth led aside Forget my Alonzo the brave, God grant, that to punish my falsehood and pride Your ghost at the marriage may sit by my side, May tax me with perjury, claim me as bride, And bear me away to the grave!”

To Palestine hastened the hero so bold; His love, she lamented him sore: But scarce had a twelvemonth elapsed, when behold, A baron all covered with jewels and gold Arrived at fair Imogine’s door.