At last grown weaker, he inclined his head

Upon the chair-arm; soon his glance was quenched;

His quivering lips were covered o’er with foam.

He slept.

The knights awhile in fixed amazement stood:

They knew full well Konrad’s unhappy custom;

How, when inflamed unto excess with wine,

Into wild transports and forgetfulness

He falls; but at a banquet, public shame!

Before the strangers, in such unheard rage!