Have you no debt of honor to pay some noble maid?"
"Yes, mother, to my anguish I owe such debt of shame;
That God may not in judgment condemn my soul to flame!"
"It is to Dona Isabel I owe that shameful debt;
But a thousand cruzadoes a spouse for her will get."
"No gold nor silver money will pay for honor lost;
Thy cruzadoes are worthless as leaves the wind has tost."
"I 'll leave her to the doctors that they no skill may spare,
And you, my darling mother, will have her in your care,
A city for her dowry the day that she shall wed—