Spreading, catching, far and near,
Like the fiery flame's career.
Stab the richest and the noblest,
Stab a dozen—'tis too few;
That were hardly worthy vengeance
For the boots of Chiucchinu.
Vengeance too must pity show
For the hapless Cappato.
So concludes my lamentation,
I have now no more to say.