“Oi! Dobush, our good lord,

Why killed you not the wife?”

“How could I kill her, say,

If I loved her so much?”

“Oi, Dobush, our great lord!

Misfortune’s surely here.

Treachery ne’er before

To your Legini came,

But now there’s treachery.”

“Legini, Oi! my boys,