A Christian fell beneath my hand,
The Alcalde comes, he comes apace,
And if thou open not thy door,
I perish here before thy face.”
I rose in haste, I rose in fear,
I seized my cloak, I missed my vest,
And, rushing to the fatal door,
I threw it wide at his behest.[190]
The next is complete, and, from its early imitations and glosses, it must probably be quite ancient. It begins “Fonte frida, Fonte frida,” and is, perhaps, itself an imitation of “Rosa fresca, Rosa fresca,” another of the early and very graceful lyrical ballads which were always so popular.
Cooling fountain, cooling fountain,