For he saw that youthful strength
To avenge his wrong was needed;
That, by years enfeebled, broken,
None his arm now feared or heeded.
But he of Orgaz, Count Lozano,
Walks secure where men resort;
Hindered and rebuked by none,
Proud his name, and proud his port.
While he, the injured, neither sleeps,
Nor tastes the needful food,