The argument waxed high, when at that moment Asur González, a haughty vassal of the Infantes, entered the hall.
With early viands and with wine flushed were his face and brow,
Disordered were his garments and his mantle hung full low.
He scanned the Court with bearing rude, right clownish was his vaunt:
“How now, my lords? What have we here? Thinkst Carrión to daunt?
What bruit is this about the Cid, the lordling of Bivar?
At drawing tithes from dusty millers better is he far
Than ruffling at a Cortés; he to match with Carrión!”
Then up leapt Muño Gustioz: “Ha’ done, thou knave, ha’ done!
Drunkard, who lookest on the wine before ye tell a bead,