So foreign to the worth we all revere.
I heard thee pledge thine honour and thy might
To free her from her present strait, and brave
The cruel Roman spears in reckless fight.
In such an urgent case, dear friend, I crave
To be thy comrade, for it is my due,
And aid thee with the little strength I have.
Morandro.
Half of my heart! O Friendship leal and true,
Unsevered in the hardships of the fray,