Is coming from the field with Tarudante,
Prince of Morocco, and between them ride
The two chief captains of the unbelievers,
Princes of Portugal: be Allah praised.
Ch. Alas! O woe, alas! Forgive us, lady,
That thus we weep before thee.
Al.Nay, be sure
I pity you myself, and could not blame
Your natural grief. But ’tis the vice of war,
That whatsoever side hath victory,