If e’er my eyes behold them, ill shall they be faring:
Through them have I much sorrow, untold and openly, for years been bearing.
[1566]
“The news that you have brought me a rich reward shall gain;
For you my heart have lightened of hopeless woe and pain.
Gold I give you freely, and this I do most rightly.”
They said: “Most noble lady, to make us rich we need your gold but slightly.
[1567]
“Of the booty we have gotten we’re bringing home so much,
You need not think us scornful if your gold we do not touch: