What tidings do you bring of my fleet,
What tidings of woe or weal?"
"I'll tell thee tidings, lady,
If my life thou wilt assure."
"Tell on, Alfonzo Ramos,
Thy life shall be secure."
"Seville, Seville has fallen,
To the arms of the Berber Moor."
"But for my word thy head this day
To the vultures had been tost!"