Quoth Martin Antolinez, “He will paye you in due measure
But now he needes a hundred markes, and you can paye them here.”—
“We never paye,” the Jewes sayde, “afore we have the ware.”
Soe they mounted ther swift corsiares and rade richt speedilee,
Wen my Cid saw them comynge, he lought most lustilee.
The Jewes bent loe and kissed his hande, Martin wrote down the deed,
Thei sholde have care of the coffers but of lookyng in tayk heed.
The myrth youe sholde have witnest wen the chests were borne away,
They coulde not bere them by themselves all gyf no striplings they.
Sayd Rachel to the Campeador, “O Cid, I kisse thy hand,