Dost thou think to bribe and buy a Christian Knight? A Paynim plan!
If I take it, thou mayst sell me to a Moorish dog's-meat man!"
Then his steed obeyed his master, and he whinnied loud and free,
Turned his back upon the tempter, caracoled with coltish glee;
Struck out with his heels behind him, smote that slave upon the nose,
Kicked the bags until the bullion in a Danaë shower arose.
Never DON FERNANDO's charger, Bavieca, gave such spring,
In the sawdust-sprinkled circus of AL-WIDDICOMB, the King!
Never did DON GOMERSALEZ fill the Moslem with more fear,
When he smote him o'er the mazzard with his streak-o'-lightning spear!