They killed him at my feet. O! O! O! O!

For golden-armed Iollan that I loved.

But what is it that made me say I loved him?

It was that harper put it in my thoughts,

But it is true. Why did they run upon him,

And beat the golden helmet with their swords?

Forgael. Do you not know me, lady? I am he

That you are weeping for.

Dectora. No, for he is dead.

O! O! O! for golden-armed Iollan.