Fairest daughter of the Prince Miloutin,
He the princely sovereign of Resseva.
She, indeed, would be a bride to cherish;
She, indeed, were worthy of thy friendship:
But that maiden is betrothed already;
She is promised unto George Irene—
To Irene, for Sredoi, his kinsman.
But I’ll win that maiden—I will win her,
Or will perish in the deed, my mother!”
But his mother counsell’d him and warn’d him—