Rather—a poor peasant be.
Fresh green vine leaves hath the vineyard,
Grapes which the king will go to greet:
So ripe are they, so highly colour’d,
They are saying ‘come and eat.’
Comes the Mordomo from the mountain:
—‘Best of news to you I bring;
Though the vineyard is well guarded,
Yet have I enter’d, Senhor King!
‘The owner is in other countries,