Of plundering thief I left the trace;
Grapes I saw—but Heav’n so save me—
Not a grape did I displace.’
A fracture was there in the portal
The slipper from his foot he tore:
—‘Need’st thou proof? behold it here.’
Its fellow from within he bore.
Of the joy that followed after
Little need I more impart,
Glad the Count the truth admitted,