XXXIII.
“I, not so much for deadly hate I bear
“To him and all his kindred, by whose spite
“My sire and both my brothers slaughtered were,
“My country sacked and waste, as that the knight
“I would not wrong, to whom I fealty sware,
“And had my solemn word already plight
“That me to wedlock man should woo in vain,
“Till he to Holland should return from Spain,
XXXIV.
“For one ill-born, a hundred yet behind,
“Will bear (replied) to hazard all content,
“—Slain, burnt alive, to let them to the wind
“Scatter my ashes, rather than consent.—
“My people seek to move my stedfast mind,
“By prayer and by protest, from this intent;
“And threat to yield my city up and me,
“Lest all be lost through my obduracy.
XXXV.
“When in my fixt and firm resolve they read,
“That prayer and protest are alike in vain;
“My town and me, with Friesland’s king agreed,
“Surrendered, as they vowed, my vassal train.
“Not doing by me any shameful deed,
“Me he assured of life and of domain,
“So I would soften my obdurate mood,
“And be to wed with his Arbantes wooed.
