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Soon the guard, without announces
That a stranger knight doth wait,
Craving for a swift admittance,
Bringing tidings of great weight.

'Twas the vanquished Moor Almanzor.
Swift his mantle off was thrown;
To the Spaniards he surrenders,
And he craves for life alone.

"I am come, ye Christian warriors.
To submit me to your power;
I will serve the God of Christians,
Own your prophet from this hour.

"Let the blast of fame, world-filling.
Say, the Arab chief o'erthrown
Would be brother to his victors,
Vassal of a stranger's crown."

Well the Spaniard prizes valour.
So the great Almanzor knowing.
They embraced him, circled round him.
As their true companion showing.

Each one then Almanzor greeted.
And their captain close embraced: