Blocked his way, and thus addressed him,
In a solemn voice that quivered;
"Roderigo Gonvazales,
To my hands return your sabre,
Tainted in your holy service.
To obey you failed, and broke thus
Our order's highest promise.
With defiance in your spirit
Drew your sword against the prelate
And with blasphemy dishonored
The white cross upon your mantle.
Give up sword, the court shall judge you!
Give up sword, my final order!"
"I'll not give it, never, never!"
Roderigo thus defies him
Wildly with his sabre striking.
But alas, in one brief moment
On all sides he is surrounded
And deprived of shield and sabre.
At the same time, Satanella
Fettered is without resistance.
But new terror grips the people,
Listen to their dreadful shouting:
"Woe to us, the plague's upon us."
Here lamenting, yonder cursing,
Sudden flight and crowding masses
And one shout, from out this turmoil,
Rising like a flash of lightning;
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