IV.

“Ah, do not go! _Mi Dios_, thou wilt not go! “Guillermo, thou wouldst kill thy Blanca. Death “Is there nigh certain.” William smiled: “Why no, “Not certain quite. Sweet Blanca, I’ll have breath “To kiss thee on my return. Why sorroweth “My love so soon, that was so brave erewhile?”-- “I care not for myself but thee, for saith “The general voice, tis fatal.”--“See, I smile”-- “Oh God, if aught befal thee, Death may light his pile.”