With lofty voice the sovereign of Argier, Assorting with his moody rage, 'gan say:
" -- Whoe'er thou art, sir knight, and whencesoe'er-- Brought by mistake of purpose or of way, Light from thine horse and doff thy warlike gear, To deck this sepulchre, ere thee I slay, An offering to its lovely tenant's spirit;
And thou in thy forced homage have no merit."
