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V. 
And first before the King be pass’d, with reverence stooping 
low, 
And next he bow’d him to the Queen, and the Infantas all 
a-rowe ; 
Then to his lady’s grace he turn’d, and she to him did throw 
A scarf from out her balcony was whiter than the snow. 
VI. 
With the life-blood of the slaughtered lords all slippery is 
the sand. 
Yet proudly in the centre hath Ganzul ta’en his stand ; 
And ladies look with heaving breast, and lords with anxious 
eye. 
But the lance is firmly in its rest, and his look is calm and 
Three bulls against the knight are loosed, [and two come 
roaring on, 
He rises high in stirrup, forth stretching his rejon -, 
Each furious beast upon the breast he deals him such a blow. 
He blindly totters and gives back across the sand to go. 
VIII. 
“ Turn Ganzul, turn,” the people cry— the third comes up 
behind, , 
Low to the sand his head holds he, his nostrils snun the 
wind ; 
The mountaineers that lead the steers, without stand whis- 
pering low, 
‘ Now thinks this proud Alcaydd to stun Harpado so 
IX. 
Erom Guadiana comes he not, he comes not from Xenil, 
Erom Guadalarif of the plain, or Barves of the hill; 
But where from out the forest burst Xarama’s waters clear, 
Beneath the oak trees was he nursed, this proud and stately 
steer. 
