The fiercest, strongest on the wing,
⁠That will admit no rest;
Thus all that multitude confused
⁠Of passions wild and strange,
Of which Don Pedro for a while
⁠Was tangled in the range,
At length from breast and head alike
⁠Fled finding a retreat,
And living left distinct alone,
⁠With horror great replete,
The image of Fadrique,
⁠His eldest brother famed,
The pride of knights and Master those
⁠Of Santiago named.

Now from Humillia's conquered walls,
⁠With matchless courage won,
In triumph had Fadrique come
⁠O'er vanquished Aragón.
Where erst the bars, the castles now
⁠He floating left abroad,
And to present the keys he brings
⁠His brother, king and lord.
Well knows the king no rebel lie,
⁠But friend and ally true,
And more than Tello madly hates.