showed himself in the humble theatre was the sad Orompo, clad in black skin-coat, and a crook of yellow box-wood in his hand, the end of which was an ugly figure of Death. He came crowned with leaves of mournful cypress, all emblems of grief which reigned in him by reason of the untimely death of his beloved Listea; and after he had, with sad look, turned his weeping eyes in all directions, with tokens of infinite grief and bitterness he broke the silence with words like these: OROMPO. Come from the depths of my grief-stricken breast, Oh words of blood, with death commingled come, Break open the left side that keeps you dumb, If 'tis my sighs perchance that hold you fast. The air impedes you, for 'tis fired at last By the fierce poison of your utterance; Come forth and let the breezes bear you hence, As they have borne my bliss adown the blast. For ye will lose but little when ye see Yourselves lost, since your lofty theme has gone, For whom in weighty style and perfect tone Utterance ye gave to things of high degree. Famed were ye once, of high renown were ye, For sweetness, and for wittiness and gladness; But now for bitterness, for tears and sadness, Will ye by Heaven and earth appraisèd be. Although ye issue trembling at my cry With what words can ye utter what I feel, If my fierce torment is incapable Of being as 'tis painted vividly? Alas, for neither means nor time have I To express the pain and sinking at my heart; But what my tongue doth lack to tell its smart, My eyes by constant weeping may supply. Oh death, who cuttest short by cruel guile A thousand pleasant purposes of man, And in a moment turnest hill to plain, Making Henares equal unto Nile, Why didst thou temper not thy cruel style, Traitor, and why didst thou, in my despite, Make trial on a bosom fair and white Of thy fierce hanger's edge with fury vile? How came it that the green and tender years Of that fair lamb did, false one, thee displease? Wherefore didst thou my woes by hers increase? Why didst thou show thyself to her so fierce? Enemy mine, friend of deceitful cares, Goest thou from me who seek thee, and concealest Thyself from me, while thou thyself revealest To him who more than I thy evils fears?