Ipse Rodericus, _Mio Cid_ semper vocatus, _De quo cantatur_, quod ab hostibus haud superatus, Qui domuit Moros, comites quoque domuit nostros, etc. These poems must, by the phrase _Mio Cid_, have been in Spanish; and, if so, could hardly have been any thing but ballads. [213] Nic. Antonio (Bib. Nova, Tom. I. p. 684) gives 1612 as the date of the oldest Romancero del Cid. The oldest I possess is of Pamplona (1706, 18mo); but the Madrid edition, (1818, 18mo,) the Frankfort, (1827, 12mo,) and the collection in Duran, (Caballerescos, Madrid, 1832, 12mo, Tom. II. pp. 43-191,) are more complete. The most complete of all is that by Keller, (Stuttgard, 1840, 12mo,) and contains 154 ballads. But a few could be added even to this one. [214] The ballads beginning, “Guarte, guarte, Rey Don Sancho,” and “De Zamora sale Dolfos,” are indebted to the “Crónica del Cid,” 1593, c. 61, 62. Others, especially those in Sepúlveda’s collection, show marks of other parts of the same chronicle, or of the “Crónica General,” Parte IV. But the whole amount of such indebtedness in the ballads of the Cid is small. Sorrowing old Laynez sat, Sorrowing on the deep disgrace Of his house, so rich and knightly, Older than Abarca’s race. For he saw that youthful strength To avenge his wrong was needed; That, by years enfeebled, broken, None his arm now feared or heeded. But he of Orgaz, Count Lozano, Walks secure where men resort; Hindered and rebuked by none, Proud his name, and proud his port. While he, the injured, neither sleeps, Nor tastes the needful food, Nor from the ground dares lift his eyes, Nor moves a step abroad, Nor friends in friendly converse meets, But hides in shame his face; His very breath, he thinks, offends, Charged with insult and disgrace.[215] [215] The earliest place in which I have seen this ballad--evidently very old in its _matériel_--is “Flor de Romances,” Novena Parte, 1597, f. 133. Cuydando Diego Laynez En la mengua de su casa, Fidalga, rica y antigua, Antes de Nuño y Abarca, Y viendo que le fallecen Fuerças para la vengança, Porque por sus luengos años, Por si no puede tomalla, Y que el de Orgaz se passea Seguro y libre en la plaça, Sinque nadie se lo impida, Loçano en nombre y en gala. Non puede dormir de noche, Nin gustar de las viandas, Nin alçar del suelo los ojos, Nin osa salir de su casa, Nin fablar con sus amigos, Antes les niega la fabla, Temiendo no les ofenda El aliento de su infamia. The pun on the name of Count _Lozano_ (Haughty or Proud) is of course not translated.