V. Thus, to and fro a-rushing the fierce and furious steed, He snapt in twain his hither rein:--"God pity now the Cid." "God pity Diaz," cried the Lords,--but when they looked again, They saw Ruy Diaz ruling him, with the fragment of his rein; They saw him proudly ruling with gesture firm and calm, Like a true lord commanding--and obeyed as by a lamb. VI. And so he led him foaming and panting to the King, But "No," said Don Alphonso, "it were a shameful thing That peerless Bavieca should ever be bestrid By any mortal but Bivar--Mount, mount again, my Cid." THE EXCOMMUNICATION OF THE CID. The last specimen I shall give of the Cid-ballad, is one the subject of which is evidently of the most apocryphal cast. It is, however, so far as I recollect, the only one of all that immense collection that is quoted or alluded to in Don Quixote. "Sancho," cried Don Quixote, "I am afraid of being excommunicated for having laid violent hands upon a man in holy orders, _Juxta illud; si quis suadente diabolo_, &c. But yet, now I think on it, I never touched him with my hands, but only with my lance; besides, I did not in the least suspect I had to do with priests, whom I honour and revere as every good Catholic and faithful Christian ought to do, but rather took them to be evil spirits. Well, let the worst come to the worst, I remember what befel the Cid Ruy Diaz, when he broke to pieces the chair of a king's ambassador in the Pope's presence, for which he was excommunicated; which did not hinder the worthy Rodrigo de Bivar from behaving himself that day like a valorous knight, and a man of honour." I. It was when from Spain across the main the Cid had come to Rome, He chanced to see chairs four and three beneath Saint Peter's dome. "Now tell, I pray, what chairs be they;"--"Seven kings do sit thereon, As well doth suit, all at the foot of the holy Father's throne." II. "The Pope he sitteth above them all, that they may kiss his toe, Below the keys the Flower-de-lys doth make a gallant show: For his great puissance, the King of France next to the Pope may sit, The rest more low, all in a row, as doth their station fit."-- III. "Ha!" quoth the Cid, "now God forbid! it is a shame, I wiss, To see the Castle[5] planted beneath the Flower-de-lys.[6] No harm, I hope, good Father Pope--although I move thy chair." --In pieces small he kicked it all, ('twas of the ivory fair). IV. The Pope's own seat he from his feet did kick it far away, And the Spanish chair he planted upon its place that day; Above them all he planted it, and laughed right bitterly; Looks sour and bad I trow he had, as grim as grim might be. V. Now when the Pope was aware of this, he was an angry man, His lips that night, with solemn rite, pronounced the awful ban; The curse of God, who died on rood, was on that sinner's head-- To hell and woe man's soul must go if once that curse be said.