spouse, but before her death she cites the king and the infanta to appear within thirty days before the judgment seat of God, and it is accomplished by their deaths in that time. There are numerous variants to the ballad in Spanish popular literature, and it has been made the subject of dramas by Lope de Vega and others. Its connection with actual history is unknown. DOM YANNO. The princess wept and wept again; the reason for her tears And that her life had little joy within her royal house, Was that her father had forgot for slowly passing years To dower her in marriage with some rich and noble spouse. Her mourning was so deep one night, the king woke in his bed. "What, troubles you, my daughter dear, why do you weep and mourn?" "Of your three daughters, royal sire, alone I am not wed. Therefore my days are dark and dull; therefore I am for lorn." "What remedy is there for that? I'm not the one to blame; Ambassadors from Aquitaine and lords from Normandy, When with noble marriage proffers in suppliance they came, You would not hearken to at all, nor treat with courtesy." "Of all the nobles of my court not one is there I see, Except Count Yanno, who in wealth and lineage of pride Can for a single instant seem a worthy spouse for thee, And he has taken to his house a fair and noble bride.'' "O noble father of my soul, you 've named the very one. If he already has a wife, and even children too, He owes another pledge to me, for my weak heart he won. He gave to me his solemn word, and I believed it true." The king sent summons to the count to come where he awaits. He had not thought what he should do, or e'en what he should say. "'T is but a single moment since I left the palace gates, And now the king demands me back; what does it mean, I pray?" Count Yanno enters in the hall; the king straight to him goes. "My lord, I humbly kiss your hands; what is your royal will?" "You may kiss them for the honor the king on thee bestows, In wedlock take my daughter's hand, and your sworn troth fulfill." Count Yanno, when he heard these words, was struck with mortal dread. "My royal master, I 've a wife with whom I live in bliss." "Go kill your wife without delay, and then my daughter wed." "What! kill my wife, so innocent! What black command is this!" "Be silent, Count, your insolence I will not suffer now. One cannot trick a royal maid like any simple slave." "My lord, before your righteous rage in penitence I bow, That I may pay the debt alone is all I humbly crave." "That I should kill an innocent, who's never done a wrong, Such deadly treason would o'erwhelm my soul with shame