The Duke's people are mowing in the fields near Sempach. A knight insolently demands lunch for them from the Sempachers: a burgher threatens to break his head and lunch them in a heavy fashion, for the Federates are gathering, and will undoubtedly make him spill his porridge. A cautious old knight, named Von Hasenburg, rides out to reconnoitre, and he sees enough to warn the Duke that it is the most serious business in which he ever engaged. Then spake a lord of Ochsensteín, "O Hasenburg, hare-heart!" Him answereth Von Hasenburg, "Thy words bring me a smart: Hei! I say to you faithfully, Which of us is the coward this very day you'll see." So the old knight, not relishing being punned upon for his counsel, dismounts. All the knights, anticipating an easy victory, dismount, and send their horses to the rear, in the care of varlets who subsequently saved themselves by riding them off. The solid ranks are formed bristling with spears. There is a pause as the two parties survey each other. The nobles pass the word along that it looks like a paltry business:-- So spake they to each other: "Yon folk is very small,-- In case such boors should beat us, 't will bring no fame at all: 'Hei! fine lords the boors have mauled!'" Then the honest Federates on God in heaven called. "Ah, dear Christ of Heaven, by Thy bitter death we plead, Help bring to us poor sinners in this our strait and need; Hei! and stand by us in the field, And have our land and people beneath Thy ward and shield." The shaggy bull (of Uri) was quite ready to meet the lion (Leopold), and threw the dust up a little with its hoof. "Hei! will you fight with us who have beaten you before?" To this the lion replies,-- "Thank you for reminding me. I have many a knight and varlet here to pay you off for Laupen, and for the ill turn you did me at Morgarten; now you must wait here till I am even with you." Now drew the growling lion his tail in for a spring: Then spake the bull unto him, "Wilt have your reckoning? Hei! then nearer to us get, That this green meadow may with blood be growing wet." Then they began a-shooting against us in the grove, And their long lances toward the pious Federates move: Hei! the jest it was not sweet, With branches from the lofty pines down rattling at their feet. The nobles' front was fast, their order deep and spread; That vexed the pious mind; a Winkelried he said, "Hei! if you will keep from need My pious wife and child, I'll do a hardy deed. "Dear Federates and true, my life I give to win: They have their rank too firm, we cannot break it in: Hei! a breaking in I'll make. The while that you my offspring to your protection take." Herewith did he an armful of spears nimbly take; His life had an end, for his friends a lane did make: Hei! he had a lion's mood, So manly, stoutly dying for the Four Cantons' good.