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Alfonso’s sword had dropped ere he could draw it,

And they continued battling hand to hand,

For Juan very luckily ne’er saw it;

His temper not being under great command,

If at that moment he had chanced to claw it,

Alfonso’s days had not been in the land

Much longer.⁠—Think of husbands’, lovers’ lives!

And how ye may be doubly widows⁠—wives!