Morandro monologue (Act 4) — Numantia

Lyra, thou wilt lose thy hunger While, by fate in cruel anger, Life I lose, and end it here. But my blood so freely poured, Mingled with the bread ye eat, Will, belovèd one and sweet, But a bitter meal afford. Here thou hast the bread well-guarded By full eighty thousand fiends; And which cost two faithful friends Life, and all they most regarded. Love, that so for thee hath bled, Well, my lady, may'st thou cherish; I, that love thee so, must perish, And Leoncio lieth dead. My affection pure and bright, Take it with thy hand of love, That is food all price above, And will give thee most delight. Since in hours of joy and dole Thou hast been my love, I vow, Take, O take my body now, As thou hast received my soul.