You know how well he loves you, and you wonder To see Alonzo suffer,
Cunegunda?--Ask if the chamois suffer when they feel Plunged in their
panting sides the hunter's steel? Or when the soaring heron or eagle
proud, Pierced by my shaft, comes tumbling from the cloud, Ask if the
royal birds no anguish know, The victims of Alonzo's twanging bow? Then
ask him if he suffers--him who dies, Pierced by the poisoned glance that
glitters from your eyes! [He staggers from the effect of the poison.