The whole combination Cid Campeador is first documented ca. Since his lofty exploits have no equal In such a matter he will have no rival. The Cid that in good season girt the brand on, of that steed Knew not if he were swift to run or to stop short at need. Since I depart to exile, these fifty marks now take. Few works have shaped a national literature as thoroughly as the Poem of the Cid has shaped the Spanish literary tradition.
You have gained six hundred marks and I thirty. It should be noted, too, that of the marriages of the Cid's daughters, the first recorded in the poem, that with the Princes or Infantes of Carrion, is, there is little reason to doubt, entirely apo- cryphal, while the other is an historical fact, except that one of the bridegrooms was the Count of Barcelona, not, as the ' fits ' or cantos, and made for the convenience of recitation by the poet to whom we owe the work in its present form. Isidore at Leon, where Risco found it, and bought in 1846 from a pedlar at Lisbon by a German savant, Dr. Officially El Cid ruled in the name of Alfonso; in reality, El Cid was fully independent. The Infantes have their faction here ; we know not what they wiU do, but our lord put us in your hand.
Thou with an hundred henchmen shalt abide to hold the rear. And so his honour in the land grows greater day by day. Dunham in Lardner's ' Cabinet Cyclopsedia. Cid, don Rodrigo, in good hour thou girdedst brand; to thee I sang the mass this morning. With him they held a council there, The folk that dwelt in Teca and the townsmen of Terrer, And the people of Calatayud, of the three the fairest town.
And the ladies gave him welcome, on his coming that did wait. My daughters' and thy cousins' name and fame are in dispute : To me they speak, to thee they look to answer every word. Go on, Monsieur, and educate the prince; Show him how best to govern a province, Make the people tremble before the law Fill the good with love, the bad with awe; Join to these virtues that of a great captain: Show him how to inure himself to pain, In the labour of Mars to meet no equal, Pass whole days and nights in the saddle, Sleep while armed, or storm a citadel, And through himself alone win the battle. With the lights and with the candles to the court they ran forth right, And him who in good hour was born they welcomed in delight. As I deem it he may help thee in this case.
He must pay for the realm's trespass till I be satisfied. In the appended specimen, for instance, there can be little doubt that line sixteen should end with ' levava,' and it is possible that in line six the unnecessary 'grandes' may be a mere penman's interpolation. Let a summons be sent to Xerica and Alucant and Onda and Almenar and Burriana, to all who are bound to aid us. The honour was to you, not him, the Cid Campeador ; For I know something of your worth, and somewhat I can tell. The commonest are ' El que en buen ora ndsco,' — ' He that was bom in a good hour,' and ' He that girt on his sword in a good hour ; ' but he is also called ' The good one of Bivar,' ' The Castilian,' ' The conqueror of Valencia,' ' The fighter ' — ' El lidi- ador,' 'The perfect one' — 'El caboso,' 'The bonny beard' — ' Barba belida,' and so forth.
Along the way to Valencia, El Cid also conquered other towns, many of which were near Valencia, such as and. All things will go to ruin on the banks of the Jalon, And round about Jiloca on the far bank furthermore. Then cried Gonzalo Assurez : ' In God's name hold thy hand! Consejería de Cultura y Turismo. Defeat of the Cid's troops at Alcira ; death of the Cid in July. What fell to him of booty was sovran great of worth. There Alvar Salvadorez a prisoner did remain.
The Poem of the Cid is of this school and on this principle. . Vanquished the marshals granted him, and Pero let him lie. Who could put trust in horsehoofs, and forthwith fled the field. And you shall lack for nothing while you dwell upon the earth.
Several stories exist about El Cid and Babieca. No captives, men or women, he desired in his array. On every count I here declare their cause the cause of right, And thou shalt own thy treachery the day we join in fight. For each you strike three saddles thereby shall empty go. He was in the fields of Monreal at the breaking of the light.
If the melodramatic romance of Hita could have stimulated the novelist's imagination, how much more would the vigorous life and vivid realism of the poem have stirred one whose sympathies with the Middle Ages were like those of Scott. He holds himself thy vassal; he owns thee for his lord. From the tent he hastened then. Grant then my boon to me: Give me to strike the foremost the first stroke of the war. Let us haste and seize the spoil before they of Terrel take it. If we may trust jthe.