Basel: Hertugen

Todt zum Hertzog:
HAbt jhr mit Frawen hoch gesprungen,
   Stoltzer Hertzog ists euch wol g'lungen:
Das müßt jhr an den Reyen büssen,
   Wol her g'lust Euch die Todt'n zu grüssen.

Der Hertzog:
O Mordt muß ich so flux darvon,
   Land, Leut, Weib, Kind dahinden lon:
So erbarm sich Gott in seim Reich,
   Jetzund werd ich meim Täntzer gleich.

With ladies you have long danc'd well,
Proud Duke, and of success can tell;
For this you'll pay the forfeit meet,
Be pleased now the dead to greet.

Woe's me! must I with haste so wild
Leave land and followers, wife and child?
God in His kingdom pity me,
Since I must like my dancer be.

    Death to the Duke.
Have you leap'd wid ladies well dress'd,
Proud duke, you have had good success,
This you must amend at the row,
We[l]come, to greet death below.

    Answer of the Duke.
O murder! must thus haste away,
Leave, land, wife, child behind you say,
God in thy kingdom, have mercy on me,
I shall now resemble my dancer you see.