Herolden

Todt zum Herold:
HErold in deiner roten Kappen,
   Jetztmals muß ich dich auch erdappen:
Bey Fürsten warst du lieb vnd werth,
   Dein Stab wirff von dir auff die Erd.

Der Herold:
DEm Keyser war ich lieb vnd werth,
   Von jhm hat ich Geschenck vnd Pferd:
Mein Reden hat manchen erschreckt,
   Nun hat der Todt mein Schwätzen g'legt.

Herald! in thy red cap so grand,
On thee I now must lay my hand;
To princes you were ever dear,
Now cast your gilded staff down here.

The Emperor's favourite was I,
My horse and purse he did supply:
My voice has oft made many quiver,
Now death has stopped my mouth for ever.

Herald in thy fine red cap,
Thou are catch'd in my trap,
By princes thou wast dear and worth,
Thy staff throw from thee, on the earth.

To the emperor I was dear and worth,
Of him I had presant and horse,
Many were frightnet ad my speaking,
Now death has findy stope'd my talking.