Charade VII: Peacock

I graced Don Pedro’s revelry
All drest in fur and feather,
When Loveliness and Chivalry
Were met to feast together;
He flung the slave who moved the lid
A purse of maravedis,--
And this that gallant Spaniard did
For me, and for the Ladies.

He vowed a vow, that noble knight,
Before he went to table,
To make his only sport the fight,
His only couch the stable,
Till he had dragged, as he was bid,
Five score of Turks to Cadiz,--
And this that gallant Spaniard did,
For me, and for the Ladies.

To ride through mountains, where my First
A banquet would be reckoned,--
Through deserts where to quench their thirst,
Men vainly turn my Second;--
To leave the gates of fair Madrid,
To dare the gate of Hades,--
And this that gallant Spaniard did,
For me and for the Ladies.