| Said Nenad: | |
| | “Mother, now make me new raiment of the green; |
| He is kin to me.” | |
| | And thereupon full thirty lads arose. |
| Crying: | |
| | “Hero of the green wood, may thy right hand wither and dry! |
| Said Nenad: | |
| | “Foh! and wherefore thereof dost thou question now? |
| And the wounded Nenad answered: | |
| | “Is it thou, brother mine? |