Enfermo estaua Antioco, / príncipe de la Suría,
de Estratonice la reyna / ferido de amor jacía.

Muger era de su padre, / Rey Demetrio se dezía,
el rey era viejo anciano / y ella linda amarabilla.

Mal doliente está en la cama, / calla y siempre padescía
por ser como es su madrastra / sufre y la llaga encubría

Determina de morir / antes de que su mal diga,
y quanto más lo encubre /muy mayor daño le hacía.

Muchos médioos le curan / ninguno la causa atina,
vno tomándole el pulso / la Reyna que a verlo iba.

Alterase el pulso tanto / que el médico la entendía,
fuesse luego para el Rey / desta manera dezía:

Diziendo, sepa tu Altura / que Antioco moriría,
su mal no lleba remedio / pues por mi muger moria.

Yo no se la daré / aunque me cueste la vida
Mucho le regala el Rey / dale ciudades y villas.

Dixo el médico señor, / si como es la muger mía,
fuesse tuya el buen Rey, / díme si se la darías.

Sick lay Antioch / prince of Syria.
Wounded by love of / Stratonice the queen, he lay.

Wife she was to his father, / King Demetrius by name.
The King was an old, old man / and she marvellously pretty.

He is mortally sick in his bed, / silent and ever suftering.
Because she is as she is his stepmother, / he suffers and conceals his wounds.

He determines upon death / rather than confess the cause of his sickness,
and the more he conceals it, / the greater the harm he does himself.

Many doctors examine him, / None of the ascertains the cause,
While one of them takes his pulse / the queen comes to see him.

His pulse changed so much / that the doctor realised the truth.
He went straight away to the king / and spoke thus:

Saying: know Your Highness / that Antioch will die.
His ailment has no cure / since he is dying because of my wife.

And I will not give her to him / although it costs me my life.
The king lakes him many presents, / he gives him cities and towns.

Then said the doctor: My Lord, / if it were your wife
instead or mine, O Good King, / tell me if you would give her to him.