CLXI.

Ne'er could the Count Rollánd a coward love, Nor proud, nor wicked men, nor faithless knights. He calls to the Archbishop: "You, on foot, And I on horseback, sire! For love of you I by your side will stand; together we Will share or good or ill; I leave you not For aught of human mold. This day we shall Hurl back the Pagan charge, and Durendal Shall deal his mightiest blows!"--To this replies The Archbishop: "Traitor he who strikes not well! King Carle returns--Great shall his vengeance be!" Aoi.