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.