Rollánd looks Olivier full in the face;

Pale, livid, colorless; pure crimson blood

Drips from his body, and streams on the earth.

"God!" cried Rollánd, "I know not what to do,

Companion, friend, thy courage was betrayed

To-day; nor will such courage e'er be seen

In human heart. Sweet France, oh! how shalt thou,

As widow, wail thy vassals true and brave,

Humbled and wrecked! The great heart of King Carle

Will break!" He spake and on his saddle swooned.

Aoi.