Olivier feels that he is hurt to death.

No vengeance can suffice him; Baron-like

He strikes amid the press, cuts shields embossed

And ashen shafts, and spears, feet, shoulders, wrists

And breasts of horsemen. He who saw him thus

Dismember Saracens, corse over corse

Heap on the ground, would of a vassal true

Remembrance keep. Nor does he now forget

The rallying cry of Carle:—"Montjoie!" he cries

Loudly and clear; then calls Rollánd, his friend

And compeer:—"Sire companion, stand by me!

This day our breaking hearts forever part!"

Aoi.