LXXXVII.

Olivier said:—"To me there seems no shame;

I have beheld the Moors of Spain; they swarm

O'er mountains, vales and lands, hide all the plains;

Great is this stranger host; our number small."

Rollánd replies:—"The more my ardor grows.

God and his [blessed] angels grant that France

Lose naught of her renown through my default.

Better to die than in dishonor [live.]

The more we strike the more Carle's love we gain!"

Aoi.

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