From his deep swoon the Emperor revives.

Duke Naimes, Count Acelin, Geffrei d'Anjou

His brother Tierri raise the King, and place

Him resting 'gainst a pine. There on the earth

He sees his nephew lying dead, and mourns

O'er him with gentle words and tender looks,

"Sweet friend, Rollánd, God's mercy unto thee!

Such peerless knight none ever yet has seen,

For noble combats ordered and achieved!

Mine honor turns to its decline!—" Once more

Carle's will and strength succumb.... He faints away.

Aoi.