But when the Emperor had made complete

His justice and his heavy wrath assuaged,

And brought Queen Bramimunde to Christian faith,

The day was over and the night had fall'n.

The King sought rest within his vaulted room.

Saint Gabriel brought him word from God and said:

"Carle, of thy empire summon all the hosts

For swiftest marching to the land of Bire;

So shalt thou succor King Vivien in Imphe,

The city compassed by the Pagan foe.

The Christians look to thee and cry for help."—

Will has he none to go, the King, but moans:—

"O, God," quoth he, "so troublous is my life!"—

Whereat he weeps, and tears his hoary beard.

Aoi.