Rollánd asked Olivier—"Why show to me

Your anger, friend!"—"Companion, yours the fault;

True courage means not folly. Better far

Is prudence than your valiant rage. Our French

Their lives have lost, your rashness is the cause.

And now our arms can never more give Carle

Their service good. Had you believed your friend,

Amongst us would he be, and ours the field,

The King Marsile, a captive or a corse.

Rollànd, your valor brought ill fortune, nor

Shall Carle the great e'er more our help receive,

A man unequaled till God's judgment-day.

Here you shall die, and dying, humble France, ...

This day our loyal friendship ends—ere falls

The Vesper-eve, dolorously we part!"

Aoi.