The French [strike] hard; they strike with all their force.

In multitudes—by thousands die their foes;

Not two out of one hundred thousand now

Survive. [Turpin] says:—"Brave are all our men;—

None braver under Heaven—In the Geste

Of France 'tis writ true vassals have our Kings."

Seeking their friends, they overrun the field.

Their eyes are filled with tenderness and tears

For their dear kindred they so fondly loved....

Now King Marsile with his great host appears....

Aoi.