Hearing the Frenchmen's sobs, the Count Rollánd

Grasps in his hand his sword, all reeking blood.

His mighty heart nigh breaking with his grief,

Cries to the foe:—"May God all evils send

On thee! him hast thou slain for whom thou shalt

Most dearly pay!—" He spurs his flying steed....

Conquer who may—these two fight hand to hand.


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