Speaks Oliver: "No more now will I say.
Your olifant, to sound it do not deign, Since from Carlun you'll never more have aid.
He has not heard; no fault of his, so brave.
Those with him there are never to be blamed.
So canter on, with what prowess you may!
Lords and barons, firmly your ground maintain!
Be minded well, I pray you in God's Name, Stout blows to strike, to give as you shall take.
Forget the cry of Charles we never may."
Upon this word the Franks cry out amain.
Who then had heard them all "Monjoie!" acclaim Of vassalage might well recall the tale.
They canter forth, God! with what proud parade, Pricking their spurs, the better speed to gain;They go to strike,-- what other thing could they? --But Sarrazins are not at all afraid.
Pagans and Franks, you'ld see them now engaged.
