Then says Marsile: "The Emperour, Charles the Great Hath slain my men and all my land laid waste, My cities are broken and violate;He lay this night upon the river Sebre;
I've counted well, 'tis seven leagues away.
Bid the admiral, leading his host this way, Do battle here; this word to him convey."Gives them the keys of Sarraguce her gates;Both messengers their leave of him do take, Upon that word bow down, and turn away.
