"Rollant, my friend, God shew thee His mercy!
In Paradise repose the soul of thee!
Who hath thee slain, exile for France decreed.
I'ld live no more, so bitter is my grief For my household, who have been slain for me.
God grant me this, the Son of Saint Mary, Ere I am come to th' master-pass of Size, From my body my soul at length go free!
Among their souls let mine in glory be, And let my flesh upon their flesh be heaped."Still his white beard he tears, and his eyes weep.
Duke Naimes says: "His wrath is great indeed."AOI.
