The Song of Roland/Oxford Manuscript/Laisse XV

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The Song of Roland > Manuscripts > Manuscrit d'Oxford Feuillets, Laisses, Catégories (laisses), Concordances Laisse XV

That Emperour he sits with lowering front, He clasps his chin, his beard his fingers tug,215 Good word nor bad, his nephew hears not one. Franks hold their peace, but only Guenelun Springs to his feet, and comes before Carlun; Right haughtily his reason he’s begun, And to the King: “Believe not any one,220 My word nor theirs, save whence your good shall come. Since he sends word, that King Marsiliun, Homage he’ll do, by finger and by thumb; Throughout all Spain your writ alone shall run; Next he’ll receive our rule of Christendom;225 Who shall advise, this bidding be not done,