The Song of Roland/Oxford Manuscript/Laisse XV

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Li emperere en tint sun chef enhrunc
215   Si duijî fa harhey afaitad fun gernun
Ne ben ne mal ne refpunt fun nevuld.
Franceis fe taifenty ne mais que Gueneïun
En pie^ fe drecet^ fi vint devant Carlun
Mult fièrement rumencet fa raifun
220 E dijî al rei : « Ja mar crerei bricun
Ne mei ne altre^ fe de vojlre prod nun.
Quant ço vos mandet li reis Alarfiliun,
Qu’il devendrat jointes fes mains tis hum
E tute Efpaigne tendrai par vojlre dunj
225 Puis recevrat la lei que nus tenum
Ki ço vos lodet que cejl pi ait degetuns
Ne li chalty fire^ de quel mort nus muriuns.
Cunfeill d’orguill n’ejî dreii que à plus munt.
Laijfum les fols j as f âges nus tenuns. »
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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,