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

In the Oxford manuscrit

The laisse XV (15) is contained on sheet 4 verso then 5 recto of the manuscript. The leaves XV (15) is contained on sheet 4 verso then 5 recto of the manuscript. It starts with a red initial letter L. Edmund Stengel gives the numbering: laisse XV, verse 214.

Translation by Charles Kenneth Scott Moncrieff

By Louis Petit de Julleville Li emperere en tint sun chef enbrunc 215 Si duist sa barbe, afaitad sun gernun, Ne ben ne mal ne respunt sun nevuld. Franceis se taisent, ne mais que Guenelun. En piez se drecet, si vint devant Carlun, Mult fièrement rumencet fa raifun 220E dist al rei : « Ja mar crerez bricun, Ne mei ne altre, se de vostre prod nun. Quant ço vos mandet li reis Marsiliun Qu’il devendrat jointes ses mains tis hum E tute Espaigne tendrat par vostre dun, 225Puis recevrat la lei que nus tenum, Ki ço vos lodet que cest plait degetuns Ne li chalt, fire, de quel mort nus muriuns. Cunseill d’orguill n’est dreiz que à plus munt. Laissum les fols, as sages nus tenuns. »     AOI.

By Charles Kenneth Scott Moncrieff 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, Deserves not death, since all to death must come. Counsel of pride is wrong: we’ve fought enough. Leave we the fools, and with the wise be one.” AOI.

Translation by Jessie Crosland

The emperor sat with bowed head. He stroked his beard and smoothed his moustache and gave his nephew no answer, either good or bad. ‘The French- men are silent—save Ganelon only. He jumped to his feet and came before Charles and began to speak very fiercely. And he said to the king: “'To your misfortune will you listen to a fool, whether me or any other man, if it be not to your profit. When Marsilie tells you that he will become your vassal with clasped hands, and will hold all Spain as a gift from you ; that he will accept the faith that we hold— whoever he be who advises you to reject this offer, sire, little he cares by what death we die. It is no right that a counsel of pride proceed any further; let us leave the fools and listen only to the wise.”

See: https://archive.org/details/thesongofrolandjessiecrosland/page/8/mode/2up

Music with Gilles Mathieu