Section 1: Laisses 1-26
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| | Charles the King, our Lord and Sovereign, | |
| | Full seven years hath sojourned in Spain, | |
| | Conquered the land, and won the western main, | |
| | Now no fortress against him doth remain, | |
| | No city walls are left for him to gain, | |
| | Save Sarraguce, that sits on high mountain. | |
| | Marsile its King, who feareth not God's name, | |
| | Mahumet's man, he invokes Apollin's aid, | |
| | Nor wards off ills that shall to him attain. | |
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| | King Marsilies he lay at Sarraguce, | |
| | Went he his way into an orchard cool; | |
| | There on a throne he sate, of marble blue, | |
| | Round him his men, full twenty thousand, stood. | |
| | Called he forth then his counts, also his dukes: | |
| | "My Lords, give ear to our impending doom: | |
| | That Emperour, Charles of France the Douce, | |
| | Into this land is come, us to confuse. | |
| | I have no host in battle him to prove, | |
| | Nor have I strength his forces to undo. | |
| | Counsel me then, ye that are wise and true; | |
| | Can ye ward off this present death and dule?" | |
| | What word to say no pagan of them knew, | |
| | Save Blancandrin, of th' Castle of Val Funde. | |
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| | Blancandrins was a pagan very wise, | |
| | In vassalage he was a gallant knight, | |
| | First in prowess, he stood his lord beside. | |
| | And thus he spoke: "Do not yourself affright! | |
| | Yield to Carlun, that is so big with pride, | |
| | Faithful service, his friend and his ally; | |
| | Lions and bears and hounds for him provide, | |
| | Thousand mewed hawks, sev'n hundred camelry; | |
| | Silver and gold, four hundred mules load high; | |
| | Fifty wagons his wrights will need supply, | |
| | Till with that wealth he pays his soldiery. | |
| | War hath he waged in Spain too long a time, | |
| | To Aix, in France, homeward he will him hie. | |
| | Follow him there before Saint Michael's tide, | |
| | You shall receive and hold the Christian rite; | |
| | Stand honour bound, and do him fealty. | |
| | Send hostages, should he demand surety, | |
| | Ten or a score, our loyal oath to bind; | |
| | Send him our sons, the first-born of our wives;— | |
| | An he be slain, I'll surely furnish mine. | |
| | Better by far they go, though doomed to die, | |
| | Than that we lose honour and dignity, | |
| | And be ourselves brought down to beggary." | |
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| | Says Blancandrins: "By my right hand, I say, | |
| | And by this beard, that in the wind doth sway, | |
| | The Frankish host you'll see them all away; | |
| | Franks will retire to France their own terrain. | |
| | When they are gone, to each his fair domain, | |
| | In his Chapelle at Aix will Charles stay, | |
| | High festival will hold for Saint Michael. | |
| | Time will go by, and pass the appointed day; | |
| | Tidings of us no Frank will hear or say. | |
| | Proud is that King, and cruel his courage; | |
| | From th' hostage he'll slice their heads away. | |
| | Better by far their heads be shorn away, | |
| | Than that ourselves lose this clear land of Spain, | |
| | Than that ourselves do suffer grief and pain." | |
| | "That is well said. So be it." the pagans say. | |
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| | The council ends, and that King Marsilie | |
| | Calleth aside Clarun of Balaguee, | |
| | Estramarin and Eudropin his peer, | |
| | And Priamun and Guarlan of the beard, | |
| | And Machiner and his uncle Mahee, | |
| | With Jouner, Malbien from over sea, | |
| | And Blancandrin, good reason to decree: | |
| | Ten hath he called, were first in felony. | |
| | "Gentle Barons, to Charlemagne go ye; | |
| | He is in siege of Cordres the city. | |
| | In your right hands bear olive-branches green | |
| | Which signify Peace and Humility. | |
| | If you by craft contrive to set me free, | |
| | Silver and gold, you'll have your fill of me, | |
| | Manors and fiefs, I'll give you all your need." | |
| | "We have enough," the pagans straight agree. | |
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| | King Marsilies, his council finishing, | |
| | Says to his men : "Go now, my lords, to him, | |
| | Olive-branches in your right hands bearing; | |
| | Bid ye for me that Charlemagne, the King, | |
| | In his God's name to shew me his mercy; | |
| | Ere this new moon wanes, I shall be with him; | |
| | One thousand men shall be my following; | |
| | I will receive the rite of christening, | |
| | Will be his man, my love and faith swearing; | |
| | Hostages too, he'll have, if so he will." | |
| | Says Blancandrins: "Much good will come of this." | |
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| | Ten snow-white mules then ordered Marsilie, | |
| | Gifts of a King, the King of Suatilie. | |
| | Bridled with gold, saddled in silver clear; | |
| | Mounted them those that should the message speak, | |
| | In their right hands were olive-branches green. | |
| | Came they to Charle, that holds all France in fee, | |
| | Yet cannot guard himself from treachery. | |
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| | Merry and bold is now that Emperour, | |
| | Cordres he holds, the walls are tumbled down, | |
| | His catapults have battered town and tow'r. | |
| | Great good treasure his knights have placed in pound, | |
| | Silver and gold and many a jewelled gown. | |
| | In that city there is no pagan now | |
| | But he been slain, or takes the Christian vow. | |
| | The Emperour is in a great orchard ground | |
| | Where Oliver and Rollant stand around, | |
| | Sansun the Duke and Anseis the proud, | |
| | Gefreid d'Anjou, that bears his gonfaloun; | |
| | There too Gerin and Geriers are found. | |
| | Where they are found, is seen a mighty crowd, | |
| | Fifteen thousand, come out of France the Douce. | |
| | On white carpets those knights have sate them down, | |
| | At the game-boards to pass an idle hour;— | |
| | Chequers the old, for wisdom most renowned, | |
| | While fence the young and lusty bachelours. | |
| | Beneath a pine, in eglantine embow'red, | |
| | l Stands a fald-stool, fashioned of gold throughout; | |
| | There sits the King, that holds Douce France in pow'r; | |
| | White is his beard, and blossoming-white his crown, | |
| | Shapely his limbs, his countenance is proud. | |
| | Should any seek, no need to point him out. | |
| | The messengers, on foot they get them down, | |
| | And in salute full courteously they lout. | |
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| | The foremost word of all Blancandrin spake, | |
| | And to the King: "May God preserve you safe, | |
| | The All Glorious, to Whom ye're bound to pray! | |
| | Proud Marsilies this message bids me say: | |
| | Much hath he sought to find salvation's way; | |
| | Out of his wealth meet presents would he make, | |
| | Lions and bears, and greyhounds leashed on chain, | |
| | Thousand mewed hawks, sev'n hundred dromedrays, | |
| | Four hundred mules his silver shall convey, | |
| | Fifty wagons you'll need to bear away | |
| | Golden besants, such store of proved assay, | |
| | Wherewith full tale your soldiers you can pay. | |
| | Now in this land you've been too long a day | |
| | Hie you to France, return again to Aix; | |
| | Thus saith my Lord, he'll follow too that way." | |
| | That Emperour t'wards God his arms he raised | |
| | Lowered his head, began to meditate. | |
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| | That Emperour inclined his head full low; | |
| | Hasty in speech he never was, but slow: | |
| | His custom was, at his leisure he spoke. | |
| | When he looks up, his face is very bold, | |
| | He says to them: "Good tidings have you told. | |
| | King Marsilies hath ever been my foe. | |
| | These very words you have before me told, | |
| | In what measure of faith am I to hold?" | |
| | That Sarrazin says, "Hostages he'll show; | |
| | Ten shall you take, or fifteen or a score. | |
| | Though he be slain, a son of mine shall go, | |
| | Any there be you'll have more nobly born. | |
| | To your palace seigneurial when you go, | |
| | At Michael's Feast, called in periculo; | |
| | My Lord hath said, thither will he follow | |
| | Ev'n to your baths, that God for you hath wrought; | |
| | There is he fain the Christian faith to know." | |
| | Answers him Charles: "Still may he heal his soul." | |
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| | Clear shone the sun in a fair even-tide; | |
| | Those ten men's mules in stall he bade them tie. | |
| | Also a tent in the orchard raise on high, | |
| | Those messengers had lodging for the night; | |
| | Dozen serjeants served after them aright. | |
| | Darkling they lie till comes the clear daylight. | |
| | That Emperour does with the morning rise; | |
| | Matins and Mass are said then in his sight. | |
| | Forth goes that King, and stays beneath a pine; | |
| | Barons he calls, good counsel to define, | |
| | For with his Franks he's ever of a mind. | |
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| | That Emperour, beneath a pine he sits, | |
| | Calls his barons, his council to begin: | |
| | Oger the Duke, that Archbishop Turpin, | |
| | Richard the old, and his nephew Henry, | |
| | From Gascony the proof Count Acolin, | |
| | Tedbald of Reims and Milun his cousin: | |
| | With him there were Gerers, also Gerin, | |
| | And among them the Count Rollant came in, | |
| | And Oliver, so proof and so gentil. | |
| | Franks out of France, a thousand chivalry; | |
| | Guenes came there, that wrought the treachery. | |
| | The Council then began, which ended ill. | |
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| | "My Lords Barons," says the Emperour then, Charles, | |
| | "King Marsilies hath sent me his messages; | |
| | Out of his wealth he'll give me weighty masses. | |
| | Greyhounds on leash and bears and lions also, | |
| | Thousand mewed hawks and seven hundred camels, | |
| | Four hundred mules with gold Arabian charged, | |
| | Fifty wagons, yea more than fifty drawing. | |
| | But into France demands he my departure; | |
| | He'll follow me to Aix, where is my Castle; | |
| | There he'll receive the law of our Salvation: | |
| | Christian he'll be, and hold from me his marches. | |
| | But I know not what purpose in his heart is." | |
| | Then say the Franks: "Beseems us act with caution!" | |
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| | That Emperour hath ended now his speech. | |
| | The Count Rollanz, he never will agree, | |
| | Quick to reply, he springs upon his feet; | |
| | And to the King, "Believe not Marsilie. | |
| | Seven years since, when into Spain came we, | |
| | I conquer'd you Noples also Commibles, | |
| | And took Valterne, and all the land of Pine, | |
| | And Balaguet, and Tuele, and Sezilie. | |
| | Traitor in all his ways was Marsilies; | |
| | Of his pagans he sent you then fifteen, | |
| | Bearing in hand their olive-branches green: | |
| | Who, ev'n as now, these very words did speak. | |
| | You of your Franks a Council did decree, | |
| | Praised they your words that foolish were in deed. | |
| | Two of your Counts did to the pagan speed, | |
| | Basan was one, and the other Basilie: | |
| | Their heads he took on th' hill by Haltilie. | |
| | War have you waged, so on to war proceed, | |
| | To Sarraguce lead forth your great army. | |
| | All your life long, if need be, lie in siege, | |
| | Vengeance for those the felon slew to wreak." | |
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| | That Emperour he sits with lowering front, | |
| | He clasps his chin, his beard his fingers tug, | |
| | Good word nor bad, his nephew 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, | |
| | 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 | |
| | 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." | |
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| | And after him came Neimes out, the third, | |
| | Better vassal there was not in the world; | |
| | And to the King: "Now rightly have you heard | |
| | Guenes the Count, what answer he returned. | |
| | Wisdom was there, but let it well be heard. | |
| | King Marsilies in war is overturned, | |
| | His castles all in ruin have you hurled, | |
| | With catapults his ramparts have you burst, | |
| | Vanquished his men, and all his cities burned; | |
| | Him who entreats your pity do not spurn, | |
| | Sinners were they that would to war return; | |
| | With hostages his faith he would secure; | |
| | Let this great war no longer now endure." | |
| | "Well said the Duke." Franks utter in their turn. | |
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| | "My lords barons, say whom shall we send up | |
| | To Sarraguce, to King Marsiliun?" | |
| | Answers Duke Neimes: "I'll go there for your love; | |
| | Give me therefore the wand, also the glove." | |
| | Answers the King: "Old man of wisdom pruff; | |
| | By this white beard, and as these cheeks are rough, | |
| | You'll not this year so far from me remove; | |
| | Go sit you down, for none hath called you up." | |
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| | "My lords barons, say whom now can we send | |
| | To th' Sarrazin that Sarraguce defends?" | |
| | Answers Rollanz: "I might go very well." | |
| | "Certes, you'll not," says Oliver his friend, | |
| | "For your courage is fierce unto the end, | |
| | I am afraid you would misapprehend. | |
| | If the King wills it I might go there well." | |
| | Answers the King: "Be silent both on bench; | |
| | Your feet nor his, I say, shall that way wend. | |
| | Nay, by this beard, that you have seen grow blench, | |
| | The dozen peers by that would stand condemned. | |
| | Franks hold their peace; you'd seen them all silent. | |
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| | Turpins of Reins is risen from his rank, | |
| | Says to the King: "In peace now leave your Franks. | |
| | For seven years you've lingered in this land | |
| | They have endured much pain and sufferance. | |
| | Give, Sire, to me the clove, also the wand, | |
| | I will seek out the Spanish Sarazand, | |
| | For I believe his thoughts I understand." | |
| | That Emperour answers intolerant: | |
| | "Go, sit you down on yonder silken mat; | |
| | And speak no more, until that I command." | |
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| | "Franks, chevaliers," says the Emperour then, Charles, | |
| | "Choose ye me out a baron from my marches, | |
| | To Marsilie shall carry back my answer." | |
| | Then says Rollanz: "There's Guenes, my goodfather." | |
| | Answer the Franks: "For he can wisely manage; | |
| | So let him go, there's none you should send rather." | |
| | And that count Guenes is very full of anguish; | |
| | Off from his neck he flings the pelts of marten, | |
| | And on his feet stands clear in silken garment. | |
| | Proud face he had, his eyes with colour, sparkled; | |
| | Fine limbs he had, his ribs were broadly arched | |
| | So fair he seemed that all the court regarded. | |
| | Says to Rollant: "Fool, wherefore art so wrathful? | |
| | All men know well that I am thy goodfather; | |
| | Thou hast decreed, to Marsiliun I travel. | |
| | Then if God grant that I return hereafter, | |
| | I'll follow thee with such a force of passion | |
| | That will endure so long as life may last thee." | |
| | Answers Rollanz: "Thou'rt full of pride and madness. | |
| | All men know well, I take no thought for slander; | |
| | But some wise man, surely, should bear the answer; | |
| | If the King will, I'm ready to go rather." | |
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| | Answers him Guene: "Thou shalt not go for me. | |
| | Thou'rt not my man, nor am I lord of thee. | |
| | Charles commnds that I do his decree, | |
| | To Sarraguce going to Marsilie; | |
| | There I will work a little trickery, | |
| | This mighty wrath of mine I'll thus let free." | |
| | When Rollanz heard, began to laugh for glee. | |
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| | When Guenes sees that Rollant laughs at it, | |
| | Such grief he has, for rage he's like to split, | |
| | A little more, and he has lost his wit: | |
| | Says to that count: "I love you not a bit; | |
| | A false judgement you bore me when you chid. | |
| | Right Emperour, you see me where you sit, | |
| | I will your word accomplish, as you bid. | |
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| | "To Sarraguce I must repair, 'tis plain; | |
| | Whence who goes there returns no more again. | |
| | Your sister's hand in marriage have I ta'en; | |
| | And I've a son, there is no prettier swain: | |
| | Baldwin, men say he shews the knightly strain. | |
| | To him I leave my honours and domain. | |
| | Care well for him; he'll look for me in vain." | |
| | Answers him Charles: "Your heart is too humane. | |
| | When I command, time is to start amain." | |
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| | Then says the King: "Guenes, before me stand; | |
| | And take from me the glove, also the wand. | |
| | For you have heard, you're chosen by the Franks," | |
| | "Sire," answers Guenes, " all this is from Rollanz; | |
| | I'll not love him, so long as I'm a man, | |
| | Nor Oliver, who goes at his right hand; | |
| | The dozen peers, for they are of his band, | |
| | All I defy, as in your sight I stand." | |
| | Then says the King: "Over intolerant. | |
| | Now certainly you go when I command." | |
| | "And go I can; yet have I no warrant | |
| | Basile had none nor his brother Basant." | |
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| | His right hand glove that Emperour holds out; | |
| | But the count Guenes elsewhere would fain be found ; | |
| | When he should take, it falls upon the ground. | |
| | Murmur the Franks: "God! What may that mean now? | |
| | By this message great loss shall come about." | |
| | "Lordings," says Guene, "You'll soon have news enow." | |
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| | "Now," Guenes said, "give me your orders, Sire; | |
| | Since I must go, why need I linger, I?" | |
| | Then said the King "In Jesu's Name and mine!" | |
| | With his right hand he has absolved and signed, | |
| | Then to his care the wand and brief confides. | |
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