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 “To do this thing, my comrade, did you mean? This is Rollanz, who ever held you dear; And no mistrust was ever us between.” Says Oliver: “Now can I hear you speak; I see you not: may the Lord God you keep! I struck you now: and for your pardon plead.” Answers Rollanz: “I am not hurt, indeed; I pardon you, before God’s Throne and here.” Upon these words, each to the other leans; And in such love you had their parting seen.

Oliver feels death’s anguish on him now; And in his head his two eyes swimming round; Nothing he sees; he hears not any sound; Dismounting then, he kneels upon the ground, Proclaims his sins both firmly and aloud, Clasps his two hands, heavenwards holds them out, Prays God himself in Paradise to allow; Blessings on Charles, and on Douce France he vows, And his comrade, Rollanz, to whom he’s bound. Then his heart fails; his helmet nods and bows; Upon the earth he lays his whole length out: And he is dead, may stay no more, that count. Rollanz the brave mourns him with grief profound; Nowhere on earth so sad a man you’d found.

So Rollant’s friend is dead; whom when he sees Face to the ground, and biting it with ’s teeth, Begins to mourn in language very sweet: “Unlucky, friend, your courage was indeed! Together we have spent such days and years; No harmful thing twixt thee and me has been. Now thou art dead, and all my life a grief.” And with these words again he swoons, that chief,