< The Song of Roland
When Guenes sees that Roland 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 Emperor, you see me where you sit,
I will your word accomplish, as you bid."
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