But Ferrau, who first chanced the loss to see, From Roland disengaged himself, and cried, "How like unwary men and fools are we Treated by him, who late with us did ride!
What meed, which worthiest of the strife might be, If this be stolen, the victor shall abide?"
Roland draws back, looks upward, and with ire, Missing the noble casque, is all on fire:
