Oliver Objects. They Quarrel
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Ebbutt, M. I. (Maud Isabel)
“‘See, the battle goes against us: Comrade, I shall sound my war-horn.’ Oliver replied: ‘O coward! When I urged it, then you would not. If fair France again shall greet me You shall never wed my sister; By this beard of mine I swear it!’
“‘Why so bitter and so wrathful?’ Oliver returned: ‘’Tis thy fault; Valour is not kin to madness, Temperance knows naught of fury. You have killed these noble champions, You have slain the Emperor’s vassals, You have robbed us of our conquests. Ah, your valour, Count, is fatal! Charles must lose his doughty heroes, And your league with me must finish With this day in bitter sorrow.’”