"Then shall one man alone, a prisoned foe, Who cannot scale the walls which round him spread, Unscathed, unquestioned, from your city go, When all are by his vengeful arm laid dead?"
Thus Charlemagne, whose veins with anger glow, And shame, too strong to brook, in fury said;
And to the spacious square made good his way, Where he beheld the foe his people slay.