"Oh!" (to Circassia's king cried Roland dread)
"Thy morion for this man let me entreat, Till I have driven such folly from his head;
For never with like madness did I meet."
-- "Who then would be most fool?" the monarch said;
"But if indeed you deem the suit discreet, Lend him thine own; nor shall I be less fit Haply than thee to school his lack of wit."
