Ere she herself to any consort tie, Beside her own Rogero, she will fain Do what so can be done; her word belie;
Anger friends, kindred, court, and Charlemagne;
And if she nothing else can do, will die, By poison or her own good faulchion slain:
For not to live appears far lesser woe, Than, living, her Rogero to forego.
