He refuses for a while, and sets forth his troubled mind with some pathos;
“Avoi! fait-il, seignors, avoi!
Uncor sui-je plus maus assez
E plus cent tant que vos ne quidez;
Mais c’est la fin, remis m’en sui,
Que je n’irai mais en bois ui.
Ne voil por rien qu’alé i seie
Ne que jamais la forest veie.”
He goes forth, and, as I have said in the text ([p. 332]), is shot by the arrow glancing from a tree. Benoît knew through what agency;
“Mais tant li mostre li reis Ros