And simulated sorrow in a cowl,
Till I am firmly seated by my son.
Then let him come to me, and we shall weld
The kingdoms of the Franks into one crown
Imperial, whose might will shake the world,
And roll Mahomet back to his own place
Before our banners blazoned with the Cross.
Lend me thy help in this, and I shall bless
Thy church and Rome with many precious gifts,
Spoiled of the conquered.’ And he answered me: