"What ho, there! stop! you saucy imp!"
Are the words that loudly ring.
But Roland clutches the beaker still
With eyes fast fixed on the king.
The king at the first looked fierce and dark,
But soon perforce he smiled—
"Thou comest," he said, "into golden halls
As though they were woodlands wild,"' &c.
The result is also similar; Bertha is reconciled to Charlemagne, much as Constance is to Ælla.
1034. aught, in any way, at all; lit. 'a whit.'