I. Everyone begs me to attack you, Engles, on account of the mad journey whence you returned like a madman, and which would have humiliated any other man. But you are of such high and noble spirit that you are able to cover up this act of folly, from which no one exonerates you; and if the people of Estela had been French, you would have avenged yourself upon them, because the king refused you a gift, for which no one blames him.
II. I am truly astonished, Sir Raimbaut, that you are so angry with me: you will soon be recognised as madder than Sir Peirol who is considered a lunatic. Be off with you now to the king of Barcelona and the others, as you have undertaken to do, for you love pence and cast-off raiment more than Sir Conoguz does the love of the lady Falcona.
III. Engles, Sir Ademar very sooo took vengeance for the attack, when those fishermen caught you like a pike. I don’t in the least say that you were at all hurt, save for a blow which came on the rebound. Nor is he to, blame if the king refused and still refuses you a gift, or because you trusted the seal of the burgher, that valiant fellow, through whom you began it all (?). Should Sir Ademar forgive easily, he would be the good God himself (?).
