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By which you reach the donjon gate,
They hail'd Lord Marmion :
Of Tamworth tower and town ;
All as he lighted down.
Knight of the crest of gold !
Ne'er guarded heart so bold.”
See Appendix, Note D.
2 This was the cry with which heralds and pursuivants were wont to acknowledge the bounty received from the knights. Stewart of Lorn distinguishes a ballad, in which he satirizes the narrowness of James V. and his courtiers, by the ironical burden
" Lerges, lerges, lerges, hay,
Lerges of this new-yeir day.
And in my hand slid schillings tway,'
For lerges of this new-yeir day."
The heralls, like the minstrels, were a race allowed to have great clains upon the liberality of the knights, of whose feats they kept a record, and proclaimed them aloud, as in the text, upon suitable occasions.
At Berwick, Norham, and other Border fortresses of importance, pursuivants usually resided, whose inviolable character rendered them the only persons that could, with perfect assurance of safety, be sent on necessary embassies into Scotland. This is alluded to in stanza xxi., p. 71.
They marshall'd him to the Castle-hall,
Where the guests stood all aside, And loudly flourish'd the trumpet-call,
And the heralds loudly cried, —“ Room, lordlings, room for Lord Marmion,
With the crest and helm of gold !
In the lists at Cottiswold:
'Gainst Marmion's force to stand ; To him he lost his lady-love,
And to the King his land.
A sight both sad and fair ;
And saw his saddle bare ;
He wears with worthy pride ;
His foeman's scutcheon tied.
Room, room, ye gentles gay,
Marmion of Fontenaye !"
Then stepp'd, to meet that noble Lord,
Sir Hugh the Heron bold,
I Were accuracy of any consequence in a fictitious narrative, this castellan's name ought to have been William ; for William Heron of Ford was husband to the famous Lady Ford, whose siren charms are said to have cost our James IV. so dear. Moreover, the said William Heron was, at the time supposed, a prisoner in Scotland, being surrendered by Henry VIII., on account of his share in the slaughter of Sir Robert Ker of Cessford. His wife, represented in the text as residing at the Court of Scotland, was, in fact, living in lier own Castle at Ford.-See Sir RICHARD HERON's curious Genealogy of the Heron
The whiles a Northern harper rude
And Hardriding Dick,
The harper's barbarous lay;
And well those pains did pay:
“ Of your fair courtesy,
In this poor tower with me.
May breathe your war-horse well ;
Or feat of arms befell :
And love to couch a spear ;-
That have such neighbours near. 1 The rest of this old ballad may be found in the Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border, vol. ii. pp. 86-89.
The Captain mark'd his alter'd look,
And gave a squire the sign; A mighty wassell-bowl he took,
And crown'd it high with wine. “ Now pledge me here, Lord Marmion :
But first I pray thee fair, Where hast thou left that page of thine, That used to serve thy cup of wine,
Whose beauty was so rare ? When last in Raby towers we met,
The boy I closely eyed, And often mark'd his cheeks were wet,
With tears he fain would hide : His was no rugged horseboy's hand, To burnish shield or sharpen brand,
Or saddle battle-steed;
The slender silk to lead :
His bosom—when he sigh'd,
Could scarce repel its pride!