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And think what next he must have felt,
At buckling of the faulchion belt!

And judge how Clara changed her hue,
While fastening to her lover's side
A friend, which, though in danger tried,
He once had found untrue!

Then Douglas struck him with his blade: "Saint Michael, and Saint Andrew aid, I dub thee knight.

Arise Sir Ralph, De Wilton's heir!

For king, for church, for lady fair,

See that thou fight."

And Bishop Gawain, as he rose,

Said," Wilton! grieve not for thy woes,

Disgrace, and trouble,

For He, who honour best bestows,'
May give thee double.”—

De Wilton sobbed, for sob he must-
"Where'er I meet a Douglas, trust

That Douglas is my brother!"

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Nay, nay," old Angus said, "not so; To Surrey's camp thou now must go,

Thy wrongs no longer smother. I have two sons in yonder field ; And, if thou meet'st them under shield, Upon them bravely-do thy worst ; And foul fall him that blenches first!"

XIII.

Not far advanced was morning day,
When Marmion did his troop array
To Surrey's camp to ride;
He had safe-conduct for his band,
Beneath the royal seal and hand,
And Douglas gave a guide:
The ancient Earl, with stately grace,
Would Clara on her palfrey place,
And whispered, in an under tone,

Let the hawk stoop, his prey is flown."

The train from out the castle drew;

But Marmion stop'd to bid adieu :—

"Though something I might plain,” he said,

"Of cold respect to stranger guest, Sent hither by your king's behest, While in Tantallon's towers I staid, Part we in friendship from your land, And, noble Earl, receive my hand.". But Douglas round him drew his cloak, Folded his arms, and thus he spoke :

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My manors, halls, and bowers, shall still Be open, at my sovereign's will,

To each one whom he lists, howe'er
Unmeet to be the owner's peer.
My castles are my king's alone,
From turret to foundation-stone-
The hand of Douglas is his own;
And never shall in friendly grasp

The hand of such as Marmion clasp."

XIV.

Burned Marmion's swarthy cheek like fire, And shook his very frame for ire,

And-" This to me!" he said,

“An 'twere not for thy hoary beard,
Such band as Marmion's had not spared
To cleave the Douglas' head!
And, first, I tell thee, haughty Peer,
He, who does England's message here,
Although the meanest in her state,
May well, proud Angus, be thy mate:
And, Douglas, more I tell thee here,
Even in thy pitch of pride,
Here in thy Hold, thy vassals near,
(Nay, never look upon your lord,
And lay your hands upon your sword,)
I tell thee, thou'rt defied!

And if thou said'st, I am not peer
To any lord in Scotland here,
Lowland or Highland, far or near,
Lord Angus, thou hast lied!"-
On the Earl's cheek the flush of rage
O'ercame the ashen hue of age:

Fierce he broke forth : "And dar'st thou then

To beard the lion in his den,

The Douglas in his hall?

And hop'st thou hence unscathed to go'
No, by Saint Bryde of Bothwell, no !——
Up drawbridge, grooms-what, Warder, ho!
Let the portcullis fall.”—

Lord Marmion turned,-well was his need
And dashed the rowels in his steed,
Like arrow through the arch-way sprung,
The ponderous grate behind him rung :
To pass there was such scanty room,
The bars, descending, razed his plume.

XV.

The steed along the drawbridge flies,

Just as it trembled on the rise;

Not lighter does the swallow skim

Along the smooth lake's level brim.

And when Lord Marmion reached his band,

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