Ourselves beheld the listed field, A sight both sad and fair; We saw Lord Marmion pierce his shield, We saw the victor win the crest, Place, nobles, for the Falcon-Knight! For him who conquered in the right, XIII. Then stepped to meet that noble lord, Sir Hugh the Heron bold, Baron of Twisell, and of Ford, And Captain of the Hold. He led Lord Marmion to the deas, Raised o'er the pavement high, And placed him in the upper place— "How the fierce Thirwalls, and Ridleys all, Stout Willimondswick, And Hard-riding Dick, And Hughie of Hawdon, and Will o' the Wall, Yet much he praised the pains he took, XIV. Now, good Lord Marmion," Heron says, a The rest of this old ballad may be found in the note. I pray you bide some little space, In this poor tower with me. Here may you keep your arms from rust, Seldom hath pass'd a week, but giust The Scots can rein a mettled steed, XV. The Captain mark'd his altered look, "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, When last in Raby towers we met, And often marked his cheeks were wet But meeter seemed for lady fair, To fan her cheek, or curl her hair, Or through embroidery, rich and rare, His skin was fair, his ringlets gold, The russet doublet's rugged fold Could scarce repel its pride! Say, hast thou given that lovely youth To serve in lady's bower? Or was the gentle page, in sooth, A gentle paramour ?"— XVII. Lord Marmion ill could brook such jest ; He roll'd his kindling eye, With pain his rising wrath suppressed, "That boy thou thought'st so goodly fair, |