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"Now here, within Tantallon Hold, 265 To Douglas late my tale I told, To whom my house was known of old.
Won by my proofs, his falchion bright This eve anew shall dub me knight.
These were the arms that once did turn 270 The tide of fight on Otterburne, And Harry Hotspur forced to yield, When the Dead Douglas won the field.
These Angus gave--his armourer"s care, Ere morn, shall every breach repair; 275 For nought, he said, was in his halls, But ancient armour on the walls, And aged chargers in the stalls, And women, priests, and grey-hair"d men; The rest were all in Twisel glen. 280 And now I watch my armour here, By law of arms, till midnight"s near; Then, once again a belted knight, Seek Surrey"s camp with dawn of light.
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"There soon again we meet, my Clare! 285 This Baron means to guide thee there: Douglas reveres his King"s command, Else would he take thee from his band.
And there thy kinsman, Surrey, too, Will give De Wilton justice due. 290 Now meeter far for martial broil, Firmer my limbs, and strung by toil, Once more"--"O Wilton! must we then Risk new-found happiness again, Trust fate of arms once more? 295 And is there not an humble glen, Where we, content and poor, Might build a cottage in the shade, A shepherd thou, and I to aid Thy task on dale and moor?-- 300 That reddening brow!--too well I know, Not even thy Clare can peace bestow, While falsehood stains thy name: Go then to fight! Clare bids thee go!
Clare can a warrior"s feelings know, 305 And weep a warrior"s shame; Can Red Earl Gilbert"s spirit feel, Buckle the spurs upon thy heel, And belt thee with thy brand of steel, And send thee forth to fame!" 310
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That night, upon the rocks and bay, The midnight moon-beam slumbering lay, And pour"d its silver light, and pure, Through loop-hole, and through embrazure, Upon Tantallon tower and hall; 315 But chief where arched windows wide Illuminate the chapel"s pride, The sober glances fall.
Much was there need; though seam"d with scars, Two veterans of the Douglas" wars, 320 Though two grey priests were there, And each a blazing torch held high, You could not by their blaze descry The chapel"s carving fair.
Amid that dim and smoky light, 325 Chequering the silvery moon-shine bright, A bishop by the altar stood, A n.o.ble lord of Douglas blood, With mitre sheen, and rocquet white.
Yet show"d his meek and thoughtful eye 330 But little pride of prelacy; More pleased that, in a barbarous age, He gave rude Scotland Virgil"s page, Than that beneath his rule he held The bishopric of fair Dunkeld. 335 Beside him ancient Angus stood, Doff"d his furr"d gown, and sable hood: O"er his huge form and visage pale, He wore a cap and shirt of mail; And lean"d his large and wrinkled hand 340 Upon the huge and sweeping brand Which wont of yore, in battle fray, His foeman"s limbs to shred away, As wood-knife lops the sapling spray.
He seem"d as, from the tombs around 345 Rising at judgment-day, Some giant Douglas may be found In all his old array; So pale his face, so huge his limb, So old his arms, his look so grim. 350
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Then at the altar Wilton kneels, And Clare the spurs bound on his heels; And think what next he must have felt, At buckling of the falchion belt!
And judge how Clara changed her hue, 355 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, 360 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, 365 Said--"Wilton! grieve not for thy woes, Disgrace, and trouble; For He, who honour best bestows, May give thee double."-- De Wilton sobb"d, for sob he must-- 370 "Where"er I meet a Douglas, trust That Douglas is my brother!"
"Nay, nay," old Angus said, "not so; To Surrey"s camp thou now must go, Thy wrongs no longer smother. 375 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!"
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Not far advanced was morning day, 380 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: 385 The ancient Earl, with stately grace, Would Clara on her palfrey place, And whisper"d in an under tone, "Let the hawk stoop, his prey is flown."-- The train from out the castle drew, 390 But Marmion stopp"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; 395 Part we in friendship from your land, And, n.o.ble Earl, receive my hand."-- But Douglas round him drew his cloak, Folded his arms, and thus he spoke:-- "My manors, halls, and bowers, shall still 400 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-- 405 The hand of Douglas is his own; And never shall in friendly grasp The hand of such as Marmion clasp."--
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Burn"d Marmion"s swarthy cheek like fire, And shook his very frame for ire, 410 And--"This to me!" he said, "An "twere not for thy h.o.a.ry beard, Such hand as Marmion"s had not spared "To cleave the Douglas" head!
And, first, I tell thee, haughty Peer, 415 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, 420 Here in thy hold, thy va.s.sals 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 425 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: 430 Fierce he broke forth,--"And darest thou then To beard the lion in his den, The Douglas in his hall?
And hopest thou hence unscathed to go?-- No, by Saint Bride of Bothwell, no! 435 Up drawbridge, grooms--what, Warder, ho!
Let the portcullis fall."-- Lord Marmion turn"d,--well was his need, And dash"d the rowels in his steed, Like arrow through the archway sprung, 440 The ponderous grate behind him rung: To pa.s.s there was such scanty room, The bars, descending, razed his plume.
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The steed along the drawbridge flies, Just as it trembled on the rise; 445 Nor lighter does the swallow skim Along the smooth lake"s level brim: And when Lord Marmion reach"d his band, He halts, and turns with clenched hand, And shout of loud defiance pours, 450 And shook his gauntlet at the towers.
"Horse! horse!" the Douglas cried, "and chase!"
But soon he rein"d his fury"s pace: "A royal messenger he came, Though most unworthy of the name.-- 455 A letter forged! Saint Jude to speed!
Did ever knight so foul a deed!
At first in heart it liked me ill, When the King praised his clerkly skill.
Thanks to Saint Bothan, son of mine, 460 Save Gawain, ne"er could pen a line: So swore I, and I swear it still, Let my boy-bishop fret his fill.-- Saint Mary mend my fiery mood!
Old age ne"er cools the Douglas blood, 465 I thought to slay him where he stood.
"Tis pity of him too," he cried; "Bold can he speak, and fairly ride, I warrant him a warrior tried."
With this his mandate he recalls, 470 And slowly seeks his castle halls.
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The day in Marmion"s journey wore; Yet, e"er his pa.s.sion"s gust was o"er, They cross"d the heights of Stanrig-moor.
His troop more closely there he scann"d, 475 And miss"d the Palmer from the band.-- "Palmer or not," young Blount did say, " He parted at the peep of day; Good sooth, it was in strange array."-- "In what array?" said Marmion, quick. 480 "My Lord, I ill can spell the trick; But all night long, with clink and bang, Close to my couch did hammers clang; At dawn the falling drawbridge rang, And from a loop-hole while I peep, 485 Old Bell-the-Cat came from the Keep, Wrapp"d in a gown of sables fair, As fearful of the morning air; Beneath, when that was blown aside, A rusty shirt of mail I spied, 490 By Archibald won in b.l.o.o.d.y work, Against the Saracen and Turk: Last night it hung not in the hall; I thought some marvel would befall.
And next I saw them saddled lead 495 Old Cheviot forth, the Earl"s best steed; A matchless horse, though something old, Prompt to his paces, cool and bold.
I heard the Sheriff Sholto say, The Earl did much the Master pray 500 To use him on the battle-day; But he preferr"d"--"Nay, Henry, cease!
Thou sworn horse-courser, hold thy peace.-- Eustace, thou bear"st a brain--I pray, What did Blount see at break of day?" 505
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"In brief, my lord, we both descried (For then I stood by Henry"s side) The Palmer mount, and outwards ride, Upon the Earl"s own favourite steed: All sheathed he was in armour bright, 510 And much resembled that same knight, Subdued by you in Cotswold fight: Lord Angus wish"d him speed."-- The instant that Fitz-Eustace spoke, A sudden light on Marmion broke;-- 515 "Ah! dastard fool, to reason lost!"
He mutter"d; "Twas nor fay nor ghost I met upon the moonlight wold, But living man of earthly mould.-- O dotage blind and gross! 520 Had I but fought as wont, one thrust Had laid De Wilton in the dust, My path no more to cross.-- How stand we now?--he told his tale To Douglas; and with some avail; 525 "Twas therefore gloom"d his rugged brow.-- Will Surrey dare to entertain, "Gainst Marmion, charge disproved and vain?
Small risk of that, I trow.
Yet Clare"s sharp questions must I shun; 330 Must separate Constance from the Nun-- O, what a tangled web we weave, When first we practise to deceive!
A Palmer too!--no wonder why I felt rebuked beneath his eye: 535 I might have known there was but one, Whose look could quell Lord Marmion."
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Stung with these thoughts, he urged to speed His troop, and reach"d, at eve, the Tweed, Where Lennel"s convent closed their march; 540 (There now is left but one frail arch, Yet mourn thou not its cells; Our time a fair exchange has made; Hard by, in hospitable shade, A reverend pilgrim dwells, 545 Well worth the whole Bernardine brood, That e"er wore sandal, frock, or hood.) Yet did Saint Bernard"s Abbot there Give Marmion entertainment fair, And lodging for his train and Clare. 550 Next morn the Baron climb"d the tower, To view afar the Scottish power, Encamp"d on Flodden edge: The white pavilions made a show, Like remnants of the winter snow, 555 Along the dusky ridge.
Long Marmion look"d:--at length his eye Unusual movement might descry Amid the shifting lines: The Scottish host drawn out appears, 560 For, flashing on the hedge of spears, The eastern sunbeam shines.
Their front now deepening, now extending; Their flank inclining, wheeling, bending, Now drawing back, and now descending, 565 The skilful Marmion well could know, They watch"d the motions of some foe, Who traversed on the plain below.
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Even so it was. From Flodden ridge The Scots beheld the English host 570 Leave Barmore-wood, their evening post, And heedful watch"d them as they cross"d The Till by Twisel Bridge.
High sight it is, and haughty, while They dive into the deep defile; 575 Beneath the cavern"d cliff they fall, Beneath the castle"s airy wall.
By rock, by oak, by hawthorn-tree, Troop after troop are disappearing; Troop after troop their banners rearing, 580 Upon the eastern bank you see.
Still pouring down the rocky den, Where flows the sullen Till, And rising from the dim-wood glen, Standards on standards, men on men, 585 In slow succession still, And, sweeping o"er the Gothic arch, And pressing on, in ceaseless march, To gain the opposing hill.
That morn, to many a trumpet clang, 590 Twisel! thy rock"s deep echo rang; And many a chief of birth and rank, Saint Helen! at thy fountain drank.
Thy hawthorn glade, which now we see In spring-tide bloom so lavishly, 595 Had then from many an axe its doom, To give the marching columns room.
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