Thou frown'st, De Argentine,-My gage XXVII. "Nor deem," said stout Dunvegan's knight,1 And ask'd what men should off them do. He said, grinning, 'HANGS AND DRAWS.' That he, that to the death was near, Into sic point had no mercy?" There was much truth in the Leonine couplet, with which "Scotos Edwardus, dum vixit, suppeditavit, 1 [In the MS. this couplet is wanting, and, without breaking the stanza, Lord Ronald continues, "By saints of isle," &c.] 2 The MacLeods, and most other distinguished Hebridean families, were of Scandinavian extraction, and some were late or imperfect converts to Christianity. The family names of Torquil, Thormod, &c. are all Norwegian. Let Rome and England do their worst, If Bruce shall e'er find friends again, For England's wealth, or Rome's applause." XXVIII. The Abbot seem'd with eye severe The hardy Chieftain's speech to hear; 1 [MS. "Then turn'd him on the Bruce the Monk."] Anathema of power so dread, Nay, each whose succour, cold and scant,1 Rends Honour's scutcheon from thy hearse, Stills o'er thy bier the holy verse, And spurns thy corpse from hallow'd ground, XXIX. "Abbot!" The Bruce replied, "thy charge It boots not to dispute at large. This much, howe'er, I bid thee know, Nor blame I friends whose ill-timed speed 1 [MS." Nay, curses each whose succour scant."] Nor censure those from whose stern tongue I only blame mine own wild ire, The name of traitor I return, Bid them defiance stern and high,3 And give them in their throats the lie! 1 Bruce uniformly professed, and probably felt, compunction for having violated the sanctuary of the church by the slaughter of Comyn; and finally, in his last hours, in testimony of his faith, penitence, and zeal, he requested James Lord Douglas to carry his heart to Jerusalem, to be there deposited in the Holy Sepulchre. 2 [The MS. adds:-" For this ill-timed and luckless blow."] 8 [MS."bold and high."] XXX. Like man by prodigy amazed, His breathing came more thick and fast, Flush'd is his brow, through every vein In azure tide the current strain, XXXI. "De Bruce! I rose with purpose dread To speak my curse upon thy head,2 And give thee as an outcast o'er To him who burns to shed thy gore ;— 1 [MS.-"Swell on his wither'd brow the veins, Each in its azure current strains, And interrupted tears express'd The tumult of his labouring breast."] 2 So soon as the notice of Comyn's slaughter reached Rome, Bruce and his adherents were excommunicated. It was published first by the Archbishop of York, and renewed at different times, particularly by Lambyrton, Bishop of St. Andrews, in 1308; but it does not appear to have answered the purpose which the English monarch expected. Indeed, for reasons which it may be difficult to trace, the thunders of Rome descended upon the Scottish mountains with less effect than in more fertile countries. Probably the comparative |