The monarch's mantle too he bore, And drew the fold his visage o'er. "Fear not for him-in murderous strife," Said Bruce," his warning saved my life; Full seldom parts he from my side; And in his silence I confide, Since he can tell no tale again. He is a boy of gentle strain, And I have purposed he shall dwell And wait on thee, my Isabel. Mind not his tears; I've seen them flow, As in the thaw dissolves the snow. 'Tis a kind youth, but fanciful, Unfit against the tide to pull, And those that with the Bruce would sail, Must learn to strive with stream and gale. But forward, gentle Isabel— My answer for Lord Ronald tell.”— XXVII. "This answer be to Ronald given→→→ And with these sunny visions died. He should his plighted troth obey, And sworn on crucifix and sword. Oh, shame thee, Robert! I have seen Thou hast a woman's guardian been! Even in extremity's dread hour, When press'd on thee the Southern power, And safety, to all human sight, Was only found in rapid flight, Thou heard'st a wretched female plain In agony of travail-pain, And thou didst bid thy little band Upon the instant turn and stand, And dare the worst the foe might do, Rather than, like a knight untrue, Leave to pursuers merciless A woman in her last distress. And wilt thou now deny thine aid And press his fickle faith on me? So witness Heaven, as true I vow, Had I those earthly feelings now, Which could my former bosom move Ere taught to set its hopes above, I'd spurn each proffer he could bring, Till at my feet he laid the ring, By her who brooks his perjured scorn, 7 XXVIII. With sudden impulse forward sprung The Page, and on her neck he hung ; Then, recollected instantly, His head he stoop'd, and bent his knee, Kiss'd twice the hand of Isabel, Arose, and sudden left the cell. The princess, loosen'd from his hold, Blush'd angry at his bearing bold; But good King Robert cried, "Chafe not-by signs he speaks his mind, He heard the plan my care design'd, Nor could his transports hide.- But, sister, now bethink thee well; No easy choice the convent cell; Trust, I shall play no tyrant part, But think,-not long the time has been, O! if our Edward knew the change, With many a sarcasm varied still On woman's wish, and woman's will!" XXIX. "Brother, I well believe," she said, "Even so would Edward's part be play'd. Kindly in heart, in word severe, A foe to thought, and grief, and fear, He holds his humour uncontroul'd; But thou art of another mould. Say then to Ronald, as I say, |