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As men of courtesy úttaughita
From one the foremost there,
Involved his sister fair.
His brother, as the clansman bent
His sullen brow in discontent,
Made brief and stérn excuse ;
“ Vassal, were thine the cloak of pall
That decks thy Lord in bridal hall,
'Twere honour'd by her use." **
Proud was his tone, but calm ; his eye
Which common spirits fear;
And gazed like startled deer. But now appear'd the Seneschal, Commission'd by his lord to call The strangers to the Baron's hall,
Where feasted fair and free
That Island Prince in nuptial tide,
Of Western land and sea.
Here pause we, gentles, for a space; And, if our tale hath won your grace, Grant us brief patience, and again We will renew the minstrel strain.
END OF CANTO FIRST.