You, Herbert and Luffness, alight,
And bind the wounds of yonder knight,
Let the grey palfrey bear his weight,
We destined for a fairer freight,
And bring him on to Stirling straight:
I will before at better speed,

To seek fresh horse and fitting weed.
The sun rides high; I must be boune
To see the archer game at noon;
But lightly Bayard clears the lea.—
De Vaux and Herries, follow me.

XVIII.

"Stand, Bayard, stand!"-the steed obey'd, With arching neck and bended head,

And glancing eye, and quivering ear,
As if he loved his lord to hear.
No foot Fitz-James in stirrup staid,
No grasp upon the saddle laid,

But wreathed his left hand in the main,
And lightly bounded from the plain,
Turn'd on the horse his armed heel,
And stirr'd his courage with the steel.
Bounded the fiery steed in air,

The rider sate erect and fair,

Then, like a bolt from steel cross-bow

Forth launch'd, along the plain they go.