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XXVII. ROUD she look'd round, applause to to claimThen lightend Thirlestane's eye of flame ;

His bugle Watt of Harden blew ; Pensils and pennons wide were flung, To heaven the Border slogan rung,

" St. Mary for the young Buccleuch !” The English war-cry answered wide,

And forward bent each southern spear ; Each Kendal archer made a stride,

And drew the bowstring to his ear ; Each minstrel's war-note loud was blown ;But, ere a grey-goose shaft had flown, A horseman gallop'd from the rear.

XXVIII. GIH! noble Lords !” he, breathless, said,

“What treason has your march

betray'd ?
What make you here, from aid so far,
Before you walls, around you war ?
Your foemen triumph in the thought,
That in the toils the lion's caught.

Already on dark Ruberslaw
The Douglas holds his weapon-schaw ;t
The lances, waving in his train,
Clothe the dun heath like autumn grain ;
And on the Liddel's northern strand,
To bar retreat to Cumberland,
Lord Maxwell ranks his merry-men good,
Beneath the eagle and the rood;
And Jedwood, Eske, and Teviotdale,

Have to proud Angus come;
And all the Merse and Lauderdale

Have risen with haughty Home. An exile from Northumberland,

In Liddesdale I've wander'd long ; But still my heart was with merry England,

And cannot brook my country's wrong; And hard I've spurr'd all night, to show The mustering of coming foe.”—

XXIX. " OND let them come ! ” fierce Dacre

the cried ; “For soon yon crest, my father's pride, That swept the shores of Judah's sea,

And waved in gales of Galilee,
From Branksome's highest towers display'd,
Shall mock the rescue's lingering aid !-
Level each harquebuss on row;
Draw, merry archers, draw the bow;
Up, bill-men, to the walls, and cry,
Dacre for England, win or die !"

xxx "NET hear," quoth Howard, “ calmly

hear, Nor deem my words the words of fear : For who, in field or foray slack, Saw the blanche liont e'er fall back ? But thus to risk our Border flower In strife against a kingdom's power, Ten thousand Scots 'gainst thousands three, Certes, were desperate policy. Nay, take the terms the Ladye made, Ere conscious of the advancing aid : Let Musgrave meet fierce Deloraine In single fight ; and, if he gain, He gains for us ; but if he's cross’d, 'Tis but a single warrior lost :

The rest, retreating as they came,
Avoid defeat, and death, and shame.”—

XXXI.
SOLL could the naughty Dacre brook

His brother Warden's sage rebuke ;
And yet his forward step he stay'd,
And slow and sullenly obeyed.
But ne'er again the Border side
Did these two lords in friendship ride :
And this slight discontent, men say,
Cost blood upon another day.

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HE pursuivant-at-arms again

Before the castle took his stand ;
His trumpet calld, with parleying strain,

The leaders of the Scottish band ;
And he defied, in Musgrave's right,
Stout Deloraine to single fight;
A gauntlet at their feet he laid,
And thus the terms of fight he said :-
“ If in the lists good Musgrave's sword

Vanquish the Knight of Deloraine,
Your youthful chieftain, Branksome's Lord,
Shall hostage for his clan remain :
If Deloraine foil good Musgrave,
The boy his liberty shall have.

Howe'er it falls, the English band,
Unharming Scots, by Scots unharm’d,
In peaceful march, like men unarm’d,
Shall straight retreat to Cumberland."-

XXXIII. INCONSCIOUS of the near relief, * The proffer pleased each Scottish chief,

Though much the Ladye sage gainsay'd ; For though their hearts were brave and true, From Jedwood's recent sack they knew,

How tardy was the Regent's aid: And you may guess the noble Dame

Durst not the secret prescience own, Sprung from the art she might not name,

By which the coming help was known. Closed was the compact, and agreed, That lists should be enclosed with speed,

Beneath the castle, on a lawn : They fix'd the morrow for the strife, On foot, with Scottish axe and knife,

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