Well dost thou brook thy gallant roan,
Thou flower of English land!"

XI.

Two pursuivants, whom tabarts deck,
With silver scutcheon round their neck
Stood on the steps of stone,

By which you reach the Donjon gate,
And there with herald pomp and state,
They hailed Lord Marmion:
They hailed him Lord of Fontenaye,
Of Lutterward, and Scrivelbaye,
Of Tamworth tower and town;
And he, their courtesy to requite,

Gave them a chain of twelve marks weight,
All as he lighted down.

"Now largesse, largesse,* Lord Marmion,
Knight of the crest of gold!

A blazoned shield in battle won,
Ne'er guarded heart so bold."-

XII.

They marshalled him to the Castle-hall,
Where the guests stood all aside,
And loudly flourished the trumpet-call,
And the heralds loudly cried,-
"Room, lordings, room for Lord Marmion,
With the crest and helm of gold!
Full well we know the trophies won
In the lists at Cottiswold:

There, vainly, Ralph de Wilton strove
'Gainst Marmion's force to stand;

To him he lost his ladye-love,

And to the king his land.

Ourselves beheld the listed field,
A sight both sad and fair;

We saw Lord Marmion pierce his shield,
And saw his saddle bare;

We saw the victor win the crest,
He wears with worthy pride;
And on the gibbet-tree, reversed,
His foeman's scutcheon tied.
Place, nobles, for the Falcon- Knight!
Room, room, ye gentles gay,
For him who conquered in the right,
Marmion of Fontenaye!"-

XIII.

Then stepped to meet that noble lord,

Sir Hugh the Heron bold,

Baron of Twisell, and of Ford,

And Captain of the Hold.

*The cry by wnich the heralds expressed their thanks for the bounty

of the nobles