MARMION. CANTO FOURTH. The Camp. I. EUSTACE, I said, did blithely mark But soon their mood was changed: Some clamoured loud for armour lost; Some brawled and wrangled with the host; That some false Scot has stolen my spear!" Last night he dressed him sleek and fair. Old Hubert shouts, in fear and wonder, Help, gentle Blount! help, comrades all! To Marmion who the plight dare tell, Till one, who would seem wisest, cried,— With that cursed Palmer for our guide Better we had through mire and bush Been lanthorn-led by Friar Rush." a II. Fitz-Eustace, who the cause but guessed, His comrades clamourous plaints suppressed; He knew Lord Marmion's mood. Him, ere he issued forth, he sought, And found deep plunged in gloomy thought, And did his tale display Simply, as if he knew of nought To cause such disarray. Lord Marmion gave attention cold, ? Alias Will o' the Wisp. See Note. III. Young Henry Blount meanwhile the cost Had reckoned with their Scottish host; And, as the charge he cast and paid, "Ill thou deserv'st thy hire," he said; "Dost see, thou knave, my horse's plight? Fairies have ridden him all the night, And left him in a foam! I trust, that soon a conjuring band, With English cross and blazing brand, Shall drive the devils from this land, To their infernal home: For in this haunted den, I trow, |