The rest, retreating as they came, Avoid defeat, and death, and shame." XXXI. Ill could the haughty Dacre brook Did these two lords in friendship ride; XXXII. The pursuivant-at-arms again Before the castle took his stand; And thus the terms of fight he said :- Shall hostage for his clan remain: 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. Unconscious 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, At the fourth hour from peep of dawn; When Deloraine, from sickness freed, Or else a champion in his stead, Should for himself and chieftain stand, Against stout Musgrave, hand to hand 1 See Appendix, Note 3 0. XXXIV. I know right well, that, in their lay, Such combat should be made on horse, He knew each ordinance and clause He brook'd not, he, that scoffing tongue Or call his song untrue: For this, when they the goblet plied, On Teviot's side, in fight they stood, And tuneful hands were stain'd with blood; Where still the thorn's white branches wave, Memorial o'er his rival's grave. XXXV. Why should I tell the rigid doom, How Ousenam's maidens tore their hair, And grieve that I shall hear no more He paused: the listening dames again 2 See Appendix, Note 3 P. Not that, in sooth, o'er mortal urn 1 Crig." Spear-heads above the columns dun."-ED. 2 See Appendix, Note 3 Q. 9 In the first edition we read "Vails not to tell what hundreds more From the rich Merse and Lammermore," &c. The lines on Wedderburne and Swinton were inserted in he second edition.-ED. Mourns o'er the field he heap'd with dead; His place, his power, his memory die: III. Scarcely the hot assault was staid, And feudal banners fair display'd The bands that moved to Branksome's aid. IV. Vails not to tell each hardy clan, From the fair Middle Marches came; The Bloody Heart blazed in the van, Announcing Douglas, dreaded name !a Nor list I say what hundreds more, And Hepburn's mingled banners come, Down the steep mountain glittering far, And shouting still, "A Home! a Home!" V. Now squire and knight, from Branksome sent, 4 Sir David Home of Wedderburne, who was slain in the fatal battle of Flodden, left seven sons by his wife, Isabel, daughter of Hoppringle of Galashiels (now Pringle of Whitebank). They were called the Seven Spears of Wedderburne. 6 See Appendix, Note 3 R. Ibid. Note 3 S. And how a day of fight was ta'en To taste of Branksome cheer. In his pavilion to repose. VI. Now, noble Dame, perchance you ask, To keep the truce which here was set; They met on Teviot's strand; As brothers meet in foreign land: Were interchanged in greeting dear; Some drove the jolly bowl about; With dice and draughts some chased the day; And some, with many a merry shout, In riot, revelry, and rout, Pursued the foot-ball play.' VIL Yet, be it known, had bugles blown, Had dyed with gore the green: 1 See Appendix, Note 3 T. 2 A sort of knife or poniard. Had found a bloody sheath. "Twixt truce and war, such sudden change But yet on Branksome's towers and town, VIII. The blithsome signs of wassel gay Give the shrill watchword of their clan;* And revellers, o'er their bowls, proclaim Douglas or Dacre's conquering name. IX. Less frequent heard, and fainter still, Rung from the nether lawn; X. Margaret from hall did soon retreat, Despite the Dame's reproving eye; Nor mark'd she, as she left her seat, Full many a stifled sigh; For many a noble warrior strove To win the Flower of Teviot's love, And many a bold ally. With throbbing head and anxious heart, All in her lonely bower apart, In broken sleep she lay: By times, from silken couch she rose; While yet the banner'd hosts repose, She view'd the dawning day: Of all the hundreds sunk to rest, First woke the loveliest and the best. XI. She gazed upon the inner court, Which in the tower's tall shadow lay; Where courser's clang, and stamp, and snort, Had rung the livelong yesterday; Now still as death; till stalking slow, The jingling spurs announced his tread,— A stately warrior pass'd below; But when he raised his plumed head Blessed Mary! can it be?Secure, as if in Ousenam bowers, He walks through Branksome's hostile towers, She dared not sign, she dared not speak- His blood the price must pay! XII. Yet was his hazard small; for well A knight from Hermitage. Unchallenged thus, the warder's post, The court, unchallenged, thus he cross'd, For all the vassalage: But O! what magic's quaint disguise Could blind fair Margaret's azure eyes! She started from her seat; While with surprise and fear she strove, And both could scarcely master loveLord Henry's at her feet. XIII Oft have I mused, what purpose bad To bring this meeting round; In such no joy is found; And oft I've deem'd, perchance he thought And death to Cranstoun's gallant Knight, But earthly spirit could not tell 1 In the first edition, "the silver cord;"- To lift from earth our low desire," &c. 2 A martial piece of music, adapted to the bagpipes. The heart of them that loved so well. Whose wishes, soon as granted, fly; With dead desire it doth not die; It is the secret sympathy, The silver link,' the silken tie, Which heart to heart, and mind to mind, In body and in soul can bind.⇒ Now leave we Margaret and her Knight, To tell you of the approaching fight. XIV. Their warning blasts the bugles blew, The trooping warriors eager ran: XV. Meantime full anxious was the Dame; For now arose disputed claim, Of who should fight for Deloraine, "Twixt Harden and 'twixt Thirlestaine :3 They 'gan to reckon kin and rent, And frowning brow on brow was bent; But yet not long the strife-for, lo! Himself, the Knight of Deloraine, Strong, as it seem'd, and free from pain, In armor sheath'd from top to toe, Appear'd, and craved the combat due. The Dame her charm successful knew, And the fierce chiefs their claims withdrew. XVI. When for the lists they sought the plain, The stately Ladye's silken rein Did noble Howard hold; And much, in courteous phrase, they talk'd With satin slash'd and lined; It may be noticed that the late Lord Napier, the representative of the Scotts of Thirlestane, was Lord Lieutenant of Selkirkshire (of which the author was sheriff-depute) at the time when the poem was written; the competitor for the honor of supplying Deloraine's place was the poet's own ancestor.-ED. 4 See Canto III. Stanza xxiii. Tawny his boot, and gold his spur, His cloak was all of Poland fur, His hose with silver twined; His Bilboa blade, by Marchmen felt, Hung in a broad and studded belt; Hence, in rude phrase, the Borderers still Call'd noble Howard, Belted Will. XVII. Behind Lord Howard and the Dame, Fair Margaret on her palfrey came, Whose foot-cloth swept the ground: White was her wimple, and her veil, And her loose locks a chaplet pale Of whitest roses bound; The lordly Angus, by her side, In courtesy to cheer her tried; Without his aid, her hand in vain Had strove to guide her broider'd rein. He deem'd, she shudder'd at the sight Of warriors met for mortal fight; But cause of terror all unguess'd, Was fluttering in her gentle breast, When, in their chairs of crimson placed, The Dame and she the barriers graced. XVIII. Prize of the field, the young Buccleuch, He sayeth, that William of Deloraine XX. SCOTTISH HERALD. "Here standeth William of Deloraine, LORD DACRE. "Forward, brave champions, to the fight! Sound trumpets !” LORD HOME. -"God defend the right !"— And in mid list, with shield poised high, XXI. Ill would it suit your gentle ear, How to the axe the helms did sound, For I have seen war's lightning flashing, Seen through red blood the war-horse dashing, To yield a step for death or life. XXII. 'Tis done, 'tis done! that fatal blow Has stretch'd him on the bloody plain; He strives to rise-Brave Musgrave, no! Thence never shalt thou rise again! He chokes in blood-some friendly hand Undo the visor's barred band, Unfix the gorget's iron clasp, And give him room for life to gasp!— O, bootless aid!-haste, holy Friar, Haste, ere the sinner shall expire! ducted according to the strictest ordinances of chivalry, and delineated with all the minuteness of an ancient romancer. The modern reader will probably find it rather tedious; all but the concluding stanzas, which are in a loftier measure'Tis done! 'tis done!'" &c.-JEFFREY. 4 First Edition, "In vain-In vain! haste, holy Friar." |