XXXI. “But soft! what messenger of speed Spurs hitherward his panting steed? I guess his cognizance afar What from our cousin, John of Mar?" "He prays, my liege, your sports keep bound Within the safe and guarded ground: For some foul purpose yet unknown,— XXXII. "Thou warn'st me I have done amiss,— 1 [MS." On distant chase you will not ride. Say to our faithful Lord of Mar, I fear the broadswords will be drawn." XXXIII. Ill with King James's mood that day, They mourn'd him pent within the hold, Thus giddy rumour shook the town, 1 Stabbed by James II. in Stirling Castle. |