The Earl did much the Master pray  To use him on the battle-day; But he preferr’d’-’Nay, Henry, cease!  Thou sworn horse-courser, hold thy peace.-  Eustace, thou bear’st a brain-I pray,  What did Blount see at break of day?’ 

XVII.

‘In brief, my lord, we both descried  (For then I stood by Henry’s side)  The Palmer mount, and outwards ride,    Upon the Earl’s own favourite steed:  All sheathed he was in armour bright,   And much resembled that same knight,  Subdued by you in Cotswold fight:    Lord Angus wish’d him speed.’- The instant that Fitz-Eustace spoke,  A sudden light on Marmion broke;-    ‘Ah! dastard fool, to reason lost!’  He mutter’d; ‘Twas nor fay nor ghost  I met upon the moonlight wold,  But living man of earthly mould.-    O dotage blind and gross!           Had I but fought as wont, one thrust  Had laid De Wilton in the dust,    My path no more to cross.- How stand we now?-he told his tale  To Douglas; and with some avail;        ‘Twas therefore gloom’d his rugged brow.-  Will Surrey dare to entertain,  ‘Gainst Marmion, charge disproved and vain?  Small risk of that, I trow. Yet Clare’s sharp questions must I shun;         Must separate Constance from the Nun-  O, what a tangled web we weave,  When first we practise to deceive! A Palmer too!-no wonder why  I felt rebuked beneath his eye:  I might have known there was but one,  Whose look could quell Lord Marmion.’

XVIII. 

Stung with these thoughts, he urged to speed  His troop, and reach’d, at eve, the Tweed,  Where Lennel’s convent closed their march;  (There now is left but one frail arch,    Yet mourn thou not its cells;  Our time a fair exchange has made;  Hard by, in hospitable shade,    A reverend pilgrim dwells,   Well worth the whole Bernardine brood,  That e’er wore sandal, frock, or hood.)  Yet did Saint Bernard’s Abbot there  Give Marmion entertainment fair,  And lodging for his train and Clare. Next morn the Baron climb’d the tower,  To view afar the Scottish power,    Encamp’d on Flodden edge:  The white pavilions made a show,  Like remnants of the winter snow,    Along the dusky ridge. Long Marmion look’d:-at length his eye  Unusual movement might descry  Amid the shifting lines:  The Scottish host drawn out appears,  For, flashing on the hedge of spears,    The eastern sunbeam shines.
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