Marmion . he taunt, Careless the Knight replied : No bird whose featliers gayly flaunt Delights in cage to bide ;Norham is grim and grated in by battlement and fosse. And many a darksome better loves my lady brightTo sit in liberty and light In fair Queen Margarets hold our greyhound in our hand, Our falcon on our where shall we find leash or l)and For dame that loves to rove ?Let the wild falcon soar her 11 stoop wlien she has tired her wing. Nay, if with Royal Jamess brideThe lovely Lady Heron bide. 46 MARMION. CANTO I. Behold mc here a mes
Marmion . he taunt, Careless the Knight replied : No bird whose featliers gayly flaunt Delights in cage to bide ;Norham is grim and grated in by battlement and fosse. And many a darksome better loves my lady brightTo sit in liberty and light In fair Queen Margarets hold our greyhound in our hand, Our falcon on our where shall we find leash or l)and For dame that loves to rove ?Let the wild falcon soar her 11 stoop wlien she has tired her wing. Nay, if with Royal Jamess brideThe lovely Lady Heron bide. 46 MARMION. CANTO I. Behold mc here a messenger, Your tender greetings prompt to bear; For, to the Scottish court addressed, I journey at our Kings behest, And pray you, of your grace, provide For me and mine a trusty guide. I have not ridden in Scotland since James backed the cause of that mock prince, Warbeck, that Flemish counterfeit, Who on the gibbet paid the cheat. Then did I march with Surreys power, What time we razed old Ayton tower. —. XIX. For such-like need, my lord, 1 trow,Norham can find you guides enow;For here be some have pricked as Scottish ground, as to Dunbar;Have drunk the monks of Saint Bothans ale,And driven the beeves of Lauderdale :Harried the wives of Greenlaws given them light to set their hoods. — CANTO I. THE CASTLE. 47 XX. Now, in good sooth, Lord Marmiou cried, Were I in warlike wise to ride, A better guard I would not lack Than your stout forayers at my back; But as in form of peace I go, A friendly messenger, to know. Why, through all Scotland, near and far, Their King is mustering troops for war, The sight of plundering Border spears Might justify suspicious fears. And deadly feud or thirst of spoil Break out in some unseemly broil. A herald were my fitting guide ; Or friar, sworn in peace to bide; Or pardoner, or travelling priest. Or strolling pilgrim, at the least. XXI. The Captain mused a little space,And passed his hand across his face. —Fain would I find t
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