Marmion . one of his own ancestry Drove the Monks forth of Coventry,Bid him his fate explore ! Prancing- in pride of earthly trust. His charger hurled him to the dust. And, by a base plebeian died his band before. God judge twixt Marmion and me; He is a Chief of high degree,And I a poor recluse; Yet oft, in holy writ, we see Even such weak minister as meMay the oppressor bruise: For thus, inspired, did Judith slayThe mighty in his sin, And Jael thus, and Deborah —Here hasty Blount broke in : Fitz-Eustace, we must march our band ;Saint Anton fire thee! wilt thou standAll day, with bon
Marmion . one of his own ancestry Drove the Monks forth of Coventry,Bid him his fate explore ! Prancing- in pride of earthly trust. His charger hurled him to the dust. And, by a base plebeian died his band before. God judge twixt Marmion and me; He is a Chief of high degree,And I a poor recluse; Yet oft, in holy writ, we see Even such weak minister as meMay the oppressor bruise: For thus, inspired, did Judith slayThe mighty in his sin, And Jael thus, and Deborah —Here hasty Blount broke in : Fitz-Eustace, we must march our band ;Saint Anton fire thee! wilt thou standAll day, with bonnet in thy hand, To hear the Lady preach ?By this good light! if thus we stay,Lord Marmion, for our fond delay. Will sharper sermon , don thy cap, and mount thy horse ;The Dame must patience take perforce. XXXII. Submit we then to force, said Clare. But let this barbarous lord despair His purposed aim to win;Let him take living, land, and life;But to be Marmions wedded wife 224 MABMIOK CANTO Ill iiie were deadly sin:And if it be the Kings decree,That I must find no sanctnaiy,In that inviolable dome,Where even a homicide might come. And safely rest his head,Though at its open portals stood,Thirsting to pour forth blood for blood, The kinsmen of the dead;Yet one asylum is my own Against the dreaded hour;A low, a silent, and a lone, Where kings have little victim is before me there.—Mother, your blessing, and in prayerRemember your unhappy Clare ! CANTO V. THE COURT. 225 Loud weeps the Abbess, and bestows Kind blessings many a one:Weeping and wailing loud arose,Round patient Clare, the clamorous woes Of every simple eyes the gentle Eustace scarce rude Blount the sight could bide. Then took the squire her rein,And gently led away her steed,And, by each courteous word and deed. To cheer her strove in vain. But scant three miles the band had rode, When oer a height they , sudden, close before them showed His towers, Tantallon va
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