Not far advanced was morning day, 380
When Marmion did his troop array
To Surrey's camp to ride;
He had safe-conduct for his band,
Beneath the royal seal and hand,
And Douglas gave a guide: 385
The ancient Earl, with stately grace,
Would Clara on her palfrey place,
And whisper'd in an under tone,
'Let the hawk stoop, his prey is flown.'--
The train from out the castle drew, 390
But Marmion stopp'd to bid adieu:-
'Though something I might plain,' he said,
'Of cold respect to stranger guest,
Sent hither by your King's behest,
While in Tantallon's towers I staid; 395
Part we in friendship from your land,
And, noble Earl, receive my hand.'--
But Douglas round him drew his cloak,
Folded his arms, and thus he spoke:--
'My manors, halls, and bowers, shall still 400
Be open, at my Sovereign's will,
To each one whom he lists, howe'er
Unmeet to be the owner's peer.
My castles are my King's alone,
From turret to foundation-stone-- 405
The hand of Douglas is his own;
And never shall in friendly grasp
The hand of such as Marmion clasp.'--