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Their Captain came, a gallant young--

Of Tullibardine's house he sprung--

Nor wore he yet the spurs of knight;

Gay was his mien, his humor light, 185

And, though by courtesy controlled,

Forward his speech, his bearing bold.

The high-born maiden ill could brook

The scanning of his curious look

And dauntless eye; and yet, in sooth, 190

Young Lewis was a generous youth;

But Ellen's lovely face and mien,

Ill suited to the garb and scene,

Might lightly bear construction strange,

And give loose fancy scope to range. 195

"Welcome to Stirling towers, fair maid!

Come ye to seek a champion's aid,

On palfrey white, with harper hoar,

Like errant damosel of yore?

Does thy high quest a knight require, 200

Or may the venture suit a squire?"

Her dark eye flashed--she paused and sighed--

"O what have I to do with pride!

Through scenes of sorrow, shame, and strife,

A suppliant for a father's life, 205

I crave an audience of the King.

Behold, to back my suit, a ring,

The royal pledge of grateful claims,

Given by the Monarch to Fitz-James."

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The signet ring young Lewis took, 210

With deep respect and altered look;

And said--"This ring our duties own;

And pardon, if to worth unknown,

In semblance mean obscurely veiled,

Lady, in aught my folly failed. 215

Soon as the day flings wide his gates,

The King shall know what suitor waits.

Please you, meanwhile, in fitting bower

Repose you till his waking hour;

Female attendance shall obey 220

Your hest, for service or array.

Permit I marshal you the way."

But, ere she followed, with the grace

And open bounty of her race,

She bade her slender purse be shared 225

Among the soldiers of the guard.

The rest with thanks their guerdon took;

But Brent, with shy and awkward look,

On the reluctant maiden's hold

Forced bluntly back the proffered gold: 230

"Forgive a haughty English heart,

And O forget its ruder part!

The vacant purse shall be my share,

Which in my barret-cap I'll bear.

Perchance, in jeopardy of war, 235

Where gayer crests may keep afar."

With thanks--'twas all she could--the maid

His rugged courtesy repaid.

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