XI. Two pursuivants, whom tabards deck, By which you reach the Donjon gate, Gave them a chain of twelve marks weight, "Now largesse, largesse, Lord Marmion,† A blazon'd shield, in battle won, XII. They marshall'd him to the castle-hall, -"Room, lordlings, room for Lord Marmion, With the crest and helm of gold! Full well we know the trophies won In earlier times, the family of Marmion, lords of Fontenay, in Normandy, was highly distinguished. Robert de Marmion, Lord of Fontenay, a distinguished follower of the Conqueror, obtained a grant of the castle and town of Tamworth, and also of the manor of Scrivelby, in Lincolnshire, by the honourable service of being the royal champion, as the ancestors of Marmion had formerly been to the Dukes of Normandy. The family became extinct, and the office of royal champion was adjudged to Sir John Dymoke, to whom the manor of Scrivelby had descended by one of the coheiresses of Robert de Mirinion. This was the cry with which heralds and pursuivants were wont to acknowledge the bounty received from the knights. The heralds, like the minstrels. were a race allowed to have great claims upon the liberality of the knights, of whose feats they kept a record, and proclaimed them aloud, as in the text, upon suitable occasions. Ourselves beheld the listed field, A sight both sad and fair; We saw Lord Marmion pierce his shield, We saw the victor win the crest, He wears with worthy pride; XIII. Then stepped to meet that noble lord, The whiles a Northern harper rude Chanted a rhyme of deadly feud, "How the fierce Thirwalls, and Ridleys all, Stout Willimondswick, And Hard-riding Dick, And Hughie of Hawdon, and Will o' the Wall, Have set on Sir Albany Featherstonhaugh, And taken his life at the Deadman's-shaw." Yet much he praised the pains he took, For lady's suit, and minstrel's strain, XIV. "Now, good Lord Marmion," Heron says, "Of your fair courtesy. I pray you bide some little space, In this poor tower with me. Here may you keep your arms from rust, May breathe your war-horse well; Seldom hath pass'd a week, but giust Or feat of arms befell: The Scots can rein a mettled steed, XV. The Captain mark'd his altered look, And crown'd it high with wine. "Now pledge me here, Lord Marmion: But first I pray thee fair, Where hast thou left that Page of thine, That used to serve thy cup of wine, When last in Raby towers we met, And often marked his cheeks were wet, But meeter seemed for lady fair, His skin was fair, his ringlets gold, Say, hast thou given that lovely youth Or was the gentle page, in sooth, XVI Lord Marmion ill could brook such jest; "That boy thou thought'st so goodly fair, XVII. Unmarked, at least unrecked, the taunt, And better loves my lady bright, In fair Queen Margaret's bower. We hold our greyhound in our hand, Our falcon on our glove; But where shall we find leash or band, For dame that loves to rove? Let the wild falcon soar her swing, She'll stoop when she has tired her wing." XVIII. "Nay, if with Royal James's bride The lovely Lady Heron bide, Behold me here a messenger, Your tender greetings prompt to bear: And pray you, of your grace, provide Who on the gibbet paid the cheat. XIX. "For such like need, my lord, I trow, XX. "Now, in good sooth," Lord Marmion cried, A better guard I would not lack, In 1496, Perkin Warbeck was received honourably in Scotland; and James IV., after conferring upon him in marriage his own re ation, the Lady Catharine Gordon, made war on England in behalf of his pretensions. To retaliate an invasion of England, Surrey advanced into Berwickshire at the head of considerable forces, but retreated after taking the inconsiderable fortress of Ayton. The garrisons of the English castles of Wark, Norham, and Berwick, were very troublesome neighbours to Scotland. This is a phrase, by which the Borderers jocularly intimated the burning of a house, |