human
Let the hawk stoop, his prey is flown. The train from out the castle drew, But Marmion stopped to bid adieu.--
gpt
Though something I might plain, he said,
human
Of cold respect to stranger guest, Sent hither by your king's behest, While in Tantallon's towers I stayed, 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:--
gpt
My manors, halls, and bowers shall still 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,-- The hand of Douglas is his own; And never shall in friendly grasp The hand of such as Marmion clasp.
human
This to me! he said,--
gpt
An't were not for thy hoary beard, Such hand as Marmion's had not spared To cleave the Douglas' head! And, first, I tell thee, haughty Peer, He who does England's message here, Even in thy pitch of pride, Here in thy hold, thy vassals near, (Nay, never look upon your lord, And lay your hands upon your sword,) I tell thee thou'rt defied! And if thou said'st I am not peer To any lord in Scotland here, Lowland or Highland, far or near, Lord Angus, thou hast lied! -- On the Earl's cheek the flush of rage O'ercame the ashen hue of age: Fierce he broke forth,--
human
And dar'st thou then To beard the lion in his den, The Douglas in his hall? And hop'st thou hence unscathed to go? No, by St. Bride of Bothwell, no! Up drawbridge, grooms,--what, warder, ho! Let the portcullis fall.