Or I, and all who bore my name,
Been laid around him there!


X.

It might not be. They placed him next
Within the solemn hall,
Where once the Scottish Kings were throned
Amidst their nobles all.
But there was dust of vulgar feet
On that polluted floor,
And perjured traitors filled the place
Where good men sate before.
With savage glee came Warristoun
To read the murderous doom,
And then uprose the great Montrose
In the middle of the room.


XI.

"Now by my faith as belted knight,
And by the name I bear,
And by the bright Saint Andrew's cross
That waves above us there--
Yea, by a greater, mightier oath--
And oh, that such should be!--
By that dark stream of royal blood
That lies 'twixt you and me--