And of the castle had no brow,
It seem’d to him like a dung hill,
Or like a German old brick kiln:
But yet their cannon play’d right smart,
Which caus’d them from the hills depart.
To capit’late the terms they crav’d,
Were, T’ march with honour away to leav’t.
The Duke reply’d, “That is a due
“Ne’er given to any rebel crew;
“But ne’ertheless take it I shall,