XLII.
"Sword, thy nobler use is done! tower is lost, and shame begun!"—
Toll slowly.
"If we met them in the breach, hilt to hilt or speech to speech,
We should die there, each for one.
XLIII.
"If we met them at the wall, we should singly, vainly fall"—
Toll slowly.
"But if I die here alone,—then I die who am but one,
And die nobly for them all.
XLIV.
"Five true friends lie for my sake in the moat and in the brake"—
Toll slowly.
"Thirteen warriors lie at rest with a black wound in the breast,
And not one of these will wake.
XLV.
"So, no more of this shall be! heart-blood weighs too heavily"—
Toll slowly.
"And I could not sleep in grave, with the faithful and the brave
Heaped around and over me.
XLVI.
"Since young Clare a mother hath, and young Ralph a plighted faith"—
Toll slowly.
"Since my pale young sister's cheeks blush like rose when Ronald speaks,
Albeit never a word she saith—