The Monarch now rose, with majestical look,
And his sword from the scabbard of Jewels he took,
And the Castle with laughter and ribaldry shook,
While the braggart accosted thus he:
“I will give thee a place that will suit thy demand,
“What to thee, is more fitting than Vassals or Land—
“I will give thee,—what justice and valour command,
“For a Trumpeter bold—thou shalt be!”
Now the revellers rose, and began to complain—
While they menac’d with gestures, and frown’d with disdain,