Malise! what tidings of the foe?”—

VIII.

“At Doune, o’er many a spear and glaive[231]

Two Barons proud their banners wave.

I saw the Moray’s silver star,

And mark’d the sable pale[232] of Mar.”—

“By Alpine’s soul, high tidings those!

I love to hear of worthy foes.

When move they on?”—“To-morrow’s noon