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