Of rushing steeds in gallop fleet;

The sounds increase, and now are seen

Four mounted squires in Lincoln green;

Two who bear lance, and two who lead,

By loosen’d rein, a saddled steed;

Each onward held his headlong course,

And by Fitz-James rein’d up his horse,—

With wonder view’d the bloody spot—

“Exclaim not, gallants! question not.—

You, Herbert and Luffness, alight,