In darken’d brow and flashing eye;
As waves before the bark divide,
The crowd gave way before his stride;
Needs but a buffet and no more,
The groom lies senseless in his gore.
Such blow no other hand could deal
Though gauntleted in glove of steel.
XXVI.
Then clamor’d loud the royal train,
And brandish’d swords and staves amain.