The turf the flying courser spurn’d,
And to his towers the King return’d.
XXXIII.
Ill with King James’s mood that day,
Suited gay feast and minstrel lay;
Soon were dismiss’d the courtly throng,
And soon cut short the festal song.
Nor less upon the sadden’d town
The evening sunk in sorrow down.
The burghers spoke of civil jar,