Or may the venture suit a squire?”—
Her dark eye flash’d;—she paused and sigh’d,—
“Oh, what have I to do with pride!—
Through scenes of sorrow, shame, and strife,
A suppliant for a father’s life,
I crave an audience of the King.
Behold, to back my suit, a ring,
The royal pledge of grateful claims,
Given by the Monarch to Fitz-James.”