And to the Douglas gave the ring,
As if she wish’d her sire to speak
The suit that stain’d her glowing cheek.—
“Nay, then, my pledge has lost its force,
And stubborn Justice holds her course.—
Malcolm, come forth!”—and, at the word,
Down kneel’d the Græme to Scotland’s Lord.
“For thee, rash youth, no suppliant sues,
From thee may Vengeance claim her dues,
Who, nurtured underneath our smile,