And shout of loud defiance pours,
And shook his gauntlet at the towers,
“Horse! horse!” the Douglas cried, “and chase!”
But soon he reined his fury’s pace:
“A royal messenger he came,
Though most unworthy of the name.
Saint Mary mend my fiery mood!
Old age ne’er cools the Douglas’ blood;
I thought to slay him where he stood.
’Tis pity of him, too,” he cried;