THE LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LOS ANGELES A TALE OF LUDLOW CASTLE. BY THE REV. W. W. SKEAT, M.A. LATE FELLOW OP CHRIST'S COLLEGE, CAMBRIDGE, AND TRANSLATOR OF *'the songs and ballads of UHLAND." LOroON: BELL AND DALDY. CAMBRIDGE: DEIGHTON, BELL, AND CO. 1866. PRINTED BY JONATHAN PALMER. COIs^TENTS. PREFACE PHOLOGUE CANTO FIEST. THE RESCUE ... CANTO SECOND. THE ESCAPE CANTO THIRD, THE SURPRISE CANTO FOURTH. RESTITUTION APPENDIX Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2014 https://archive.org/details/taleofludlowcastOOskea PEEFACE. It is not my purpose to give here a full description of Ludlow Castle. Tor this I must refer the reader to the ''History of Ludlow," by T. Wright, F.S.A., a very well-written work, or to the abridgments of it to be found in the local guide-books. An historical account of the castle may also be found in Todd's Edition of Milton. Briefly, the castle may be thus described. Eoughly speaking, it is of a square form. The walls on the northern and western sides are high and strong, and rise abruptly from a steep gray rock ; at the foot of which, on the western side, flows the broad and somewhat shallow river Teme. On the other two sides, adjoining the town, the walls are lower, and more accessible, but were partly defended by a fosse. The principal entrance is through a gate- way-tower on the side nearest to the town. Passing through this, the visitor stands within the outer ward, which comprises a spacious and level area, now iv FREFAGE. known as the "outer green," and still put to good use for archery meetings, flower shows, and other such ''gatherings." The only tower of importance in this ward is on the farther side of the green, and is called Mortimer's tower. Very strong walls, in front of which is a wide and deep fosse, shut off the north- western angle from the rest, and together with the strongest part of the outer walls enclose the inner ward. This could only be approached by a drawbridge oyer the fosse, leading to a massive gate-way. Within the inner ward are all the principal buildings of the castle. The most noticeable of these are the Donjon or keep tower, (of which the basement story contains the dungeon of "Pendover," and the first story the warder's room) — a tower called the Lion's Den — the tower in which Prince Arthur (son of Henry VIL) died— the hall — the armoury — and a tower occupied by Edward Y. before his accession. iN'or must I omit the very interesting ITorman chapel, which presents the rare peculiarity of possessing a circular nave ; the nave, indeed, is now all that remains of it, though the site of the choir can be traced. The Tale of Ludlow Castle" which I here present to the reader is derived from a somewhat curious PREFACE. Y source. In the first volume of ''Leland's Collectanea" is a long extract with the title — Things excerptid oute of an old Englisch boke yn ryme of the Gestes of Guarine and his sunnes." We there learn that the greatest part of the castle was erected by Roger de Montgomery, a kinsman of William the Conqueror, as a stronghold against the Welsh. The .'N'orman chapel and other buildings were added by a ''strong and valiant knight/' named Joos, Joccas, or Gotso de Dinan,^ who obtained a grant of it in the last year of Stephen. In the reign of Henry II., however, the castle was claimed by Sir Walter de Lacy, as being his by inheritance; and this was the occasion of a long and obstinate feud. Sir Joce was assisted by Sir Guarine, who entrusted to his care the young Fulke Eitz-guarine to be instructed in deeds of arms. Next is narrated Fulke' s love for Ha vise. Sir Joce's daughter ; the defeat and imprisonment of Sir Walter de Lacy and his friend Sir Arnold de Lisle; their escape from prison; their surprise of the castle by night during Sir Joce's temporary absence ; and lastly, * Dinan (from the Welsh, dinas, a place where a chief dwells) was the old British name of the town, whilst Ludlow [i. e. People's hill) was the Saxon one. Both names seem to have heen used together, and one part of Ludlow is still called Dinham. vi PREFACE. their final defeat. This tale I have added to and slightly altered so as to make it suitable for a poem, at the same time adhering pretty closely to the main facts, if I may so term them. With the truth of these facts I am in no way concerned, though there is pos- sibly some real foundation for them. My object has simply been to furnish in an attractive form a veritable legend of Ludlow Castle, and to tell a tale that tra- dition has really attached to these very interesting ruins. Cambridge, Dec. 1865. PEOLOGUE, It seems a vision of some fairy land That charms with dreamy loveliness the sight, When by the Teme's swift-rolling flood we stand "Where Ludlow's towers uplift their ivied height, And watch the western sun's departing light, As, near the closing of a summer's day, It sheds on yonder walls of ancient might A golden gleam, that slowly fades away. As loath that sombre night should shroud the ruins gray! In our fair times of social peace, these tow'rs Proudly display their threatening strength in vain ; I^ot so when erst the hostile Cambrian pow'rs Essayed fierce inroads, and the border- chain Of strongholds vast their rage could scarce restrain. viii mOLOQTJE. Brave chiefs, once feared, now rest in death's long sleep ; These walls, memorials of their strife, remain. Still from their rocky base uprising steep ; And still— -scarce scathed by time — high frowns the Donjon-keep. Here, Edward,^ sped thy days of happiest date! Eich in a brother's love, thou didst not deem How soon a cruel uncle's treacherous hate Would sternly end thy pleasures short-lived dream. Sad. was the morn that with returning beam First hailed thee king ; when from this loved retreat Eor ever thou didst pass the silvery Teme, And clang of arms and tramp of hurrying feet Kose loud, as glistening knights swept down the throng- ing street. * Edward V. was proclaimed king at Ludlow, and very soon after left the castle, only to be murdered in the Tower of London. PROLOGUE. ix Hither the seventh's Henry's nobler son,* With many a pageant brave and trumpet-blast, Led home the princess of rich Arragon. The yellow leaves of autumn, falling fast, A mournful presage o'er the nuptials cast. Eeturning Spring, with new-born blossoms brave, To him but whispered of bright visions past; Alas! he knew how soon the grass would wave, And the wild flowerets bloom, above his early grave ! Still fancy can recal the scenes of life When warriors thronged the "green" at busy morn ; When jocund shouts and rude rough jests were rife. And by the circling walls were backward borne The vocal echoes of the stirring horn. When rival horsemen met in fierce career, And the stern victor eyed with lofty scorn The vanquished foe, and drank with greedy ear The shouts of high applause re-echoing far and near. * Prince Arthur, the first husband of Catharine of Arragon, married her at London on Nov. 14, 1501. Very soon afterwards he repaired with his bride to Ludlow Castle, where he died in the following April, regretted by the whole nation. FROLOGUE. And should such thoughts of olden grandeur fail Beside the pile the traveller's steps to stay, Yet may the charm of poets' dreams avail To throw a lustre o'er its dark decay; For here did Butler's vigorous pen pourtray His ''Hudibras;" here Milton's master hand Drew with a vivid touch the baleful sway Of " Comus" o'er his weird fantastic band, Whose spells Sabrina fair" dissolved with sweet command. While lingering o'er these memories of the past, The twilight pale hath deepened into night; Darkness around her mantle broad hath cast. Till one by one the stars with twinkling light Start forth to gem the heaven's o'er-arching height. Athwart the spangled curtain of the sky The castle rears its form of giant might, Keeping its lonely night-watch silently, Memorial vast and stern of ages long gone by. CONTENTS. PAGE PREFACE ... iii PROLOGUE vii CANTO FIRST. THE RESCUE 1 CANTO SECOND. THE ESCAPE 23 CANTO THIRD. THE SURPRISE 49 CANTO FOURTH. RESTITUTION 75 APPENDIX 99 A TALE OF LUDLOW CASTLE. CANTO FIRST. TSE RESCUE. When heaven is bright, and earth is gay; When youthful hearts are bounding light Impatient for th' impetuous fight, Or pant the huntsman's horn to hear Through vale and wood resounding clear; On such a morn^ how fair and bright The prospect from yon turret's height ! And hark! a footstep's clanking sound Far up the staircase dark and round Tells that some knight of stately stride Ascends to scan the landscape wide. JN'ow on the breezy top he stands; His giant frame, his sinewy hands Long used the brand and axe to wield In onset fierce on doubtful field— susNT morn in early May, B 2 CANTO I. His eyes, whose glances swift and bright Speak high command and conscioas might— His features that alike express Skill, courage, truth, and kindliness — His bearing bold and high, proclaim A warrior tried, of worth and fame; IS'o braver knight e'er belted sword; 'Tis Joce de Dinan, Ludlow's lord! II. The glorious scene he pleased surveys, Familiar from his earliest days. He watched the smooth and tranquil Teme Wind through the vale its silvery stream; [N'ow past its guardian towers it glides. And now 'neath hoary "Whitcliif slides, Till, shallower grown and wider spread, It gurgles o'er its rocky bed. He marked, as veiling clouds uprolled. Of Titterstone the outline bold, With gentle slope subsiding here. And downward there descending sheer; Then northward turned his roving sight To Caradoc's remoter height, (Named from the British king whose band 'Gainst Eoman power made desperate stand) ;^ Then gladly scanned the nearer plain, Corve's fertile dale, his own domain. TEE RESCUE. 3 III. His own domain — but hard to keep; Tor crafty foemen long to sweep Adown the vale, and reave or spoil The herdsman's care, the peasant's toil. Fain would De Lacy, fierce and bold. E'en wrest from Joce proud Ludlow's hold; And Mortimer had once essayed To seize the fort by ambuscade; But luckless his adventure proved : For, as thro' "Whitcliff woods he roved To place his spies, himself was found By some that ranged the thickets round, And, long to dungeon drear consigned. In lingering durance drooping pined, Till — heavy ransom duly told — He safe returned to Wigmore's hold; And still (memorial of his shame) The dungeon bears the baron's name.'^ IV. But Joce had held, through good and ill, "With strong right hand the castle still. When ceased the civil broil that raged 'Twixt Stephen and Matilda waged, 'Twas Joce the fortress fair that won For service brave to Stephen done, What time 'gainst Ludlow's rebel towers 4 CANTO L The monarcli ranged his hostile powers. And well could Joce the scene recal When, venturing near the guarded wall, IN'orthumbria's earl, king David's son,^ (The daring prince who well-nigh won The Standard at JN'orthallerton), By grappling-engine round him cast-— Despite his strength — was trammelled fast; And soon, so fixedly it clung, Dragged from his selle, in air had swung, But bold king Stephen forward sprung, Spurring to utmost speed. And heedless of the arrowy hail That showered on gorget, helm, and mail, Struck till the parting strands 'gan fail. And Scotland's prince was freed ! V. But not to deeds of former years, Or scenes long past, his fancy veers; He thinks of tidings newly brought, Of many a skirmish sternly fought, And many a too- successful raid By roving bands of Welshmen made; Then mourns the brave companion dear Who shared his hours of care or cheer. And — brother -like — with ready blade 'Gainst every foe lent matchless aid. — TEE RESCUE. 5 'Not many weeks have slowly past Since brave earl Warine breathed his last. Eest, rest in peace, brave knight! no more Thy peacock-crest shall proudly soar,* Long-famous since that happy day When in the tourney's mimic fray Thy prowess won thy lovely bride. Farewell, my comrade true and tried ! Oft have we battled side by side, Together marched with equal stride And striven for glory's wreath; No stroke could thee from me divide Save that sad stroke of death! And rightly did thy dying care To me confide thy youthful heir; For, taught by one that loves him well^ Small foresight may suffice to tell That Fulke Fitzwarine's name shall shine E'en brighter yet, brave earl! than thine. Contented could I meet mine end. Knowing his arm could well defend This castle, town, and fertile dale From all that dare their peace assail. And if Havise — but ha ! methought The flash of glistening arms I caught! Again! — From Whitcliff's grove appears A troop of horse with slanted spears; And crossing now yon verdant plain 6 CANTO I. From Bromfield rides a numerous train ! De Lacy's banner, floating fair, Bids me for deadly, strife prepare. Right well I know that milk-white steed, De Lacy well may praise its speed ! Who yonder shines in burnished steel? 'Tis young Sir Arnold, false De Lisle ! In firm array they venture nigh, Eesolved our castle's strength to try. Have these fond knights so soon forgot Rash Mortimer's ill-fated lot, And dare they hope yon banner brave O'er this high donjon e'er shall wave? 'Twere fitting chastisement, I deem, To check them ere they cross the Teme ! I vow nor shaft nor bolt shall fall To mar my castle's new-built wall!" VI. His purpose fixed, he hastened down With lips compressed and darkening frown, Summoned his knights with silent speed. Bade them at once take spear and steed And tow'rd the bridge well-ordered ride Ere reached the foe the river's side ; Commanded next that all who drew The arblast tense or stubborn yew Should line the river's nearer strand TEE RESCUE. 7 To gall the foes' advancing band, While friendly townsmen guard the ford At Ludford's shoals with pike and sword. This done, his favourite steed he sought. Shield, sword, and lance impatient caught; But ere he passed the outer green, With startled looks and anxious mien His only daughter crossed his way. "Stand back, Havise ! stand back, I say, 1^0 hour is this in talk to spend : For ne'er, since Mortimer was penned In yonder tower, was saucier deed Than now demands our swiftest speed." Then, marking not her mute surprise, To lead his valiant knights he flies. Swift through the sally-port had gone. And downward to the bridge dashed on. VII. Born in those times when strife and broil Left little scope for peaceful toil. When rival barons held their land By virtue of the strong right hand ; ]J^"aught knew Havise of weak alarms That shape a thousand baseless harms. Her spirit — like her sire's — was high; Her faultless form's fair symmetry. The radiance of her soft brown eyes. 8 CANTO L The lips that mocked the rose's dyes, The glowing cheeks, the auburn tress Recalled her mother's loveliness. Yet though so bright, so fair a flower, She had not blenched in danger's hour, ]N"or quailed at sight of blood, nor swooned To dress a warrior's ghastly wound. But now — a strange, unwonted chill, A horror of impending ill Had seized her; for her father's mood. By swerveless self-control subdued. Was seldom swayed by hasty ire — Yet now his wrathful eyes flashed fire ! 1 VIII. A sudden sense of loneliness Thrilled her young heart with keen distress. Who, if his fate should evil prove. Would shield her then with watchful love? Her guardian was her sire alone; A mother's love she ne'er had known; The brave old earl who joyed to hear Her voice's music soft and clear. And greeted her with welcome gay Each morn, from earth had passed away : And though perchance his youthful heir Had marked at times her beauty rare, Yet who his secret purpose knew^ TEE MESCUE. 9 For when was faithless man found true? Such thoughts confused, in rapid flood, O'ercame her wonted fortitude ; And, sinking on the grassy plain. She hides her face, but strives in vain To check th' o'erflowing tears that rise Unbidden to her clouded eyes. IX. Young Fulke that morn with rapturous eye Had watched the brightening Eastern sky, And gladly hailed the vapours gray That heralded a cloudless day. He longed with hawk on hand to rove Thro' flowery mead and leafy grove; He longed yet more, as trusted guide, To linger near Havise's side. A merlin had he trained with care Meet for the wrist of lady fair; But how in fitting terms to court The maiden coy to share the sport? Eor though he ne'er had borne him ill In feats of strength or tests of skill. Ear harder proves the task, I ween, To please a maid of beauteous mien ! Tho' bolder heart than his was none, ISTot yet the youth his spurs had won ; And therefore, though with secret joy 10 CANTO L His eyes would watch the maiden coy, Tho' but to touch her hand would fill His frame with swift, entrancing thrill, To breathe his love he still forbore. And— love concealing— loved the more ! X. Long time he paced his chamber round. And, lost in reverie profound, Beheld not how — like autumn gale That sweeps adown the yellowing vale — ■ Brave Joce's band, in haste to close, Barst furious on the advancing foes, I And hurled them back with bitter loss E'en as they thought the bridge to cross; How, by the fierce attack dismayed, Not long their flight De Lacy stayed; JN^or how, when every hope was vain, His knights in flight, his banner ta'en, De Lacy too was forced to yield To adverse fate, and fly the field. He heeded not the distant shout Of carnage, triumph, strife, and rout ; For Joce, who wished awhile to spare From dangerous broil Earl Warine's heir. Had charged that none the youth should tell How raged the combat fierce and fell. TEE RESCUE. 11 XI. Long time lie paced his chamber round; Then on his wrist the merlin bound. And hoping half — yet half afraid — Sought lingeringly the charming maid. XII. But when the weeping maid he found Low-crouching on the dew-bright ground, Well-nigh his heart for pity brake, And thus in gentlest tones he spake : — **Tell me, Havise, what sudden fears, What fate hath filled thine eyes with tears ? If aught, perchance, may soothe thy grief — If my poor aid can lend relief" — Havise looked up ; a scornful smile Seemed glimmering through her tears awhile, As thus she spake: — "Full-armed, my sire Rode hence but now with speed of fire ! What! canst not hear the air is rife With clash of arms and shouts of strife? My boding heart, with gloom opprest, Tells me my sire is sore distrest ; E'en now, beside the silvery Teme, Perchance his life-blood dyes the stream ! No matter this, my would-be friend, For gentle hawher's skill to mend!* 12 CANTO I. Go, check the heron's soaring flight, But mingle not in dangerous fight !" XIII. Stung to the quick, and grieved to hear That peril lurked her father near, He cast the merlin free to fly "Where'er she chose her flight to try; Took horse and spear in eager haste, On his left arm a buckler braced, Seized an old sword, ne'er stayed to don Steel helmet^ greave, or habergeon, But, sword in belt and spear in rest, 1 Forth issued on his venturous quest. XIV. In knight's and hawker's mixed array, With kirtle light of velvet gay. But spear in rest as one that knows He soon may meet with mortal foes. East o'er the bridge Eitzwarine strained; But when the further bank he gained, "Where rose in front steep "Whitcliff's side. Short wheeling to the right, he spied The tokens sad of desperate fray That, hideous, choked his onward way; For, round De Lacy's banner waged, 'Twas here the conflict wildest raged. TKE RESCUE. Awhile his courser's pace he stayed In hope of sign his quest to aid; High on the left, the knights pursued Their foemen through the sheltering wood, While scarce a living wight was seen To cross the valley's level green. Eut in his ears was ringing still Havise's augury of ill : E'en now, beside the silvery Teme, Perchance his life-hlood dyes the stream. For if (he thought) amidst his knights Her father rove the wooded heights, Pull many a friend will aye he nigh To save his lord from jeopardy; But if he keep the level mead, Too fast and far he soon may speed. With anxious heart and loosened rein He dashed along the verdant plain. XV. And 'sooth, the maiden's fears were right; Eor when He Lacy fled the fight, Joce, singling out the milk-white steed, Pursued alone with fiery speed; Por well he knew some speed were meet In one that chased that courser fleet. He Lacy kept the river-side, For there its swiftness best were tried; 14 CANTO I. But following still in swift career, His foeman points the threatening spear. XVI. But when De Lacy's searching eye Beheld — he thought — Sir Arnold nigh, And, turning, saw Sir Joce alone, His bugle-call was softly blown. Sir Arnold, with attendants twain, / The summons heard, nor heard in vain; And, checking soon his luckless chase, Eour foes at once the chieftain face; Well might a sense of peril thrill i The daughter's breast with horror's chill! XVII. Fast o'er the plain Eitzwarine flew; No lingering glance he fondly threw At those high towers where wept the fair, N'ow racked — perchance — with twofold care ! From mead to mead he spurred full fast, And soon the spot had swiftly passed Where Corve, slow-rolling, lends his stream To swell the swifter, broader Teme. Now, borne upon the wind, he hears The clang of shields, the clash of spears; Now nearer drawn, he well can see How, leaning 'gainst an ancient tree — TEE RESCUE. 15 Like stag that keeps the hounds at bay Who fear to seize the dangerous prey — Joce, shieldless and on foot, yet swayed With rapid whirl his dreaded blade. Assailants four around him pressed, Two squires, and two with knightly crest; Heaven grant he come not all too late To shield him from impending fate ! XVIII. Just then, as Joce made forward spring To deal a blow with stronger swing. Against a jutting root he tript, And forward stumbling, earthward slipt. Strike, Goddard, strike !" De Lacy cried, "Let one sure stroke his neck divide!" But ere could fall the threatened blow, ritzwarine's spear laid Goddard low. 'N^eath the raised arm an entrance wide It rent, and pierced from side to side; And, 'neath th' encounter's sudden force. Hurled to the ground, rolled man and horse. So eager had the contest been. He dealt the mortal stroke unseen; iN'or pausing yet, with ready hand — His spear released — he seized his brand; The fiery thrust was sped so well. The second squire from horseback fell 16 CANTO L IN'e'er from the crimsoned turf to rise, His life-blood ebbing fast; E'ext on Sir Arnold fierce he flies, And soon to earth had cast. But wakening from his first surprise, Aside he swerved with caution wise, And Fulke dashed harmless past. XIX. Sir Joce, meanwhile, had risen once more, And ere a moment's space was o'er, Observant of the happy chance, Sought and regained his horse and lance; And lightly lifted from the field With gladsome heart his silver shield. Where ramped in colours bright and bold Three lions — azure — crowned with gold.*^ Then gaining soon Eitzwarine's side, "With scornful laugh his foes defied : — ''Assailed, Sir knights, by Joce alone. Ye deemed the conquest all your own; But oft, in love and war, some change. Undreamt of, works deliverance strange; Here — two to two— once more we try "Whose might shall gain the mastery !" XX. Again, with now redoubled ire. More fiercely raged the combat dire; THE RESCUE. 17 De Lacy, fired with high disdain And vowing vengeance for the slain, Assails his youthful foe; IS'ow showers his rapid blows like rain, IS'ow, charging fast, essays in vain To deal a downright blow. Hard was Pitzwarine's task, I ween, His face, his breast from wounds to screen ; Small aid may hawker's cloak afford 'Gainst thrust of lance or stroke of sword; Yet free from cumbering coat of steel, More prompt his power to charge or wheel Or shun the threatening brand; And sooner might his courser feel His master's guiding hand. XXI. But vainly must Sir Arnold hope With Joce's giant strength to cope; For where could knight be found, whose hand 'Gainst Joce's might could singly stand? His flashing sword so swift was driven It lightened like the flaming levin; As fierce his onset's sudden shock As waves the reeling ship that rock; His foeman strives no less in vain Than vessel with the surging main, Eorne back perforce, retreating slow, c 18 CANTO I. He shuns, yet fronts th' advancing foe. The foe, relentless, pressed so hard, Yain was his utmost skill to guard ; His arm received a wound so sore He scarce could wield his weapon more; '*I yield me to thy grace" — he cried; "I grant thy life" — Sir JToce replied; "Yet, by my faith, in Ludlow's towers Thou needst must pass some weary hours, And learn, methinks, to cease awhile Prom insult vain and foolish guile." XXII. E'en as he spake, a cry was heard; A band of knights at speed appeared, Who, ceasing from successful war, Had sought their chieftain long and far. As captives noWj with humbled pride, He Lacy and Sir Arnold ride The high encircling walls within "Which late their daring hoped to win, And soon from strife and toil reposed, Ey Pendover's strong walls enclosed.' XXIII. jS'eeds not to tell what joy possessed The loving daughter's happy breast As swift to meet her sire she flew. TEE RESCUE. 19 And round his neck her arms she threw With clinging, close embrace; I^or how, when from that sire she knew To whose strong arm his life was due, A blush sulFused her face ! IsTor how, for words of bitter blame, From Fulke's own lips she craves with shame Forgiveness full and free ! How next from him she fain would know The tale at length — how sank the foe, "Where stood the friendly tree. I wot, tho' long the tale to tell, She deemed he told it passing well; Tho' if the truth revealed may be, 'Twas somewhat disconnectedly ! Yet ever from that blissful hour, The. maid, within her fragrant bower, A merlin tame would love to tend That called to mind an absent friend. NOTES TO CANTO PIEST. ^ Page 2, Stanza ii. Then northward turns his roving sight To Caradoc's remoter height, learned from the British king. One of the Stretton hills is called Caer Caradoc, or simply Caradoc. It is supposed to have been occupied as a place of en- campment by Caradoc (Caractacus) when he fought against Ostorius. 2 Page 3, Stanza iii. A.nd still, memorial of his shame, ' ■ The dungeon bears the baron's name. Mortimer's tower is the only tower of importance in the outer courtyard of the castle. It is situated at no great distance from the drawbridge over the inner fosse. See Canto iv., Stanza xii. 3 Page 4, Stanza iv. Northumhria' s earl, king David's son. Prince Henry, earl of Northumberland, and son of David, king of Scotland, was rescued by Stephen at the siege of Ludlow^ Castle in the manner here described. It was he who led the Scots to the charge at the battle of " the Standard." NOTES TO CANTO 1. 21 ^ Page 5, Stanza v. Bestj rest in peace^ brave Jcnight ! no more Thy peacock crest shall proudly soar. Compare the following extract from the " Gestes of Guarine" referred to in the preface. " "William (of EUesmere) had issue eleven daughters, whereof Helene was married to Alane's heyre : and Mellet the secunde, wold have none hut a knight of very nobil hardines. "Wherefore her father promised by crye that noble yong men should meate at Peverels place in the Peke, and he that provid hymself in feates of armes, should have Mellet his doughter, with the castle of "Whitington. Guarine cam to this enterprice, and there faute with a sunne of the king of Scotland, and also with a Baron of Burgoyne, and vanquish' d them bothe. Guarine had a sheld of sylver, and a proude pecock upon his heaulme creste. Guarine wedded Mellet, and had a sunne caullid Fulco. Joos, a knight, was left as governer to yong Fulco." ^ Page 11, Stanza xn. No matter this, my would-be friend^ For gentle haioJcer's skill to mend. "Joos had a daughter caullid Hawise, whom Fulco Gwarine entirely lovid, and seying her in great dolour, askid the cause of her sorrow, and she answerid that it was no matier for an hauker to amende." — Gestes of Guarine. 6 Page 16, Stanza xix. Where ramped, in colours bright and bold, Three lions — azure — crowned with gold. " Joos bare a sheld of sylver, with thre blew lions coronid with gold." — Gestes of Guarine, 22 NOTES TO CANTO I. Page 18, Stanza xxii. J.nd soon from strife and toil reposed, By Pendover's strong walls enclosed. The ground-floor of the keep-tower is occupied by the dungeon, formerly called Pendover. Sir Walter de Lacy and Sir Arnold were confined here for some time. For a fuller description of this gloomy prison see Canto ii. Stanza i. CANTO SECOND. THE ESCAPE. I. THREE weary months the captive twain In Pendover's dark hold had lain; Pierced through its walls of massive stone Window or loophole there was none. jSTo break was in the even wall Save one low doorway, deep and small, With studded door of stubborn oak Made safe and sure with bolt and lock. jS'o ray of cheering sunshine fell Within that dank and dismal cell, Save the dim radiance faintly shed Through gratings in the floor o'erhead. That covered close, 'gainst pressure proof, Two openings in the vaulted roof. Through these was lowered with daily care Of dainty food abundant share; For Joce had charged the warder treat The captive knights with kindness meet 'So less than if, as guests, they shared The meal for banquet-hall prepared. 24 CANTO 11. Through these the prisoners oft could hear Loud bursts of mirth and festive cheer; Stout Hugh the warder's wondrous tale Told slowly o'er the nutbrown ale, Or rade rough jests and songs go round Till shook the ponderous walls with sound. JS'ot seldom too they gladly hear The tuneful voice and laughter clear Of one for whom — and whom alone — The burly Hugh would lower his tone, And speak in accents soft, subdued. As one who maiden fondly wooed; 'Eox did the winsome Marion seem Displeased to find her charms his theme. II. E'er winsome Marion's voice alone Familiar to their ears had grown; At times would ope the dungeon-door, And, by the torch a menial bore, The damsel's form each captive sees Attendant on the fair Havise, Who (swayed by gentle ruth) would come To cheer awhile the dungeon's gloom. And dress, with Marion's skilful aid. The wounds her father's sword had made. Then would He Lacy's words be few. As though he shunned such interview ; TEE ESCAPE. For ill his haughty soul could brook Consoling tone or pitying look. Eut young Sir Arnold, blithe and gay As singing-bird on summer-spray, From theme to theme with ease would range, Well-skilled to please with frequent change; With critic's air would now discourse On falcon's flight, or high-bred horse; Or how he late had crossed the sea To fight the French in Normandie; Or how king Henry — soul- dismayed — At Becket's shrine dae penance paid. And — since the scourge he meekly bore- Had known prosperity once more. III. Bat though he spoke with jaanty air, His eyes, with close-observant care. Would scan each face, and quick detect With ready ease each word's elfect. Well- skilled in every softer art That soothes or charms the female heart, His courteous words, his handsome face Were such as gain fair lady's grace. He plied his utmost skill to please With word and glance the fair Havise; But soon he knew each art was vain ; For though she owned soft pity's reign, 26 CANTO II. Her spirit innocent and pure Prom erring thoughts was all-secure. But in her quick companion's eye There shone a wondering sympathy, And well he guessed her heart was one That trembles soon at passion's tone; That, treasuring long a loving glance In secret half-unconscioas trance. Soon learns to feel the hidden fire Of fond, impetuous, strong desire, Till, urged by hope or wild despair. What will such loving heart not dare? And therefore, while in converse gay The short half-hour was whiled away. He watched with all -attentive view Her frequent smile, her changing hue. IV. Three months had passed, uncertain May Gave place to June's yet brighter day ; June yielded to July's hot hours O'ercast by dark tempestuous showers; And August saw the shadows borne, Wave after wave, o'er bending corn. And broad green dell and wood-crowned height Hailed tranquil Autumn's mellowed light. Once more Havise the prison sought. And message from her father brought, TEE ESCAPE. How — if they list — Sir Joce once more Their freedom lost would soon restore. ''Believe, Sir knights, my generous sire, Intent on peace, doth naught require Save this alone : a promise given On knightly faith — so help you heaven — That never, from the happy hour In which ye quit this darksome tower Till, stretched upon the battle-plain The warrior's glorious death ye gain. Will ye with hostile arms assail This castle, town, and fruitful vale, Eut still be peaceful, friendly, true. As we in peace leave yours and you. "Well may the crafty Welshmen smile To find ye aid their treacherous guile, To see you draw the knightly sword Against the Marches' staunchest lord! 'Tis to repel their murderous bands That — sentry-like — this castle stands. 'Tis but to aid the English cause His battle-brand my father draws. 'Twas England's king that bade him tame Their courage, fierce as wasting flame. And quell by inroads swift and wide Their spirit wild, their ancient pride. Oh shame! that these barbarian hordes See discord reign 'twixt English lords! 28 CANTO 11. Our variance is their strength and life, They triumph through our senseless strife. - E'en though ye lend us not your aid When we their wild retreats invade, Scorn base, unpatriotic broil; Lest, while ye hope our lands to spoil. Your misdirected strength shall bring Shame on your country and your king!" V. She paused— with animation fired, She showed like prophetess inspired. E'en stern De Lacy's stubborn breast The justice of her words confessed. E'en false, ungenerous De Lisle The worth of noble minds could feel. Eor in those old heroic days That oft have won too -lavish praise, A tortured foe, a severed head Had caused but slight dispraise or dread, JSfor oft could prisoners hope to find A foe humane, a gaoler kind. VI. But if De Lacy's mind was swayed A moment by the pleading maid, The next, in cold defiant tone His fixed resolve was plainly shewn. THE ESCAPE. *'In vain Sir Joce his hand extends, And thinks to call his foes his friends. In vain he sends — his cause to plead — One who might surely hope to speed. But know, that ere th' usurper rent From Maud the reins of government, And gave to many a favoured knight The prizes of his lawless might, My sire — not thine, fair maid — had power Within fair Ludlow's town and tower! Perish De Lacy's honoured name Tf e'er I waive my lawful claim !^ Disgrace sit on my coward brow. If e'er I break my plighted vow That ne'er — while Joce is Ludlow's lord — My father's heir will sheathe his sword ! I well believe Sir Joce's heart Is prompt to act a generous part, Eut base were I to buy release By promise false of future peace!" VII. Replied Havise — *^With joy I brought Good hope of truce, nor e'er had thought My peaceful words would meet reply Fraught with defiance stern and high. To-day we hoped, in fair accord. Two new-made friends would grace our board; 30 CANTO 11. But now, all reconcilement past, This visit, sirs, must prove my last; To those that, warned, will still rebel, Havise must bid a long farewell." VIII. She turned; the door with clattering jar Was closed; creaked slowly bolt and bar. Dull echoes rolled around the cell, Then momentary silence fell, Till, bursting into laughter brief, Sir Arnold thus addressed his chief: — "'Tis well for thee, my worthy friend. In loathsome den thy days to spend. But — by thy leave — I fain would share The sunshine free and freshening air. Why couldst not thou thy promise plight And — break it on occasion slight? Or why to fortune grudge to bow, Because thou needst must keep a vow? Why not example take by those Who swear from Saracenic foes To free for aye the Holy Land, And plant the Cross on Judah's strand ? When after many a vain essay They gladly take their homeward way. How few their sacred vows constrain To seek that fatal shore again! TSE ESCAPE. Who keeps his faith? 'Eot sceptred king, Provoked by mad ambition's sting; Not CO artier, who forgets in power The friend he loved in adverse hour; JS'ot loving youth, whose eye hath seen A maid of more attractive mien ; Nor churchman, who forgives a wrong, Yet cherishes resentment strong; Or, swearing to observe the laws. Adds secretly some saving clause.^ x\nd why, where aught acquits the priest^ Must knight from vows be ne'er released? But howsoe'er thy thoughts may tend, Not here I hope my days to spend If promise fair or ransom large Have power to work my free discharge. No more our eyes will see, I fear, Havise's sweet companion here; Else might I, Marion ! hope to find Thy heart to gentle ruth inclined. And oh! if e'er by happy chance A flattering tone or tender glance Could free me from this hateful hold — 'Twould save some store of useful gold! When last we fought that luckless fight, I well believe Sir Joce spake right, That ''oft, in love and war, some change, Undreamt of, works deliverance strange" — 32 CANTO 11. Then dare we still with fate to cope, IN'or, whilst we live, abandon hope !" IX. Three tedious days had come and gone, And now the fourth dull eve drew on. Again the captive knights could hear Loud bursts^of song and noisy cheer That filled the warder's room above With sounds confused that revellers love. ''Our friends o'erhead"' — Sir Arnold cries — " Well know how time most gaily flies : Could I but at their table sit And share the flow of wine and wit. Soon, free from tones of plaint or care, My voice should ring the blithest there ; And still, though pent in prison strong, These walls shall hear my gayest song:" — ^ Sir Arnold's Song. King Henry was hasting from Woodstock bower; ISTe'er had he gazed on a fairer flower; When a corpulent monk he was 'ware of soon Who craved of his majesty's grace a boon. '* A boon !" said the monk, and in anguish dire He cast himself down in the yielding mire; THE ESCAPE. 33 Thrice was he choked by the tears that rose As he strove to utter his grievous woes. ''To thee" — he rtiuttered at last — "belongs The right to redress our grievous wrongs: Unless he is checked by a monarch's might, Our Abbot will famish his monks outright. For know ! as we sat at our meal this day, Three dishes he caused to be borne away; And much we fear — ere a week be o'er — He'll take from our table at least three more !" ''Three more!" — quoth the monarch with wondering mien — "How many at once on the board are seen? And tell me how many were left, I pray, When the three good dishes were borne away?" "We had once thirteen, and were hungry then, But now — to our sorrow — we have but ten." " But ten !" — quoth the monarch — " why, three are all That ever are seen in our banquet-hall. "Ye scarcely can ask that a churchman's board Should be than a monarch's more richly stored: Then tell your Abbot — we here decree That ye dine— like kings — upon dishes three." i 34 CANTO 11. X. "Peace, Arnold! peace" — De Lacy cried- — ''When wilt thou lay thy jests aside? Thine impious satire ever flings Disgraceful scoffs on sacred things, T'orgetting Holy Church hath power To shrive thee in thy dying hour;" — ''Yes! aad the shriving monks are prone To add to others' sins their own. Strange rumoars reach the ear at times Of priests who practise darker crimes Than simple sinful knight would dare : E'en now there breathe in freedom's air A hundred who in open light Have done to death some worthy knight/ And who, because their heads are shorn, Hold pains and penalties in scorn! Eat if thou list to hear a strain Conceived in more romantic vein, My song of those delights shall be "We lost by our captivity : — ■ Sir Arnold's Second Song. "Returning Spring wakes earth to life,^ With twittering birds and blossoms rife, That mirth and gladness bring; Bright daisies deck the verdant dale. Her descant pours the nightingale, Each bird doth blithely sing. THE ESCAPE. " The throstle pipes his challenge loud, !N'aught recks he now of winter's shroud, Since earth is green with spring : Aloft he sits on budding spray; In joyous tone he trills his lay Till loud the woodlands ring. "The rose puts on her ruddiest hue; The leaflets, bright with glistening dew, Eeflect the sunny glare ; Beside the softly- sliding stream, That murmurs on in quiet dream, Gay flowerets blossom fair. "Deer rustle through the tangled brake. The wildfowl skims the silver lake, The lark is poised in air; And now through sweet secluded grove With youthful knight should maiden rove Secure from coil and care." XI, Sad by degrees his voice had grown, And losing all its joyous tone In melancholy cadence died; Across his vision seemed to glide The phantom of an injured maid ; Too well he knew the pensive shade, 36 CANTO II. For conscience to his shuddering view Unerringly the picture drew. E'en as he sang, the revellers gay — The revel ceased— had gone their way. Contrasted with their noisy cheer, I^ow seemed the silence doubly drear. Dejection on the prisoners fell: Shall naught their hopeless gloom dispel? Shall freedom come no more? — But hark! who seeks the gloomy cell, "Whose hand unbars the door? The glowing hand that shades the light Eeflects it on her features bright. And well the wondering knights can trace The winsome Marion's form and face. XII. ^'"What happy chance" — De Lacy cries — '^Hath wrought for us this sweet surprise?" ''Alas! sir knights, I scarce can tell What thoughts confused my steps impel; But most — I think — compassion true, To ill-deserved misfortune due. Hath led me hitherward, to ask If knights of fame can deign to task A feeble woman's faithful zeal In aught that tends to work their weal. THE ESCAPE. True friends — methought — by ransom high Might yet procure your liberty." With trembling voice and downcast eyes She speaks; a blush her features dyes. For, touched by fear, her conscious heart Tells her she acts a doubtful part. 'Twas not compassion led her there; She scarce had thought Sir Joce would spare For countless gold his daring foes, Untamed as yet by misery's woes. 'Twas but to meet Sir Arnold's look The keys from sleeping Hugh she took; 'Twas but to hear his voice once more Her trembling hand unclosed the door; And now, suffused with bashful shame. She half repents that e'er she came. XIII. But quick her changing hue to mark. Sir Arnold cries — ''Alas! how dark, How doubly dark our dungeon's gloom. How sad the prisoners' living tomb Hath seemed, since last we gazed upon Thy beauteous form, sweet Marion! How welcome now thy beauty bright That deigns to cheer our dismal night ! I^e'er canst thou know how pure a fire Of earnest, passionate desire 38 CANTO 11. Thy form, with rarest graces blest, Hath kindled in mine ardent breast ! Content were I for aye to dwell In yet more dismal dungeon-cell, If oft — as now — mine eyes might con Thy lovely bloom, sweet Marion ! Ah ! trust me, Marion, maiden fair, E'en by thine-own white hand I swear, E'en as the patient earth doth yearn With ceaseless hope for Spring's return, Mine only wish — ere life is o'er — Hath been, to see thy face once more I Awake, the listless hours I while In musing o'er thy kindly smile; Asleep, thine image haunts my dreams ; A golden bliss around me gleams Whene'er in visions bright I press My lips to thine in fond caress ! And oh! if e'er, in future hour, Thy lover leaves this irksome tower. My heart's sole-cherished hope shall be To share fair freedom's joys with thee : Eor what were freedom, what were life, Reft of the hope to call thee — wife ! What though I seem a knight of fame, And thou a maid of humble name ? l^ot mine the heart depraved, unjust, That dares betray a maiden's trust: TEE ESCAPE. And if thou deign this ring to take And wear it for thine Arnold's sake, The token fair it aye shall be My troth is plight to wed but thee !" XIV. Dumb with amaze, fair Marion heard With tingling ears each ardent word; Her every doubt aside was cast, Her heart's fond hope she learns at last, And knows the nameless sweet unrest That sent her on her venture as quest Was but the glimmering dawn of love I And ah ! she ne'er had hoped to prove The exquisite, the perfect bliss To find her love returned like this ! 1^0 more her eyes are downward bent ; A trustful, tearful glance she sent That told what joys her bosom filled, What radiant hopes her spirit thrilled. Advancing now, by love made bold. She takes the ring of glittering gold, And bends to kiss her lover's hand, Herself to seal the sacred band; Then starting up in sudden fear. Exclaimed — " I may not linger here I My venture as act is known to none. And scarce may quick detection shun, 40 CANTO II. If, ere his keys may be replaced, From slumbering Hugh his dreams be chased." *'The warder sleeps? The keys are near?" De Lacy cries — ^'Why stay we here? Come, Arnold, if thou darest, with me; Be bold, be cautious, and be free !" ''JN'ay" — Marion cries— each gate is barred, A trusty band_ at each keeps guard: How to the outer ward to cross Except ye swim the brimming fosse? Vain is the hope !"-—'' Then wherefore prate, raise girl ! of zeal to aid our fate ? Eesolved the desperate chance to try, Alone I go— nor fear to die !" XV. ''A moment pause! De Lacy, stay! Oh save him, Arnold! Peace, I pray! A moment hear ! I yet may aid — Be by thy Marion's guidance swayed ! Without my help, your doom is sealed; One only chance your lives may shield; The only path to 'scape your doom Lies through the sleeping warder's room. Tread noiselessly with bated breath; A slip, a sound is certain death!" She turned the venturous path to shew; With silent steps and breathing low THE ESCAPE. They singly passed the narrow door, Then sharply to the left they bore, Groped through a passage dark and small Contrived within the massive wall,^ Then leftward turning once again A chapel entered, bare and plain. Disused and damp the walls appeared, (And aye had been, since Joce had reared A newer chapel fair and brave. With chevroned porch and rounded nave). The chapel crossed, a flight they found Of steps of stone that, circling round. Soon gave the warder's room to view. Where slept the all-unconscious Hugh Still leaning o'er the festive board With stoups and flagons amply stored, While, stretched upon the rush- strewn floor, Were slumbering boon-companions four, Who ne'er had slept so sound a sleep Save for the flagons wide and deep. With stealthy steps they glided past. And won the farther door at last; Along the covered way they went That gained the outer battlement; Along the rampart's giddy height Swift hurried on with footsteps light. And reached, unmarked by watchman's ken, A distant tower — the 'Lion's Den.' 42 CANTO IL XVI. Beside a window high they stood, And marked with joy Teme's winding flood That, lit by moonlight cold and gray, ']N"eath wreathing mists pursued its way; "While all the glimmering landscape round, In tranquil slumber softly bound. Filled soothingly each captive's breast "With thoughts of safety, peace, and rest. Then Marion broke the silence dead : ''Here rest awhile" — she softly said — ''If hence, sir knights, ye dare descend. Your hour of peril soon shall end. 'Tis high; but wait my quick return. And Marion yet your thanks shall earn !" XVII. Ere long — but in that lonely tower They seemed to wait a weary hour — She came, and 'neath her arm she bore Of cords and cloths an ample store. In haste the twisted knots they wound, Then twined an end the stanchion round; In haste De Lacy gained the ground And gaily waved adieu; But young De Lisle awhile delayed, And clasping close the blooming maid, TEE ESCAPE. A lingering long farewell he bade And pledged his faith anew. He too descends; she yet can see Her lover's form on yonder lea, And now 'tis seen no more ! — Then bursting into bitter tears, Her courage yields to boding fears; How sad the lonely night appears, Her dream of rapture o'er ! IJiTOTES TO CANTO SECOND. 1 Page 29, Stanza vi. Ferish Be Lacy^s honoured name, If e'er I waive my lawful claim. Sir "Walter de Lacy claimed the castle as having been for- merly held by his father, Sir Hugh de Lacy. Sir Joce resisted the claim, as having been appointed governor by king Stephen himself. Hence De Lacy's attempt to seize it by force. It may be added that, notwithstanding his failure upon this occasion, he did actually acquire the castle some thirty years later, in the reign of John. 2 Page 31, Stanza viii. Or, swearing to observe the laws, Adds secretly some saving clause. When Henry II. asked Becket and the bishops if they would promise to abide by the ancient laws and customs, they answered that they would, saving the honour of God and of the Holy Church." There is venom in that answer," remarked the king, with equal bitterness and truth. 3 Page 32, Stanza ix. King Henry was hasting from Woodstock bower. The story here told is to be found in Giraldus Cambrensis, and proves that the luxuriousness of the priests had already begun to attract attention. However trivial it may seem, it is very characteristic of the times. NOTES TO CANTO 11. 45 4 Page 34, Stanza x. E'en now there breathe in freedom's air A hundred who in open light Have done to death some ivorthy knight. It is said that there were in England at this time a hundred priests who had been convicted of murder, and who had not paid the penalty of their crime. 5 Page 34, Stanza x. Returning Spring wakes earth to life. This song (especially the first verse) is a modern paraphrase of one of our oldest English ballads, which is referred to the time of Edward L, and which begins as follows: — Lenten ys come with love to toune, With blosmen ant with briddes roune, that al this blisse bryngeth; Dayes-eges in this dales. Notes suete of nyhtegales, uch foul song singeth. The threstelcoc him threteth oo, A-way is huere wynter wo. When woderove springeth ; This foules singeth ferle fele, Ant wlyteth on huere wynter wele, that al the wode ryngeth. The interpretation of which is as follows : — Lenten, spring — come to toune, come in its turn — blosmen, blossoms — briddes roune, birds' twittering — dayes-eges, day's eyes or daisies — uch foul, each bird — huere, their (?) — woderove, wood ruff—ferlj fele, wonders many — wlyteth, look rotmd, pi. (?). As to the meaning of the 46 NOTES TO CANTO II. seventh line, perhaps it signifies that the throstle threatens them [j. e. the other birds) by calling out " oo" (e. e. stop !) to them ; for it is tolerably clear that heralds commanded silence formerly by shouting out oo or hoo. "An herowd on a scaffold made a Jioo, Til al the noyse of the pepul was i-doo." Chaucer's Knightes Tale. — 6 Page 40, Stanza xv. Groped through a passage dark and small Contrived within the massive wall. One of the curiosities of Ludlow Castle is a singular passage in one of the side walls of the dungeon of Pendover. It connects two doorways which are very near together, and upon the same side of the cell. The nature of this recess gave rise to an absurd story that a lion was kept here to devour the prisoners whenever it was thought expedient. It has been, however, very satisfac- torily accounted for by Mr. Thos. "Wright, F.S.A., in his sketch of Ludlow Castle. He says — " I am inclined to think, by ap- pearances, that there has been a transverse wall, dividing this basement room into two, and that this dividing wall ran across the room exactly between the two entrances to the passage of which we are speaking. Now, if we can suppose that the builder was unwilling to weaken this transverse wall by making a door in it, preferring for the sake of strength to make a passage of communication in the solid wall of the building with a door at each end, we should have a ready and simple explanation. In this case the one apartment may have been a prison, while the other still served as a chapel ; and it must be observed that the two openings in the roof communicate with the second part and not with the chapel." The hinges of the doors may be still seen. NOTES TO CANTO 11. 47 (or YdAher felt in the obscurity), though the doors have long dis- appeared. Besides this, there are two ornamental arches in the wall in the part which was the old chapel, which would have been unnecessary in a dungeon. The present chapel, which stands in the inner courtyard, is noticeable for its circular nave. It was built by Joce de Dinan; the Keep Tower (including Pendover) having been built by Eoger de Montgomery, in the reign of "William I. CANTO THIRD. TSE 8UItFBISE. I. OT long the morrow's joyous sun Had radiantly his course begun, Ere all the busy courtyard rang With warlike preparation's clang. Far-flashing rays reflected glance From shield and helmet, axe and lance. The careful archers scan once more Their twanging bows and arrowy store. The banners wave, the chargers neigh; The ranks are formed, the trumpets bray; The ponderous gates asunder fly; ISTow through the gateway broad and high Moves proudly forth the warlike host, The bravest band the West can boast, And every warrior's mien implies A more than common enterprise. Sir Guy L'Estrange, Sir Kalph De Yere Advance on high the threatening spear; The raven Corbet's shield displays, ''Whose food kind Providence purveys;"^ E 50 CANTO III. And, fain to flesh his maiden sword, Eitz-Eichard — Eichard's-Castle's lord— His weapon bright doth sway; Last of the train, and side by side, Sir Joce and Fulke Eitzwarine ride With lightsome hearts and gay : Well might their hearts be filled with pride To view that fair array! II. But not in vain that martial show ; Soon may they meet a dangerous foe 'Gainst whom their strength and skill to try Will task their utmost bravery. Eor, ere the morning's earliest ray Brake through the shroudlike vapours gray, In eager haste a youthful friar, Despatched by Bromfield's worthy Prior,^ The Lord of Ludlow's tower had sought, And news of weighty import brought — How '^Jorwerth, Prince of Wales, enraged To hear Sir Joce so well had waged The battle 'gainst De Lacy's band. Had sworn that soon his own right hand Should wrest perforce the dungeon-key And set the captive warriors free. Beside him drew his dreaded brand Cyveilioc, lord of Powys-land, THE SURPRISE. And valiant Ehys, with glance of flame; (The chiefs who earned long-envied fame What time; 'mid Berwjm's hills at bay, They foiled King Henry's proud array Already, like a rising tide, Their bands o'erspread the champaign wide, And now tow'rd Lndlow's rocklike hold Impetuously their surges rolled" — Thus far his tale the friar had told When — pale with wild dismay — In haste the warder sought his chief, And soon, in words confused and brief, Told how the guarded prey. By cunning sleight that passed belief. Or magic's potent sway, Had burst — unseen — their irksome thrall, Had swum the fosse, had scaled the wall. And freely gone their way! III. Unmoved, Sir Joce the tidings heard; Within his heart such wonder stirred For very disbelief he smiled; Till, roused by Hugh's amazement wild. Himself he searched the castle through And proved th' unwelcome tidings true ! The dungeon-door, unbarred and wide. The only trace of flight supplied. 52 CANTO III. So wondrous their escape appeared At once the knight some treason feared, Yet utterly was foiled to guess Whom first to charge with faithlessness; Save that upon his thoughts was thrust A momentary dark mistrust; For who so oft had sought the cell As that dear child he loved so well? But stifling such unworthy thought. His daring heart this counsel brought, That not the less for this mischance 'Twere well to check the foes' advance. "li boots not now" — he thought— ''to rage O'er captives that have burst their cage, Or idly grieve in childish tone Eecause, forsooth, the birds have flown. Tho' 'scaped at length, they scarce are fain To venture near these walls again; So finds my hand a freer play To brush these hornet- swarms away. Por though each wild, ill-ordered band As thick as waving corn should stand. Our warriors, armed in mail complete, Shall ride them down like trampled wheat. Some thirty knights may here abide With fourscore soldiers true and tried These towers from all surprise to shield; The rest this hour shall take the field, THE SURPRISE. And soon the blustering Welsh shall see A foe shall teach their hordes to flee, And seek with fear-incited feet In rocks and caves a last retreat." So onward through the gateway wide, "With gleaming helms and crests of pride, The mail-clad knights rejoicing ride. Their warlike leader's boast; And onward as they wind their way, Right eager to partake the fray, Stout burghers swell the proud array — God speed the gallant host! They sink from view in yonder dale. "With Edric now abides the tale, The Saxon friar, who rests awhile Within the castle's stately pile Ere, leaving war's triumphal shows, He seeks the convent's staid repose. IS'ot his the heart that ne'er would bound To hear the trumpet's stirring sound; IN'ot his the timorous hand, the eye That shrinks in fear from danger nigh. Ke'er had he dwelt in convent-cell Save for the gloom that o'er him fell In that sad hour when, grief-subdued, Beside his sister's grave he stood, 54 CA NTO III. Who, wooed and won, then tost aside, As fades a rose, had drooped and died. Ah ! with what agony he gave Its victim to the yawning grave ! The sister whom in childhood's hours He oft had crowned with woodland flowers- The sister, whose elastic form His cloak had screened in many a storm — Whom now he nevermore may greet Till, freed from sin, in heaven they meet. . V. But still, tho' oft in prayer he knelt, One evil thought within him dwelt ; (For oft on most unworldly mood Will thoughts of darkest crimes intrude) ; ''Why let the dastard I^orman live? Or wherefore must my heart forgive The wretch who lightly dared destroy Dear Edith's innocence and joy? Tho' proudly waves his knightly crest, Rank falsehood fills Sir Arnold's breast, And ill for him the fatal hour That puts his life in Edric's power!" VI. O'ershadowed by the sacred pile Sir Joce had reared, he rests awhile. TSE SURFRISE. Again his mind revolves its hate Of him who left him desolate, When, glancing tow'rd a window high, A lovely vision meets his eye, A maiden fair who long surveys The Donjon keep with pensive gaze. What raises she to touch her lips? Some glittering gaud ? But see — it slips — It falls — upon the tarf it lies; By kindness urged, he forward flies; What finds he? 'Tis the ring of gold, Well-wrought in many a twisted fold, Fair Edith gave the false De Lisle ! A moment seemed his brain to reel — The next — he judged it best to try If craft could solve the mystery. VII. With quiet step and thoughtful air He slowly mounts the winding stair^ Till, near her chamber-door, he meets Fair Marion, who her thanks repeats, And, glad at heart, but ill conceals The deep, the anxious joy she feels. Then spake the friar- — "This toy receive, Tho' — were it lost — 'twere ill to grieve : For what are gauds like these but dross? Of earthly wealth, how light the loss! 56 CANTO III. Yet might this ring some worth possess If— as I think I rightly guess — 'Twas given thee by the brave De Lisle ! N'ay, start not ! I can well conceal "Whate'er confessing lips reveal. Know, daughter, once his generous aid Preserved my life from robber's blade, And how can human heart forget So grave a risk, so large a debt? Ah! would that he could now be near, My blessings and my thanks to hear !" ^'Ah! would he were as near" — she sighed — ■ ''As yesterday at eventide, Yet not within yon dungeon drear!" ''Ha!" — Edric cried — "was he then here? I somewhat heard of captives flown, But knew not he indeed was one! Upon thy head all blessings 'light If thou didst aid Sir Arnold's flight ! That conscious blush ! 'twas thou ! 'twas thou ! And know'st thou where he lingers nowf "He rode at brave De Lacy's side When 'gainst this fort's embattled pride The mad assault he rashly led ; With him was ta'en, with him hath fled, And now, perchance, as honoured guest In Wigmore's hold doth gladly rest; Eor Mortimer delighted shews All kindness to this castle's foes. THE SURPRISE. Ah! if thou wouldst indeed reqaite The service of that noble knight, Pind means that he may straight receive The scroll that to thy hands I give I" He smiled assent: with trembling haste A letter brief her fingers traced, Confined it with a silken band, And placed the scroll in Edric's hand. YIII. The river crossed, np Whitcliff's side "With vigorous steps behold him stride> jSTow hath he gained the Upper Wood, A cool, umbrageous solitude,* Where, 'neath an oak-tree's spreading shade, His onward way awhile he stayed. Here resting, with unshrinking hand He soon untied the silken band, And leisurely perused the scroll That breathed her passion's inmost soul. With loving words encompassed round. This meaning at the last he found : — That Joce to fight the Welsh had gone; That small was now the garrison; That, if he list, he safely might Eevisit her he loved to-night; But first he must with cords prepare A lengthy ladder framed with care, 58 CANTO III. By which to reach a window high Adjoining that he issued hy. This if he brought, what time the dell Was echoing back the curfew-bell, Herself a cord would downward cast To draw it up, and make it fast. IX. ''"What scheme than this were more secure (He thought) to make his ruin sure? If for so fond a maiden's sake Such wild, such mad advice he take, 'Tis strange if he the feat survive ! And if, still undiscerned, he strive To issue from the fort again The way he came, 'twere easy then To rouse the nearest sentinel, And soon th' alarum rings his knell ! So may his lightly-veering love. By just revenge, his ruin prove ! Let heaven decide — ''twere best indeed His hand receive the scroll with speed!" X. Again the friar his way parsues By branching ferns still wet with dews, (Far-branching ferns of giant size That o'er a horseman's crest would rise). THE SURPRISE. 59 'I^eatli trees whose boughs, thick-leaved and high, O'er-arching, hide the azure sky; Where not the lightest sound was heard Save when the breeze the foliage stirred With softly-murmuring sigh, Or, screened from heat, some happy bird Poured forth rich melody. Or when some humming insect whirred On slender pinions by. Except his troubled breast alone. All breathed sweet peace's gentlest tone; So wondrous fair that tranquil spot. His vengeful thoughts were half forgot. But ah ! the maid he held so dear JS'o longer strays delighted here ; And whose the fault? — With quickened stride From Mary-knoll he turned aside, Ey Aston, Elton, Leinthall passed Till Wigm ore's tower he views at last. And Mortimer's proud banner sees. Scarce lifted by the languid breeze. East up the rocky slope he strains. And soon the frowning fortress gains; Where, in his friar's garb unknown. And speaking low in altered tone. In Arnold's hand the scroll he laid. Who thought not whom his eyes surveyed! 60 CANTO III. XI. "With scornful lips Sir Arnold smiled: ''How soon are simple maids beguiled! Yet, 'sooth, her spirit bold and high Can fears despise, and risks defy; 'Twere shame, I ween, for knight to scorn So bold a suit from maid forlorn ! And hark, De Lacy, in thine ear; I spy for thee some comfort here. Brood not o'er ill-success too long; Oft blooms anew the blighted tree; 'Twere well to make the ladder strong, 'Twill serve, perchance, for more than me xir. Low sinks the sun; 'twill soon be night; Dark clouds obscure his lingering light; Their rounded masses, dense and full. Loom o'er the landscape cold and dull. The moon unnoticed climbs on high, Ko star begems the lurid sky. At times with broad uncertain blaze The harmless lightning flickering plays. On Whitcliff's heights its gleam appears As lingering round a thousand spears; And 'tis, perchance, its dubious light That makes the castle-rocks so bright THE SURPRISE. 61 That all their sharp projections shine Like warriors ranged in broken line. And now, with sullen droning sound, The curfew flings its warnings round. Awakening to their nightly prowl The fluttering bat and soft-winged owl, "While fades the glimmer, faintly-red, Above the glowing township spread. XIII. Emerging from their hiding-place, Two figures tow'rd the castle pace, "With basnets light and trim attire — De Lisle and his attendant squire. N'or shield nor arms Sir Arnold bears, Save that his belt a dagger wears. Beneath his arm young Eaymond holds The cords disposed in careful folds. With anxious eyes they upward glance For sign to guide their safe advance. She comes — he mounts — '''My squire" (he cries) ''Remains to guard from all surprise; 'Twere best to leave the ladder here To keep for flight a passage clear. Eight noble is thy perfect trust In my pure faith; no thought unjust To woman's holy love could rest A moment in thine Arnold's breast; 62 CANTO III. And noble too the thought that I For thee could risk, could death defy. 'Twere worth indeed the deadliest strife, Aye, worth the very price of life To pass one hour in converse free, My bride — my Marion — with thee!" ''And thoa," she said, ''by venturing here Hast shewn thee free from coward fear. And proved thou well canst trust thy life With her that's pledg-ed thy future wife. Secure in mutual trust, no might Shall rob our souls of real delight. From every thought of danger free. Through yon dark doorway follow me !" XIV. That night the lone Havise, distrest Ey anxious thoughts and sad unrest. And feeling 'twere but vain to close Her eyelids in unreal repose, Hung o'er her arm her rosary. Stole softly from her chamber high. And tow'rd the chapel bent her way Awhile to meditate and pray. Yet not unseen she entered there; Sir Henry Clive (whose constant care Was still to guard the maiden fair)^ Perceived her, and with deference due Slow following, from his post withdrew. THE STIRPRISE. And whilst within the choir she prayed,. Eeneath the nave's low portal stayed. XV. A lamp that burned by day and night Shed o'er her form its tranquil light: What sight on sinful earth more fair Than maiden pure who kneels in prayer? N"or prayed the gentle maid alone, Por, kneeling at the altar- stone, Good father Osbert, gray with years, Spake words of peace, and soothed her fears. Nor oft did father's face express Such holy worth and kindliness. Despite a superstitious creed, His faith was pure in word and deed. Ey love — tho' hating still the sin- — He strove the sinner's heart to win. Tho' fourscore winters' storms had shed Their snows upon the good man's head And dimmed his eyne, his inner sight With lustre burned more pure and bright. Tho' bowed with eld, you scarce could say His life declined to dark decay; An upward path he rather trod, Aspiring still to meet his God ! 64 CANTO IIL XVI. Dark falls the night; she lingers yet. Kow weary nature claims her debt Of kindly sleep from gallant Clive; To watch he doth but vainly strive. Yet still, in strange half-waking dreams, To guard a leaguered fort he seems. Before his sight with noiseless stride Tall hostile forms like phantoms glide; The inner ward they seem to cross And gain the gate that guards the fosse.® The trembling drawbridge slowly falls— "What fearful shriek his ear appals? What sudden cry of wild despair Shrills loudly through the startled air ? He dreams not now ! and hark ! again ! A sullen plunge ! The watchman slain Into the deep dark moat is cast, And, o'er the drawbridge hurrying fast, Twelve foes press on the gates to win And bid De Lacy's host rush in ! High rose within the Donjon keep Sharp cries of those who, roused from sleep. Dimly discerned the foes, too late To shun the strokes of ruthless hate. XVII. At once Havise's guardian true Th' extremity of danger knew. THE SURPRISE. 65 Whilst on his arm the maiden hung, And, pale yet calm, still closer clung, He, keen in peril, guessed aright The sole remaining chance of flight. "With gentle force he seized the maid, And haste with me he softly said, ''A moment seems the drawbridge clear, 'Tis death to tarry longer here!" ''But Osbert?"— ''my, 'tis death to wait;" And, tottering 'neath his lovely freight, Fast o'er th' unguarded bridge he strains, Crosses the outer ward, and gains The gateway — where a valiant band Against the foe made desperate stand, And, by the torch's fitful glare. Perceiving soon their mistress fair. With effort fierce the foe delayed While through the port their way they made. XVIII. Without the walls, more fiercely yet Opposing brands in conflict met. Of burghers brave a sturdy band De Lacy's host awhile withstand, Incited by the voice of one Who cried aloud in furious tone, "Haste, rouse the garrison within Ere false De Lisle the castle win! 66 CAI^TO III. Strike, as ye hate De Lisle — 'tis he Alone could scheme such villany!" Tost to and fro, the flambeaus bright, Eed-gleaming, lend a wavering light; Tall horsemen through th' uncertain gloom Like spectral warriors dimly loom; Yet through the battle's mingling mass Unharmed the gallant Clive doth pass, And bears the maiden's passive form Thro' all the weapons' hurtling storm, Till, faint and pale, he sinks before A faithful vassal's friendly door, XIX. IsTot long the townsmen still oppose With pike and brand th' overwhelming foes, The gates, unbarred, asunder fly; "With shouts of triumph wild and high In sweep the foes resistlessly ! Flushed with success, in furious mood. Like tigers that have tasted blood, ISTor mercy nor remorse they shew. But slay, where'er they find, the foe. E'en at the altar as he prayed, Gray Osbert felt the murderous blade. And — Becket-like — with dauntless mind To lawless rage his life resigned. TEE SURPRISE. XX. But ere the ghastly work was done, What fate befell fair Marion? Her lover to a room she led With costly tapestry o'erspread Within that tower, long after hight From him whose spousals there were plight, Whom death forbade the crown to wear, Arthur, the seventh Henry's heir.''' On subtle wings how rapturously, How fast the dreamy moments fly ! How trustingly against his breast Her flushing face she closely prest I With what tumultuous joy she heard Each softly- sighed, endearing word ! Yet, though she strove his mind to cheer From every thought of danger near; Tho' ne'er — she deemed — had gallant knight A soul so brave, a heart so light, At times with quick uneasy glance He turns from her his looks askance, Or rests in deep abstraction bound As one who lists a distant sound. Yet ever, when her wistful eyes Express an anxious, sad surprise, He, toying with her golden hair. Again would praise her beauty rare. And say he did but muse how strange Erom thraldom drear the blissful change. 68 CANTO III. XXI. His mind was one that aye believed A woman's heart is soon deceived. In every chance he deemed his will Could hold her thoughts in thraldom still, As when the snake's subduing gaze • The fascinated bird dismays. Ah, foolish pride! 'twere all as vain The sea's tempestuous rage to chain. As bind fair Marion's heart for aye To own a careless lover's sway. For love most wild and passionate, Unvalued, turns to fiercest hate; And ah! how slight a spark may raise That fatal hatred's quenchless blaze ! XXII, What sudden shriek of wild despair Shrills loudly through the startled air? What outcry wild her ear appals. He-echoed by the circling walls? Swift-breaking from his close embrace She views beneath, with stealthy pace Dark forms across the courtyard stream, Whose armour makes a pallid gleam. Alarmed she turns, and marks his smile That ill conceals triumphant guile, THE SURTBISE. 69 And, "Traitor false!" she cries, ''Can this be thy pretended love. Canst thou so base a recreant prove, All honour so despise, As, feigning thus a lover's flame, By cunning craft that knows no shame. Mine unsuspecting aid to claim To plan this night's surprise ?" "Be calm, sweet maid! for aid of thine Receive De Lacy's thanks and mine ! 'Twas thou didst end oar doleful thrall; By thee, to-night, we've scaled the wall And won this castle fair! Yon drawbridge falls — few moments more. And good Sir Joce's reign is o'er. And thoa the spoil shalt share!" XXIII. But Marion's eyes flashed strangely bright, And, drawing to the full her height, ''False knight!"- — she cries — "I know thee ]S"ow; Why, what a very knave wert thou A flattering tale of love to tell So thou mightst 'scape thy prison- cell I To bow, forsooth, thy knightly pride To make a bower-maid thy bride ! Nor /, perchance, the first whose faith— That conscious smile — it seals thy death!'* 70 CANTO III. By jealous rage to madness stung, With sudden force she forward sprang, His dagger from its place of rest Drew forth, and smote the traitor's breast — But lo, it glanced aside! '^What, art thou sheathed in secret mail? Yet not for this shall yengeance fail, Thy fate thou yet shalt bide!" — Again, with yet more forceful sway, E'en ere his arm the stroke could stay, Deep in his neck the frenzied maid Darted the now effectual blade, Eorth gushed the scarlet tide; And, staggering back with strangled yell, Heavily at her feet he fell, Strove once to rise, and died ! XXIV. But when the senseless corse she viewed So motionless, so stained with blood. Yet still so eloquent to plead Against her passion's frantic deed, With horror's cold her veins were chilled; Too-late remorse her bosom filled; And swooning on the crimsoned floor As though she ne'er would rouse her more, As lifeless by his side she lay As death had claimed a double prey. TSE SURPRISE. XXV. But hark ! those shouts of triumph high Have roused her from her lethargy ! And hark! to tell the conflict's end, Swift steps the turret-stairs ascend. Upstarting, with defiant gaze The entering knights the maid surveys, Who, though they shewed the stains of fight, Eecoiled from that terrific sight. Then Marion spake — This knight I loved, But false and treacherous he proved. And perished — by his victim slain. So perish all who passion feign, And leave the fools that trust their faith To life-long woe, or speedy death — A death like mine !" — Despairingly She darted tow'rd a window high That, opening on the outer space, O'erlooked the castle's rocky base, And, fearless of the fatal height, Sprang out into the gloomy night. I^OTES TO CANTO THIRD. ^ Page 49, Stanza i. The raven Corbefs shield displays "Wliose food kind Providence purveys." In the time of William I., the manor of Caurse (at no great distance from Shrewsbury) was assigned to Peter Corhett. His shield bore a Eaven or " Corbie," with the motto Deus pascit Corvos," i.e. God provides for the Corbies. 2 Page 50, Stanza ii. Despatched by BromfieWs worthy Frior. In the second year of Henry II. we hear of the Prior and Brothers of the Priory of Bromfield placing themselves under the government of the Benedictine monastery near Gloucester. 3 Page 51, Stanza ii. What time, 'mid JBertvyn's hills at bay, They foiled Jciny Henry's proud array. In 1165, Henry's army met with very fatal reverses among the Berwyn mountains. His assailants were Prince Owen and Cadwallader, of North Wales ; Bees (or Rhys) of South Wales ; and Owen Cyveilioc of Powysland. For a full account of this disaster see Note to Southey's Madoc in Wales, Canto ii. NOTES TO CANTO III. 73 ^ Page 57, Stanza viii. Now hath he gained the Tipper Wood, A cool, umbrageous solitude. A part of this wood is called Haywood forest, memorable as that in which the Earl of Bridge water's daughter was benighted, which occasioned the writing of Milton's Comus. It is a very beautiful spot. ^ Page 62, Stanza xiv. Sir Henry Clive. The Clive family has been resident in Shropshire ever since the time of Henry II. Oakley Park, the seat of the late Hon. R. H. Clive, lies between Ludlow and Bromfield. The great Lord Clive has made the name for ever memorable. 6 Page 64, Stanza xvi. The inner ivard they seem to cross, And gain the gate that guards the fosse. The great entrance-gate of the inner ward could only be reached from the outer ward by a drawbridge over a deep and wide fosse. In this instance the assailants gained the inner ward first, and made their way out by letting down the drawbridge. All the principal buildings (except Mortimer's Tower) belong to the inner ward. Page 67, Stanza xx. Within that tower, long after hight From him whose spousals there were plight. Prince Arthur's tower stands at an angle of the inner ward. His marriage with Catharine of Arragon was celebrated at Lon- don, on Nov. 14, 1501. He died at Ludlow Castle, April 2, 1502. CANTO FOUETH. RESTITUTION. I. FOTJE times the golden autumn sun Eejoicingly his course had run, Four times the countless stars had dight With glittering gems the vault of night, Ere, with the remnant of his powers, Sir Joce beheld the well-known towers. The first long day, till evening's close, They battled with their thronging foes. Strong Corbet's shield with blows is bent, With blood Fitz-Eichard's hilt is sprent, And fierce Cyveilioc's rapid sword Pitzwarine's side had deeply gored, Had not his hauberk's friendly aid Eesisted well the glancing blade. With such unshrinking hardihood The stubborn Welsh their arms withstood, 'Twas long in doubt for whom the scale Of wavering fate should last prevail. For though each wild, impetuous horde Bare naught save javelin, bow, or sword, 76 CANTO IV. Or — to resist the horseman's stroke — J^"aught save a white, close-folded cloak, Their numerous bands, their courage high Disputed well the mastery. They shrank not when the charging horse Burst through their ranks with tempest-force; They recked not when the rider swayed On high his huge two-handed blade, But fearlessly against him sprung Or round the cumbered charger clung, Careless of wounds 'mid hottest strife As though each bore a charmed life. In vain the knights a passage hewed Like ships that plough the yielding flood; Behind them, as they onward ride, Closes again the surging tide, And thick as hail keen arrows fly Their armour's every joint to try; Till Joce, who feared his warriors' strength, By numbers tasked, might yield at length, Ketreated as the eve drew nigh To Caynham Camp, whose fortress high^ O'erlooked the field where raged the fray So hotly through the livelong day. II. Next morn beheld the combat dire Eenewed with unabated ire; RESTITUTION. But soon amid tli' exulting foes Tumultuous shouts of triumph rose As through their ranks the rumour flies How, by a cunning night-surprise, De Lacy Ludlow's hold had ta'en! E'er longer could the knights sustain (Disheartened by the sad mischance) The furious mountaineers' advance, But sought the friendly fort once more. Three days the hot assault they bore; And oft, by sallies ably planned, Wrought havoc in the leaguering band. III. But when the fifth bright morn drew on, xind all supplies were well-nigh gone, Sir Joce, whose spirit highest towered When Fortune's frowns most darkly lowered, 'Gan thus his gallant host bespeak : ''Much as De Lacy fain would wreak His full revenge on us whose might Condemned him to the dungeon's night, He comes not yet these hordes to aid. Why, think you, is his course delayed? I wot the cause : our townsmen bold So closely watch their captured hold. So harass him by night and day With vague alarms and ceaseless fray. 78 CANTO IV. He dares not yet, to vent his rage, Eorth venture from his self-made cage. "Were but these swarming kernes dispersed, We yet might hope to 'scape the worst. Impatient of the conflict's length, Their vehemence remits its strength. Hear then my rede; in close array Well-ordered ride to join the fray; Spend not your strength on humbler game, But make their prince, their chiefs your aim. While these command, they still prevail, But losing these, their hearts would quail, For oft their valour's wild excess Gives place to sudden hopelessness; Or, though no loss their rage subdue^ Could we but cut our passage through. Could we but gain our own good town. We 5^et might langh at Fortune's frown!" IV. Wide ope the gates — in firm array. Advancing swift with even sway. Flinging aside like scattered spray The clustering bands that crossed their way. Eight on they swept in order due To where the dragon- standard" flew. Then, as with Jorwerth's guards they close, Fitzwarine in his stirrups rose, RESTITUTION. 79 Seized in both hands his steel-shod spear, And bending back in full career, As with a giant's strength possessed, Hurled it against the Prince's breast. Who, by the forceful stroke o'erthrown, Expired — nor drew a parting groan. Then panic seized the wavering host, They fled, in wild disorder tost, Or stumbling, swelled the heaps of slain That cumbered soon the crimsoned plain. I wot the Teme more redly flowed Than e'er in sunset's gleam it glowed. As through the ford the victors rode JSTear Whitcliff's wooded height ; And stained and grim their aspect shewed To Ludlow's maidens bright. Who wistful glances downward cast As 'neath the raised portcullis vast Their champions through the Broad-gate passed,^ A stern yet welcome sight. v. Their questions, asked in eager wise, Drew forth but sad and brief replies. Too soon the mournful tale they caught How — by some traitor's aid, 'twas thought — A venturous band of foes, unseen. Had gained by night the inner green. 80 CANTO IV. Surprised the slumbering garrison, The inner fosse and drawbridge won, Then — after contest brief and hard— The outer gates in haste anbarred. Yet ere the fortress proud was ta'en, Its brave defenders all were slain; While scarce a man the foes did lack Save him who led the fierce attack, The chief himself whose subtle skill Had planned the whole, the shrewd De Lisle. When waned at length that dreadful night, The dawn had shewn a ghastly sight; Stretched on the rocks abrupt and gray A lifeless female form there lay. Known only by her zone and dress And by the long luxuriant tress. Her radiant bloom, her beauty gone, Wliat once was blithesome Marion ! VI. *'And where" — young Fulke impatient cries As through his frame a shudder flies— "Where is Havise? they would not dare To treat her save with gentlest care?" — ''Of her" — said one — '''tis mine to tell A hopeful tale ; it so befell That, venturing forth that morn to learn If aught foretold your quick return, RESTITUTION. 81 As Ludford's sacred house I past,^ A mounted knight came spurring fast To whom a lovely maiden clung, Her arms around his breastplate flung; And, past me as the charger flew, The riders twain at once I knew; Sir Henry Clive I deemed the knight, And fair Havise the damsel bright !" TII. "!N'ow Heav'n be praised!" — Sir Joce replied— "ITo knight than Clive more true and tried I To latest time may deathless fame With glorious deeds unite his name ! But whither dost thou deem them fled?" ''Tow'rds Hereford methought they sped; Thence might they haste to Gloucester's fort Where good king Henry holds his court, And safe from every harm remain Till thy strong hand thine own regain. But might I humbly speak my rede, Thy townsmen brave quick succour need; For though, from morn till evening's close. With shaft and bolt we gall the foes, At times in fierce, resistless tide, Forth- sallying, through our streets they ride, And mindless of remorse or ruth. Spare neither age, nor sex, nor youth." e 82 CANTO IV. VIII. But as the Gateway-tower they neared, An unexpected sight appeared; Erom battlement and loophole broke A heavy cloud of wreathing smoke That slowly round the archway rolled In volumes dense with circling fold, Whilst from the treble gates there came Quick-darting tongues of ruddy flame, And every nail that studded o'er — To lend it strength— each oaken door, With star-like brilliancy endued, Glowed redly 'mid the blackening wood. ]S'ow here, now there, with sudden start The crackling timber flies apart. Or, from the iron hinges rent. Comes crashing down in swift descent, And, from the glowing mass out- sprung, A thousand sparks are upward flung. Oft venturing near, with oil and grease Qaick hands the flickering flames increase, Till all the heated, stifling air Is quivering with the furnace -glare. IX. Conspicuous 'mid the daring crew Whose toil supplied the flames anew RESTITUTION. 83 Was one who wrought with tireless zeal, In battered mail and casque of steel, (The tarnished spoil of slaughtered foe), Who seemed a stranger's form to shew. ''Say, who art thou?" — Sir Joce exclaims — ''And wherefore these devouring flames?" "Ask not my name obscure, but know I held De Lisle my deadliest foe. By chance mine ears a rumour caught How that by night these walls he sought. I came to warn; but cruel fate Delayed my steps till all too late. He perished; but my forced delay Thy fortress lost; yet, if I may, Eain would I for thy loss atone, jN^or rest till thou regain thine own. Weary of life, 'mid battle's din 1 seek a warrior's death to win; Eehold in me a desperate man. Prompt as thyself to lead the van ! When once these flames have spent their rage, We'll pen the foe in closer cage. And Fortune shall at least restore Thy stronghold's outer ward once more." X. The fire decays, the embers die; Less densely now the smoke-wreaths fly, 84 CANTO IV. And through them may Sir Joce descry, Drawn up in firm array, De Lacy's knights that sternly wait And watch the fading flames abate Ere, sallying forth to wreak their hate, They close in desperate fray. De Lacy's heart was light; he thought Their daring deed was rashly wrought; Soon shall his vengeful brand once more Drip dreadfully with townsmen's gore ! But anxious doubts within him stirred As tramp of horse was plainly heard, And shouts of joy suggest the fear That Ludlow's lord himself draws near ! XI. Now fast and thick, with hurtling din. Keen shafts and volleyed bolts fly in. The pikemen free the cumbered way Erom ruins charred and ashes gray; IS^or long the pause; like rock to rock, The horsemen meet in farious shock; A thousand spears in pieces fly; Then flashed the battle-brands on high, Soon, soon to lose their sheen. Ko tourney this on listed field, Sword rings on sword, and shield on shield, East fly the arrows keen. DESTITUTION. Huge axes crash thro' casques of steel, Stern strokes the whirling broadswords deal, The foaming chargers rear and reel Or fall, to rise no more. Soon all the dinted tarf is strewn With trampled crests from helmets hewn That late did proudly soar, And many a broken sword and shield Their masters never more shall wield, And spears whose use is o'er. Then rose the warrior's rallying cry, The crash of arms, the trumpet's sigh. The shrieks of knights that droop or die, And every sound that swells on high The battle's mingled roar! XII. Still foremost in th' advancing tide. Sir Joce and Pulke Fitzwarine ride; I^'or fails from sight the stranger's form Where fiercest raves the battle's storm; Tor, in the first swift rush, a blow From his strong, arm had felled a foe ; Stooping a moment's space to grasp The broadsword from his failing clasp, Then springing to the empty selle. So desperately he fought and well That many a knight that crossed his path Kecoiled as from a demon's wrath. 86 CANTO IV. Encircled by the well-known towers, Sir Joce's knights ply all their powers^ Indignant that the foe should dare Invade and hold their fortress fair. Ere long the foe, with bitter loss Eetiring slowly, neared the fosse, Yet, scorning still to seem snbdued, (The drawbridge gained), at bay they stood, "Whilst, as to storm the bridge they pressed, Th' assailing host was sore distressed; Eor on their flank a galling shower Was poured from Mortimer's high tower, And all their strenuous toil must fail If long endures that murderous hail. XIII. "Well could their leader's ken descry The crisis of his fate was nigh. Eitzwarine ! 'gainst the foe be strong! I go to quell yon busy throng;" And singling out a valiant few. To storm the rebel tower he flew. Then, as they neared its portal low. Was heard a voice — Sir Joce should know Whose hand the mortal stroke doth deal; The brother I of brave De Lisle !" That instant, swift as lightning-flame, A square steel-headed quarrel came. RESTITUTION, It failed the chieftain's helm to pierce, Yet smote it with a dint so fierce That, sinking from his horse, with pain He rises from the ground again. Then rose triumphant shouts on high — Fitzwarine heard th' exultant cry- As o'er the drawbridge, strewn with dead, The fierce assault he slowly led. And wheeling round, dashed off to aid The father of his chosen maid. His foeman's fall De Lacy spied; ''Sir Joce is slain!" he loudly cried; '' Soon shall the combat's toil be o'er — J^ow forward to the charge once more!" XIV. But when the stranger knight beheld Sir Joce o'erthrown, by rage impelled, With fiercest effort — stroke on stroke — The solid entrance-door he broke; "Avenge" — he cried — ''yon coward's aim, "Who bears De Lisle's thrice-hated name!" And followed close by those that sought Whatever task most peril brought, Dashed up the staircase dark and small, And struggling tow'rds the outer wall, As with a madman's strength supplied, He thrust the thronging foes aside. 88 CANTO IV. Though thrice he felt a wounding stroke, And though his faithless weapon broke, ]S"or pause nor pain the avenger knew Till round De Lisle his arms he threw. De Lisle, who marked Sir Joce once more Slow rising, yet unstained with gore. Surprised, a second time had bent And raised his murderous instrument. But as he felt the hostile grasp, Tt fell from his relaxing clasp, And fiercely turning, breast to breast, The daring foe he backward press' d And strongly strove — but strove in vain— - To free him from that tightening strain. De Lisle could danger bravely face, Yet as they neared in close embrace The parapet's low wall, His heart was somewhat touched by fear As hissed this whisper in his ear, '*Thy brother slew my sister dear — ■ I care not though we fall/'' XV. In grapple stern together wound They reached the rampart's utmost bound; There, on the brink, in dreadful strife. The wrestlers looked their last on life^ And plunging to the plain beneath Were hurled alike to instant death. RESTITUTION. 89 Still locked in fast embrace; While, shattered by the crashing blow, The stranger's helm divides to shew Young Edric's pallid face ! For not in dull monastic cell His wounded spirit deigned to dwell; T^o task could there his gloom dispel, 1^0 prayer his sorrow chase; His fathers once with spear and brand Had reigned in Mercia's fruitful land; He too must fall by warrior's hand, Last of their warlike race !^ XYI. Meanwhile, Sir Joce had risen again. But sought his startled steed in vain; Afar it dashed with loosened rein, Its side by arrows stung; Soon round its hapless master close "With eager brands th' advancing foes. And high De Lacy's spirit rose, By hopes of triumph strung. So fierce their charge, they broke perforce The ranks that formed to stem their course. In vain L' Estrange and brave De Yere Couched side by side the levelled spear; In vain his sword Fitz-Eichard swayed, And Fulke Fitzwarine plied his blade ; 90 CANTO ir. In vain Sir Joce, with dauntless heart, Performed a hero's desperate part. ]^ot till six foemen's lives were spilt, His broadsword shivered to the hilt. And thrice was pierced his trusty shield. As prisoner he was forced to yield. He shunned not death; but 'mid the fray, De Lacy cried — ''Forbear to slay, But force him as unwilling guest In Pendover's dark hold to rest; I from my generous host would hear How he approves his own good cheer!" Eepulsing well each swift attack, The captors tow'rd the bridge swept back. Still guarding close the conquered lord Bereft of helmet, shield, and sword; When — suddenly — a deafening blare Of trumpets rent the startled air, And through the Gateway-tower A herald dashed, whose hand unrolled The Eoyal Standard's ample fold And gave to view, emblazoned bold. On field of gules three pards of gold. Dread sign of England's power! xvir. As when two stags conflicting clash Their branching horns with angry crash, RESTITUTION. Prolonging still the furious broil Till nigh for-spent with rage and toil — Suspend the fray, if close at hand They view the lordly lion stand, So suddenly the fight was stayed; Sank lifted brand and threatening blade, And, as the tempest's dying wail Sighs down the hollow autumn dale, So sank, so died the battle's roar^ JS'or woke the rolling echoes more.— All eyes were tow'rd the gateway cast, As 'neath its blackened entrance pass'd In close, well-disciplined array — Their lances decked with streamers gay — On barbed chargers large and strong Of Flemish troops a stardy throng, Stout knights who, making war their trade, IN'ow to king Henry lent their aid. !Nfext came, in garb of Lincoln green, A gallant band of archers keen ; Each wight the heron's flight could stay, Or roebuck in the greenwood slay. Or, in the battle's press, let fly His shafts with dreadful certainty. Behind them rode, with plumes snow-white. In burnished armour glistening bright, Each reining in with practised skill His foaming charger's fiery will. 92 CANTO IV. Each marked by bearing bold and high, The flower of England's chivalry! Then load and long the trumpets blew, Then pennons proud wide-waving flew, As England's king himself was seen In helm and mail of glistening sheen, On charger black as night; Prince Henry in his youthful prime Beside him rode, at that glad time Awhile his sire's delight. Alas! how brief that friendship's hour! Brief as the bloom of woodland flower! Too soon — his life of turmoil o'er — The son shall vainly yearn once more, Expiring in a foreign land, To grasp in love the father's hand !^ Too soon the eyes, where gleams as yet The fire of the Plantagenet, Bedimmed with tears of anguish deep And mists that bode his final sleep. Shall vainly wander round to trace Beside his couch his father's face ! Far keener than' the foeman's dart, Too-late remorse shall wring his heart, XVIII. But brief must be the tale I tell. How soon was stayed the conflict fell—- RESTITUTION. 93 How brave Sir Joce once more was free — How foiled De Lacy bent the knee, And Henry spake — Ambitions knight, Why waste in civil broil thy might? ISTo thanks or praise are thine to gain That Jorwerth's heart-blood dyes the plain; Thou wouldst the "Welsh thy schemes should aid, Not bleed beneath thy hostile blade — But know ! a rumour, strangely borne, Hath reached our ears, how thou hast sworn That ''not while Joce is Ludlow's lord, Thy father's heir will sheathe his sword." Here we absolve thee of thy vow, 'Eo longer need it bind thee now; His faithful wardenship is o'er — Sir Joce is Ludlow's lord no more ! And know, proud knight! we too have sworn, If e'er thou bringest scathe or scorn On him to whom we trust this hold, Men soon shall hear thy death-bell knoUed. Be warned — we hope to find in thee Henceforth a truer loyalty!" De Lacy, flushed with ire, withdrew, Yet well king Henry's wont he knew. That when he threatened vengeance deep, Such promises he strove to keep; And soon, in disappointed mood. Their homeward path his knights pursued. 94. CANTO IV. XIX. Sir Joce had heard with wonder strange Of Ludlow's rule the destined change; But whilst he conned its meaning o'er, King Henry raised his voice once more ; First tendering him the praises due To loyal service long and true, Then said 'twas meet a younger hand Should learn to guard the frontier-land, And speaking in regretful tone Of brave Earl Warine dead and gone, With whom himself — the king — could claim With joyous pride a kinsman's name, Bade Tulco kneel beneath his sword And rise a knight — and Ludlow's lord!*^ XX. What raptures fired Fitz warine' s breast ! What throbs of pride his heart possess' d. As loudly rang such plaudits high As warrior's yearn to gain, or die ! Were none but knew his father's fame, Were none but praised his stalwart frame, And generously joined to raise Their voices in the hero's praise. But most the knights he late had led Eecitals of his prowess spread, RESTITUTION. And — as the youth had been his son — Sir Joce's eyes with moisture shone. Yet, whilst their acclamations rang, Shot through his heart a bitter pang; For she who most had joyed to hear His triumph, was no longer near. And now — how empty seemed and vain The glory he had toiled to gain! One word from her dear lips were worth Far more than any praise on earth! XXI. Yet once again King Henry spake: — ''We scarce had thought our way to make So quickly through yon entrance there; Methinks, Sir Pulke, it needs repair ! Far other task employed our powers When, pent within Bridgnorth's high towers, Hugh Mortimer's unyielding pride Erewhile our sovereign sway defied. Well nigh that venture cost our life; For, 'mid the conflict's hottest strife. An archer from the battlement Against our breast his weapon bent; But ere the whistling arrow came, The brave St. Clare had marked his aim,^ Before us dashed, and in his heart Himself received the quivering dart. 96 CANTO IV. Long years have passed; his worthj^ heir IsTow cherishes a daughter fair, One whom her king would joy to see Espoused, brave youth ! to one like thee ! Take her — -and large shall be her dower; Ourself will grace the nuptial hour!" ^'E'ay, sire"— the youthful knight replied—- *'My love hath gained a dearer bride." Dark grew the monarch's brow- — ''Be still' We brook no disobedient will. Go, Henry! hither lead the maid Who late implored our kindly aid." With meaning smile the Prince withdrew ; Eut young Sir Pulke with anger's hue Was reddening, when with mute surprise He marked the king's mirth-beaming eyes, And heard the words — ''We did but jest; Yet deign to hear thy king's reqaest, And grant us, ere we part, to see Thy nuptial-hour's festivity!" — - Then turning to the damsel fair Who slow advanced with bashful air, Her faultless form instinct with grace- Drew back the veil that screened her face, And, joy of joys ! her lover sees The features of his loved Havise! NOTES TO CANTO FOURTH. ^ Page 76, Stanza i. Retreated as the eve drew nigh To Gaynham Gamp. On Caynham Camp is the site of an ancient castle, thus noticed by Leland — "Kainsham or Kensham Castle, clene down, stood within two miles of Ludloe, on a hill top." By clene down" he means "now wholly destroyed." 2 Page 79, Stanza iv. Their champions through the Broadgate passed. Returning from Caynham, the knights rode past the end of Whitcliff, crossed the Teme by the shoals at Ludford, and entered the town by the " Broad-gate," This is still standing, and the deep grooves in which the portcullis moved are worth notice. 3 Page 81, Stanza vi. As Ludford' s sacred house I passed. A religious establishment once existed at Ludford, and is supposed by some to have been coeval with Ludlow Castle. H 98 NOTES TO CANTO IV. ^ Page 89, Stanza xv. Zast of their warli/ce race. Mention is made of a certain " Edric the wild," who made a desperate stand against the Conqueror at "Wigmore Castle. The castle was afterwards granted to Ranulph Mortimer for reducing him to submission. The name also appears in a charter of Henry II., as " Edrick's Presbiter de Bromfield." These two hints suggested the character of Edric. Prince Henry died miserably and full of remorse, near Turenne, in the south of France, in 1183. See Mrs. Sigourney's Ballad "Bemardine du Born," and the still finer Ballad of Uhland on the same subject. 6 Page 94, Stanza xix. Bade Fulco kneel beneath his sword, And rise a Jcnight — and Ludlow's lord ! Henry "interteynid Fulco as his kinnesman, and made him a knight, and steward of his house, and lorde and governor of those marchis." — Gestes of the Guarines. 1 156— 7. Bridgnorth, under Hugh de Mortimer, besieged by Henry II., when Sir Robert Synclare, or Eobert de St. Clare, Constable of Colchester Castle, perceiving one of the besieg^ taking aim at the king, stepped before him and received the arrow in his own breast." — Note to History of Ludlow, by Thomas Wright, 1826. 5 Page 92, Stanza xvii. Expiring in a foreign land. Page 95, Stanza xxi. The brave St. Clare had marked his aim. APPENDIX. Veey little more is recorded of Fulke Fitzwarine, beyond the bare fact that he had six sons, of whom the eldest was named after his father. Of this Fulco the second, however, are related several strange adventures, of which I select a few of the most extraordinary, as narrated in the " Gestes of Warine and his sunnes." The first relates to a quarrel he had at chess with prince John. " John, sun to king Henry, and Fulco felle at variance at chestes, and John hrake Fulco Tied with the cheste-hoard, and then Fulco gave him such a blow that he had almost Tcillid him." John avenged himself afterwards, however, by taking away from him Whittington Castle, (which had been first gained by Sir Guarine at a tournament at " Peverils place in the Peke"), and bestowing it on one Morice. Thereupon Fulco and his brethren renounced their allegiance to John, and (by advice of Havise their mother), fled to Brittany. During their absence, Havise "died/p?^ thought;" i.e. of over- anxiety. 100 APPENJDIX. Returning to England, Fulco "resorted to one Jolin of Ranmpayne, a soothsayer and jocular, and minstrelle, and made him his spy to Morice at Whitington." Having way- laid and slain Morice, he judged it best to quit the country once more, and " came to Madour of the monnte, a jolly Capitaine hy se, and there preparid a stronge shyp, . . . and saylid into Orhany, and there he wonne the hauherke of harde Steele that he held ever, and ryd certayne ladies owt of prison ; . . . and after how he and his were long tyme se-driven with Tempestes into strange conntereis, and to Carthage, and after long time landid at Dover, and cam to a woode by Windsore Parke, and because that he herde that the kinge wold hunt in that place, for fere of knowing he chaungid his clothes with a colyar, and sone after the kinge came by, and askid him if he saw any game, and he answerid ye, and so ledde hym to his tente, where- his Brethren were in covert, and there havyng manacid hym for his banisehment with death ; but the king grauntid them al pardone ttpon his honour and Trueth, and gave hym fre Hunting from the Holt unto his castel. 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