Jaded and weary, horse and man, Return'd the troopers, one by one. All trace was lost of Bertram's way, What tyrant passions passions chase! They dictate thus their slave's reply. XXX. “ Ay—let him range like hasty hound! And if the grim wolf's lair be found, Small is my care how goes the game With Redmond or with Risingham, Nay, answer not, thou simple boy! Thy fair Matilda, all so coy To thee, is of another mood To that bold youth of Erin's blood. And pay thy pains with courtly phrase ; His she avoids, or, urged and pray'd, Yet doubts she still to tender free The wonted words of courtesy. These are strong signs !-yet wherefore sigh, And wipe, effeminate, thine eye? Thine shall she be, if thou attend The counsels of thy sire and friend. XXXI. "Scarce wert thou gone, when peep of light Brought genuine news of Marston's fight. ; And conquest bless'd the rightful side Rupert and that bold Marquis fled; Nobles and knights, so proud of late, Must fine for freedom and estate. Of these committed to my charge, Redmond, his page, arrived, to say Unless that maid compound with thee! Go to her now-be bold of cheer, While her soul floats 'twixt hope and fear: It is the very change of tide, When best the female heart is tried |