laid,
  They meet in mortal shock;
And hark! the throng, with thundering cry,
Shout “Marmion, Marmion I to the sky,
  De Wilton to the block!” 530
Say ye, who preach Heaven shall decide
When in the lists two champions ride,
  Say, was Heaven’s justice here? 
When, loyal in his love and faith,
Wilton found overthrow or death, 535
  Beneath a traitor’s spear? 
How false the charge, how true he fell,
This guilty packet best can tell.’—­
Then drew a packet from her breast,
Paused, gather’d voice, and spoke the rest. 540

XXIX.

’Still was false Marmion’s bridal staid;
To Whitby’s convent fled the maid,
  The hated match to shun. 
“Ho! shifts she thus?” King Henry cried,
“Sir Marmion, she shall be thy bride, 545
  If she were sworn a nun.” 
One way remain’d—­the King’s command
Sent Marmion to the Scottish land! 
I linger’d here, and rescue plann’d
  For Clara and for me:  550
This caitiff Monk, for gold, did swear,
He would to Whitby’s shrine repair,
And, by his drugs, my rival fair
  A saint in heaven should be. 
But ill the dastard kept his oath, 555
Whose cowardice has undone us both.

XXX.

’And now my tongue the secret tells,
Not that remorse my bosom swells,
But to assure my soul that none
Shall ever wed with Marmion. 560
Had fortune my last hope betray’d,
This packet, to the King convey’d,
Had given him to the headsman’s stroke,
Although my heart that instant broke.—­
Now, men of death, work forth your will, 565
For I can suffer, and be still;
And come he slow, or come he fast,
It is but Death who comes at last.

XXXI.

’Yet dread me, from my living tomb,
Ye vassal slaves of bloody Rome! 570
If Marmion’s late remorse should wake,
Full soon such vengeance will he take,
That you shall wish the fiery Dane
Had rather been your guest again. 
Behind, a darker hour ascends! 575
The altars quake, the crosier bends,
The ire of a despotic King
Rides forth upon destruction’s wing;
Then shall these vaults, so strong and deep,
Burst open to the sea-winds’ sweep; 580
Some traveller then shall find my bones
Whitening amid disjointed stones,
And, ignorant of priests’ cruelty,
Marvel such relics here should be.’

XXXII.