The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott ... Notes & life of the author.

434 ROKEBY. A'ANTO 111.
"Guy Denzil I-is it thnu?" he said;
"Do we two meet in Scargill shade.!Stand back a space!-thy purpose show,
Whether thou com'st as friend or foe.
Report hath said, that Denzil's name
From Rokeby's band was raz'd withshaire.'""A shame I owe that hot O'Neale,
Who told his knight, in peevish zeal,
Of my marauding on the clowns
Of Calverley and Bradford downs.
I reck not. In a war to strive,
Where, save the leaders, none can thrive.
Suits ill my mood; and better game
Awaits us both, if thou'rt the same
Unscrupulous, bold Risingham,
Who watch'd with me in midnight dark,
To snatch a deer from Rokeby-park.
How think'st thou?" —"Speak thy purpose cut;
I love not mystery or doubt."XII.
CThen, list.-Not far there lurk a crew
Of trusty comrades, stanch and true.
Glean'd from both factions-Roundhcatls, fieed
From cant of sermon and of creed;
And Cavaliers, whose souls, like mine,
Spurn at the bonds of discipline.
Wiser, we judge, by dale and wold,
A warfare of our own to hold,
Than breathe our last on battle-down,
For cloak or surplice, mace or crown.
Our schemes are laid, our purpose set,
A chief and leader lack we yet. —
Thou art a wand'rer, it is said;
For Mortham's death, thy steps way-laid,
Thy head at price-so say our spies,
Who range the valley in disguise.
Join then with us:-though wild debate
And wrangling rend our infant state,
Each to an equal loath to bow,
Will yield to chief renown'd as thou.' —
XIIL
"E'en now," thought Bertram, "passion-st1lr'd,
I call'd on hell, and hell has heard!