Chapter 137 No.137

He paused, and led where Douglas stood,

And with stern eye the pageant viewed-

I mean that Douglas, sixth of yore,

Who coronet of Angus bore,

And, when his blood and heart were high,

Did the third James in camp defy,

And all his minions led to die

On Lauder's dreary flat:

Princes and favourites long grew tame,

And tremble