Chapter 15 No.15

The captain marked his altered look,

And gave a squire the sign;

A mighty wassail-bowl he took,

And crowned it high with wine.

"Now pledge me here, Lord Marmion:

But first I pray thee fair,

Where hast thou left that page of thine,

That used to serve thy cup of wine,

Whose beauty was so rare?

When last in Raby towers we me