Chapter 59 No.59

"Still was false Marmion's bridal stayed:

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,

If she were sworn a nun.'

One way remained-the King's command

Sent Marmion to the Scottish land:

I lingered here, and rescue planned

For Clara