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And so 'twas seen of him; e'en now,
When on dead Musgrave he looked down,
Grief darkened on his rugged brow,
Though half-disguised with a frown;
And thus, while sorrow bent his head,
His foeman's epitaph he made.
When on dead Musgrave he looked down,
Grief darkened on his rugged brow,
Though half-disguised with a frown;
And thus, while sorrow bent his head,
His foeman's epitaph he made.
XXIX.
"Now, Richard Musgrave, liest thou here!
I ween my deadly enemy,
For if I slew thy brother dear,
Thou slewest a sister's son to me;
And when I lay in dungeon dark,
Of Naworth Castle, long months three,
Till, ransomed for a thousand mark,
Dark Musgrave, it was long of thee.
And, Musgrave, could our fight be tried,
And thou wert now alive, as I,
No mortal man should us divide,
Till one, or both of us, did die:
"Now, Richard Musgrave, liest thou here!
I ween my deadly enemy,
For if I slew thy brother dear,
Thou slewest a sister's son to me;
And when I lay in dungeon dark,
Of Naworth Castle, long months three,
Till, ransomed for a thousand mark,
Dark Musgrave, it was long of thee.
And, Musgrave, could our fight be tried,
And thou wert now alive, as I,
No mortal man should us divide,
Till one, or both of us, did die:
