Then uproar wild and misarray Marred the fair form of festal day.
The horsemen pricked among the crowd, Repelled by threats and insult loud;To earth are borne the old and weak, The timorous fly, the women shriek;With flint, with shaft, with staff, with bar, The hardier urge tumultuous war.
At once round Douglas darkly sweep The royal spears in circle deep, And slowly scale the pathway steep, While on the rear in thunder pour The rabble with disordered roar With grief the noble Douglas saw The Commons rise against the law, And to the leading soldier said:
'Sir John of Hyndford, 'twas my blade That knighthood on thy shoulder laid;For that good deed permit me then A word with these misguided men.--
