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XXIX.
835And now, when close at hand they saw
North Berwick's town, and lofty Law,
Fitz-Eustace bade them pause a while,
Before a venerable pile,
 Whose turrets view'd, afar,
840The lofty Bass, the Lambie Isle,
 The ocean's peace or war.
At tolling of a bell, forth came
The convent's venerable Dame,
And pray'd Saint Hilda's Abbess rest
845With her, a loved and honour'd guest,
Till Douglas should a bark prepare
To wait her back to Whitby fair.
Glad was the Abbess, you may guess,
And thank'd the Scottish Prioress;
850And tedious were to tell, I ween,
The courteous speech that pass'd between.
 O'erjoy'd the nuns their palfreys leave;
But when fair Clara did intend,
Like them, from horseback to descend,
855 Fitz-Eustace said,—'I grieve,
Fair lady, grieve e'en from my heart,
Such gentle company to part;—
 Think not discourtesy,
But lords' commands must be obey'd;
860And Marmion and the Douglas said,
 That you must wend with me.
Lord Marmion hath a letter broad,
Which to the Scottish Earl he show'd,
Commanding, that, beneath his care,
865Without delay, you shall repair
To your good kinsman, Lord Fitz-Clare.'

XXX.
The startled Abbess loud exclaim'd;
But she, at whom the blow was aim'd,