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 Some giant Douglas may be found
  In all his old array;
So pale his face, so huge his limb,
350So old his arms, his look so grim.

XII.
Then at the altar Wilton kneels,
And Clare the spurs bound on his heels;
And think what next he must have felt,
At buckling of the falchion belt!
355 And judge how Clara changed her hue,
While fastening to her lover's side
A friend, which, though in danger tried,
 He once had found untrue!
Then Douglas struck him with his blade:
360'Saint Michael and Saint Andrew aid,
 I dub thee knight.
Arise, Sir Ralph, De Wilton's heir!
For King, for Church, for Lady fair,
 See that thou fight.'—
365And Bishop Gawain, as he rose,
Said—'Wilton! grieve not for thy woes,
 Disgrace, and trouble;
For He, who honour best bestows,
 May give thee double.'—
370De Wilton sobb'd, for sob he must—
'Where'er I meet a Douglas, trust
 That Douglas is my brother!'
'Nay, nay,' old Angus said, 'not so;
To Surrey's camp thou now must go,
375 Thy wrongs no longer smother.
I have two sons in yonder field;
And, if thou meet'st them under shield,
Upon them bravely—do thy worst;
And foul fall him that blenches first!'

XIII.
380Not far advanced was morning day,
When Marmion did his troop array