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'Now, largesse, largesse, Lord Marmion,
 Knight of the crest of gold!
165A blazon'd shield, in battle won,
 Ne'er guarded heart so bold.'

XII.
They marshall'd him to the Castle-hall,
 Where the guests stood all aside,
And loudly nourish'd the trumpet-call,
170 And the heralds loudly cried,
—'Room, lordings, room for Lord Marmion,
 With the crest and helm of gold!
Full well we know the trophies won
 In the lists at Cottiswold:
175There, vainly Ralph de Wilton strove
 'Gainst Marmion's force to stand;
To him he lost his lady-love,
 And to the King his land.
Ourselves beheld the listed field,
180 A sight both sad and fair;
We saw Lord Marmion pierce his shield,
 And saw his saddle bare;
We saw the victor win the crest,
 He wears with worthy pride;
185And on the gibbet-tree, reversed,
 His foeman's scutcheon tied.
Place, nobles, for the Falcon-Knight!
 Room, room, ye gentles gay,
For him who conquer'd in the right,
190 Marmion of Fontenaye!'

XIII.
Then stepp'd, to meet that noble Lord,
 Sir Hugh the Heron bold,
Baron of Twisell, and of Ford,
 And Captain of the Hold.