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The signet-ring young Lewis took With deep respect and altered look, And said: 'This ring our duties own;And pardon, if to worth unknown, In semblance mean obscurely veiled, Lady, in aught my folly failed.

Soon as the day flings wide his gates, The King shall know what suitor waits.

Please you meanwhile in fitting bower Repose you till his waking hour.

Female attendance shall obey Your hest, for service or array.

Permit I marshal you the way.'

But, ere she followed, with the grace And open bounty of her race, She bade her slender purse be shared Among the soldiers of the guard.

The rest with thanks their guerdon took, But Brent, with shy and awkward look, On the reluctant maiden's hold Forced bluntly back the proffered gold:--'Forgive a haughty English heart, And O, forget its ruder part!

The vacant purse shall be my share, Which in my barrel-cap I'll bear, Perchance, in jeopardy of war, Where gayer crests may keep afar.'

With thanks--'twas all she could--the maid His rugged courtesy repaid.