III.

A traitor sold him to his foes;{A} O deed of deathless shame! I charge thee, boy, if e'er thou meet With one of Assynt's name-- Be it upon the mountain's side, Or yet within the glen, Stand he in martial gear alone, Or back'd by armed men-- Face him, as thou would'st face the man Who wrong'd thy sire's renown; Remember of what blood thou art, And strike the caitiff down!