Elizabeth W. Grierson, Tales From Scottish Ballads
“ Montague, Earl of Salisbury, had a bold, bad face, and his words, though honeyed and low, had a false ring in them."My humblest greetings, fair lady," he cried; "my life is at thy service, for I heard but yesterday that thy lord, caitiff that he be, hath left thee alone among rough men, in this lonely wind-swept Castle. Methinks thou art accustomed to kinder treatment and therefore am I come to beg thee to open thy gates, and allow me to enter. By my soul, if thou wilt, I shall be thy servant to the death. Such beauty as thine was never meant to be wasted in the desert. ”
