Dunbar

Tell proud Plantagenet, king of haughty England, That I, Patrick Dunbar, the earl of March, Will hold this castle till its stubborn walls Be levell’d with the ground; and if I render, Ungird my sword, cut off my knighthood’s spurs, And let me live degraded. When ’tis ta’en The prince may breakfast with my lady, Agnes, Who’ll give him warm toast in her family house, A few leagues distant.