THE THREE SPELLS. 201 



" Now, woful wight, my counsel take, 

 " And Atholl's blood thy wrath shall slake : 

 " To work him harm three spells I know ; 

 " But more than three I may not show. 



" These herbs of maddening power must feed 

 " Ere dawn of day his favourite steed ; 

 " Then soon as Lord Atholl shall touch the reins, 

 " Shall the steed dash out his master's brains. 



" And if any one hears and dares betray 

 " My secret ere St. Andrew's Day, 

 " I'll drink his blood, and crack each bone, 

 " And turn the strings of his heart to stone. 



" This cup did fiends at midnight make 



" l>y the heat of the burning brimstone lake ; 



" In this Lord Atholl's liquor pour, 



" And if once he drinks, he'll never drink more. 



" And if any one hears and dares betray 

 " My secret ere St. Andrew's Day, 

 " I'll drink his blood, and crack each bone, 

 " And turn the strings of his heart to stone. 



" And should your foe these spells evade, 

 " Then be the third and last essay'd ; 

 " Nor doubt I'll glut your vengeful spite 

 " With blood, ere ends to-morrow night. 



