Be that it drewe to the oware off none The blewe a mort uppone the bent, ૩૦ Both with spear, byll,' and brande : Yt was a myghti fight to se. Hardyar men both off hart nar hande 45 Wear not in Cristiantè. The wear twenty hondrith spear-men good The wear borne a-long be the watter a Twydę, Yth bowndes of Tividale. 50 Leave 7.31. blwe a mot. -MS. V. 42. myghtte. MS. palim. V. 43. brylly. MS. V. 48. withowte. . . feale. MS. Leave off the brytlyng of the dear, he fayde, For never fithe ye wear on your mothars borne The dougheti Dogglas on a stede He rode his men beforne; His armor glytteryde as dyd a glede ; A bolder barne was never born. Tell me what' men ye ar, he fays, Who gave youe leave to hunte in this The first mane that ever him an answear mayd, We wyll not tell the 'what' men we ar, he says, 65 Nor whos men that we be ; But we wyll hount hear in this chays In the fpyte of thyne, and of the. The fattifte hartes in all Chyviat We have kyld, and caft to carry them a-way. 70 Be my troth, fayd the doughtè Dogglas agayn, Ther-for the ton of us fhall de this day. V. 56. att V. 64. whoys. Ms. V. 71. V, 52. boys lock ye tayk. MS. K. 54. ned. MS. his. MS. V. 59. whos. MS. agay. MS, Then fayd the doughtè Doglas Unto the lord Perfè: To kyll all thes giltles men, But, Perfè, thowe art a lord of lande, And do the battell off the and of me. 80 Nowe Criftes cors on his crowne, fayd the lord Perfè, Who-foever ther-to says nay. Be my troth, doughtè Doglas, he says, Thow fhalt never fe that day. Nethar in Ynglonde, Skottlonde, nar France, Nor for no man of a woman born, But and fortune be my chance, I dar met him on man for on, Then befpayke a fquyar off Northombarlonde, Ric. Wytharynton was his nam; 85 90 It fhall never be told in Sothe-Ynglonde, he fays, To kyng Herry the fourth for fham.. I wat youe byn great lordes twa, V. 81. fayd the the. MS. V. 88. on. i. e. one. twaw. MS. I wyll V. 93 I wyll never fe my captayne fyght on a fylde, But whyll I may my weppone welde I wyll not fayl' both harte and hande.. That day, that day, that dredfull day: 95 100 And you wyll here any mor athe hontyng athe Chyviat Yet ys ther mor behynd, THE SECOND PARt. TH HE Yngglifhe men hade ther bowys yebent, The first of arros that the fhote off, Seven skore fpear-men the floughe. Yet bydys the yerle Doglas uppon the bent, A captayne good yenoughe, And that was fene verament, For he wrought hom both woo and wouche. 5 ΤΟ With hountyng. MS. V. 3. firft, i. e. flight. With fuar fpeares off myghttè tre Thrughe our Yngglyfhe archery Gave many a wounde full wyde ; Many a doughete the garde to dy, Which ganyde them no pryde, The Ynglyshe men let thear bowys be, Bryght fwordes on basnites lyght. Thorowe ryche male, and myne-ye-ple Many fterne the ftroke downe ftreght, Many a freyke, that was full fre, At last the Duglas and the Perfè met, 25 |