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Be that it drewe to the oware off none
A hondrith fat hartes ded ther lay.
The blewę a mort uppone
the bent, The semblyd on fydis fear ; To the quyrry then the Persè went
To se the bryttlynge off the deare.
He fayd, It was the Duglas promys
This day to met me hear ;
A gret oth the Perle swear.
At the laste a fquyar of Northombelonde
40 He was war ath the doughetie Doglas comynge ;
With him a myghtè meany,
Both with spear, byll,' and brande :
Yt was a myghti fight to se. Hardyar men both off hart nar hande
Wear not in Criftiantè.
The wear twenty hondrith spear-men good
Withouten any fayle ;
V. 31. blwe a mot. -MS. 1. 42. myghtte. Ms. palim. V. 43. brylly. MS, 1.48. withowte . . . feale. MS.
Leave off the brytlyng of the dear, he fayde,
And to your bowys tayk good heed;
so mickle need.
The dougheti Dogglas on a ftede
He rode his men beforne ;
A bolder barne was never born,
Tell me what men ye ar, he says,
Chyviat chays in the spyt of me?
The first mane that ever him an answear inayd,
Yt was the good lord Persè :
Nor whos men that we be ;
In the fpyte of thyne, and of the.
The fattifte hartes in all Chyviat
We have kyld, and cast to carry them a-way. 70
V. 52. boys lock ye tayk, M. K. 54. ned. M$. V. 56. att his. M. v. 59. whos. MS. V. 64. Wios. Ms.
W.71. agay. MS,
But, Persè, thowe art a lord of lande,
contre ; Let all our men uppone a parti ftande ;
And do the battell off the and of me.
Nowe Cristes cors on his crowne, fayd the lord Perfè,
Who-soever ther-to says nay.
Thow shalt never fe that day.
Nethar in Ynglonde, Skottlonde, nar France,
Nor for no man of a woman born,
Then bespayke a squyar off Northombarlonde,
Ric. Wytharynton was his nam;
To kyng Herry the fourth for sham.
I wat youe byn great lordes twa,
I am a poor squyar of lande ;
D. 81. fayd the the. MS. i waw, MS.
V. 88. on. i. e. one.
I wyll never se my captayne fyght on a fylde,
And stande my-selffe, and looke on,
I wyll not • fayl both harte and hande..
That day, that day, that dredfull day:
The first fit here I fynde.
Yet ys ther mor behynd,
THE SECOND PART.
Ther hartes were good yenoughe;
Seven skore spear-men the floughe.
Yet bydys the yerle Doglas uppon the bent,
A captayne good yenoughe,
For he wrought hom both woo and wouche.
The Dogglas pertyd his oft in thre,
With V. 106. youe . . : hountyng. Ms. 1. 3. first, i. e. flight, 2. 5. byddys. MS.
With fuar speares off myghttè tre
The cum in on every fyde.
Thrughe our Yngglyfhe archery
Gave many a wounde full wyde;
Which ganyde them no pryde,
The Ynglyshe men let thear bowys be,
And pulde owt brandes that wer bright,
Bryght swordes on basnites lyght.
Thorowe ryche male, and myne-ye-ple
Many fterne the stroke downe streght,
Ther undar foot dyd lyght.
At last the Duglas and the Perse met,
Lyk to captayns of myght and mayne;
With fwordes, that wear of fyn myllàn,
Thes worthè freckys for to fyght
Ther-to the wear full fayne,
Holde V. 17. boys. MS. 1. 18. briggt. MS. V. 21, throrowe. MS. V.22. done. MS. V. 26. to, i. e. two. Ibid. and of. MS, 1. 32. san. Ms.