Be that it drewe to the oware off none The blewe a mort uppone the bent, The femblyd on fydis fhear; He fayd, It was the Duglas promys This day to met me hear; But I wyfte he wold faylle verament : A gret oth the Perfè swear. At the laste a squyar of Northombelonde Lokyde at his hand full ny, He was war ath the doughetie Doglas comynge; Both with spear, byll,' and brande: Yt was a myghti fight to fe. 30 35 40 Hardyar men both off hart nar hande 45 Wear not in Cristiantè. The wear twenty hondrith fpear-men good The wear borne a-long be the watter a Twyde, Yth bowndes of Tividale. V. 31. blwe a mot. MS. 50 Leave V. 42. myghtte. MS. paffim. V. 43. brylly. MS, V. 48. withowte... feale. MS. Leave off the brytlyng of the dear, he sayde, 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 Chyviat chays in the spyt of me? The first mane that ever him an anfwear mayd, 55 60 We wyll not tell the what' men we ar, he fays, 65. Nor whos men that we be; But we wyll hount hear in this chays In the spyte of thyne, and of the. The fattifte hartes in all Chyviat We have kyld, and caft to carry them a-way. 70 V. 52. boys lock ye tayk. MS. V. 54. ned. MS. V. 56. att his. MS. V. 59. whos. MS. 1. 64. whoys. M). V. 71. 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. Nowe Criftes cors on his crowne, fayd the lord Perfè, Who-foever ther-to fays nay. Be my troth, doughtè Doglas, he fays, Thow fhalt never fe that day. It shall never be told in Sothe-Ynglonde, he fays, To kyng Herry the fourth for fham. I wat youe byn great lordes twa, I am a poor fquyar of lande; 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: The first FIT here I fynde. 95 100 And you wyll here any mor athe hontyng athe Chyviat THE SECOND PART. HE Yngglishe 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 sene verament, For he wrought hom both woo and wouche. The Dogglas pertyd his oft in thre, Lyk a cheffe cheften off pryde, 5 10 With P. 106. youe... hountyng. MS. V. 3. first, i. e. flight. V. 5. byddys. MS. With fuar speares 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 Ynglyfhe men let thear bowys be, Bryght fwordes on bafnites lyght. Thorowe ryche male, and myne-ye-ple Many fterne the stroke downe ftreght. At laft the Duglas and the Perfè met, Lyk to captayns of myght and mayne ; The swapte togethar tyll the both swat With fwordes, that wear of fyn myllàn. Thes worthè freckys for to fyght Ther-to the wear full fayne, Tyll the bloode owte off thear basnetes fprente, As ever dyd heal or rayne. Holde V. 17. boys. MS. MS. V. 22. done. MS. . 18. briggt. MS. V. 21. throrowe. V. 26. to, i, e. tavo. Ibid. and of. MS, |