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The wear twenty hondrith spear-men good,
Withouten any fayle;
Yth, bowndes of Tividale.
“ And to your bowys tayk good heed ; For never sithe ye wear on your mothars borne
Had ye never so mickle need."
He rode att his men beforne;
A bolder barne was never born.
" Or whos men that ye be:
Chyviat chays in the spyt of me?"
Yt was the good Lord Persè: “ 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 spyte of thyne and of the. “ The fattiste hartes in all Chyviat
We have kyld, and cast to carry them a-way.” 70 6 Be my troth,” sayd the doughtè Dogglas agayn,
“Ther-for the ton of us shall de this day. Then sayd the doughtè Doglas
Unto the Lord Persè: “To kyll all thes giltles men,
A-las! it wear great pittè. “ But, Persè, thowe art a lord of lande,
I am a yerle callyd within my contrè; Let all our men uppone a parti stande,
And do the battell off the and of me.” V. 48, withowte ... feale. P.C. V. 52, boys look ye tayk. P.C. V. 54, ned. P.C. V. 59, whos. P.C. V. 65, whoys P.C.
V. 71, agay. P.C.
“ Nowe Cristes cors on his crowne," sayd the Lord Persè,
“ Who-soever ther-to says nay;
“ Thow shalt never se that day;
Nor for no man of a woman born,
I dar met him, on man for on."
90 “ It shall never be told in Sothe-Ynglonde,” he says,
“ To Kyng Herry the Fourth for sham.
I am a poor squyar of lande;
And stande my-selffe, and looke on,
I wyll not ‘fayl 'both harte and hande.”
100 And you wyll here any mor a' the hountyng a' the
THE SECOND FIT.
Ther hartes were good yenoughe;
Seven skore spear-men the sloughe.
V. 81, sayd the the. P. C. V. 88, on, i.e. one.
V. 3, first, i.e. fight. ? This is probably corrupted in the MS. for Rog. Widdrington, who was at the head of the family in the reign of K. Edw. III. There were several successively of the names of Roger and Ralph, but none of the name of Richard, as appears from the genealogies in the Herald's office.
& Fit.Vide Gloss.
Yet bydys the Yerle Doglas uppon the bent,
A captayne good yenoughe,
For he wrought hom both woo and wouche.
Lyk a cheffe cheften off pryde,
The cum in on every syde:
Gave many a wounde full wyde;
Which ganyde them no pryde.
And pulde owt brandes that wer bright;
Bryght swordes on basnites lyght.
Many sterne the stroke downe streght;
Ther undar foot dyd lyght.
Lyk to captayns of myght and mayne ;
With swordes that were of fyn myllàn.
Ther-to the wear full fayne,
As ever dyd heal or rayne.
“ And i' feth I shall the brynge Wher thowe shalte have a yerls wagis
Of Jamy our Scottish kynge.
V. 5, byddys. P.C.
orowe. P.C. Ibid. and of, P.C.
V. 17, boys. P.C.
V. 22, done. P.C.
V. 18, briggt. P.C.
V. 26, to, i.e. two. V. 33, helde. P.C.
“ Thoue shalte have thy ransom fre,
I hight the hear this thinge,
That ever I conqueryd in filde fightyng." 40 “Nay then,'” sayd the Lord Persè,
“ I tolde it the beforne,
To no man of a woman born.”
Forthe off a mightie wane ; 9
In at the brest bane.
The sharp arrowe ys gane,
He spayke mo wordes but ane :
For my lyff-days ben gan.”
And sayd, “Wo ys me for the !
My landes for years thre,
Was not in all the north countrè.”
Was callyd Sir Hewe the Mongon-byrry;
He spendyd a spear, a trusti tre :
Throughe a hondrith archery;
V. 49, throroue. P.C. 9 Wane, i.e. ane, one, sc. man; an arrow came from a mighty one: from a mighty man.
i This seems to have been a gloss added.
He set uppone the Lord Persè
A dynte that was full soare;
Clean thorow the body he the Persè bore,
A large cloth yard and mare:
Then that day slain wear thare.
Say slean was the Lord Persè ;
Was made off trusti tre.
To th' hard stele halyde he;
He sat on Sir Hewe the Mongon-byrry.
That he on Mongon-byrry sete ;
With his hart-blood the wear wete.?
But still in stour dyd stand,
With many a bal-ful brande.
An owar befor the none,
The battell was nat half done.
Be the lyght off the mone;
In Chyviat the hillys abone.
V. 84, haylde. P.C. V. 87, sar. P.C. V. 102, abou. P.C. 2 This incident is taken from the battle of Otterbourn; in which Sir Hugh Montgomery, Knt. (son of John Lord Montgomery), was slain with an arrow.–Vide Crawfurd's Peerage.