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36. He that had neither beene a kithe nor kin
Might have seene a full fayre sight,
With blades both browne and bright; 37. To have seene how these yeomen together
That ffettled them to flye away. 150 38. Robin was reacheles ? on a roote,
And stumbled at that tyde,
And hitt him ore the left side.
47. “Hearken! hearken !” sayd the sheriffe,
“I heard noe tydings but good; For yonder I heare Sir Guyes horne blowe, For he hath slaine Robin Hoode.
190 48. “For yonder I heare Sir Guyes horne blow,
Itt blowes soe well in tyde,
Cladd in his capull-hyde.
49. “Come hither, thou good Sir Guy,
Aske of mee what thou wilt have:" “I'le none of thy gold,” sayes Robin Hood,
"Nor I'le none of itt have.
39. “Ah, deere Lady!” sayd Robin Hoode,
“Thou art both mother and may !" I thinke it was never mans destinye
To dye before his day.”
And soone leapt up againe,
Good Sir Guy hee has slayne.
And sticked itt on his bowes end:
Which thing must have an ende.” 42. Robin pulled forth an Irish kniffe,
And nicked Sir Guy in the fface,
170 43. Saies, “Lye there, lye there, good Sir Guye,
And with me be not wrothe;
Nor noe other will I have.”
“Thou sholdest have had a knights ffee; Seeing thy asking hath beene soe badd,
Well granted it shall be.” 52. But Litle John heard his master speake,
Well he knew that was his steven; ' “Now shall I be loset,” quoth Litle John,
"With Christs might in heaven.” 53. But Robin hee hyed him towards Litle
Fast after him did drive.
54. “Stand abacke! stand abacke!” sayd Robin;
"Why draw you mee soe neere?
Ones shrift another shold heere."
58. But he cold neither soe fast goe,
Nor away soe fast runn,
Did cleave his heart in twinn.
THE BATTLE OF OTTERBURN
11. Syr Harry Perssy cam to the walles,
The Skottyssch oste for to se,
Full sore it rewyth me. 12. “Yf thou hast haryed all Bamborowe schyre,
Thow hast done me grete envye;'
The tone of us schall dye.” 13. “Where schall I byde the?" sayd the Dowglas,
“Or where wylte thow com to me?” 50 “At Otterborne, in the hygh way,
Ther mast thow well logeed be.
To make the game and glee;
Amonge the holtes on hye.
Well looged ther mast be;
бо 16. “Ther schall I byde the," sayd the Dowglas,
"By the fayth of my bodye.” “Thether schall I com,” sayd Syr Harry Perssy
“My trowth I plyght to the.” 17. A pype of wyne he gave them over the walles,
For soth as I yow saye;
And all hys ost that daye. 18. The Dowglas turnyd hym homewarde agayne, For soth withowghten naye;
70 He toke his logeyng at Oterborne,
Upon a Wedynsday.
Hys gettyng more and lesse,
To chose ther geldynges gresse." 20. A Skottysshe knyght hoved upon the bent,'
A wache I dare well saye;
80 21. He prycked to hys pavyleon dore,
As faste as he myght ronne;
1. Yt felle abowght the Lamasse tyde,
Whan husbondes wynnes' ther haye,
In Ynglond to take a praye.
He bowynd hym over Sulway;
That raysse : they may rewe for aye. 3. Over Hoppe tope hyll they cam in,
And so down by Rodclyffe crage;
Styrande* many a stage.
And haryed many a towyn;
To battell that were not bowyn. 5. Than spake a berne upon the bent,
Of comforte that was not colde,
We have all welth in holde. 6. “Now we have haryed all Bamborowe schyre,
All the welth in the world have wee;
So styll and stalworthlye.”
The standerds schone fulle bryght;
And thether they cam fulle ryght.
30 He had byn a march-man all hys dayes,
And kepte Barwyke upon Twede. 9. To the Newe Castell when they cam,
The Skottes they cryde on hyght,
Com to the fylde, and fyght.
Thy erytage good and ryght,
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22, “Awaken, Dowglas," cryed the knyght,
“For thow maste waken wyth wynne;' Yender have I spyed the prowde Perssye,
And seven stondardes wyth hym.” 23. "Nay by my trowth,” the Dowglas sayed,
“It ys but a fayned taylle;
For all Ynglonde so haylle. 24. “Was I not yesterdaye at the Newe Castell,
That stondes so fayre on Tyne ?
He coude not garre : me ones to dyne." 25. He stepped owt at his pavelyon dore,
To loke and it were lesse:*
For here bygynnes no peysse. 26. “The yerle of Mentaye, thow arte my eme,
The fowarde ' I gyve to the:
He schall be wyth the.
27. “The lorde of Bowghan, in armure bryght,
On the other hand he schall be;
They to schall be with me.
34. Thus Syr Hary Perssye toke the fylde,
For soth as I yow saye;
Dyd helpe hym well that daye.
The cronykle wyll not layne; 8
That day fowght them agayne.
In hast ther cam a knyght;
And thus he sayd full ryght:
Wyth many a noble knyght;
That he may see thys fyght. 38. “The Baron of Grastoke ys com out of the
150 All they loge at your fathers thys nyght,
And the batell fayne wolde they see." 39. “For Jhesus love," sayd Syr Harye Perssy,
"That dyed for yow and me,
And saye thow sawe me not with yee." 40. "My trowth ys plyght to yonne Skottysh
160 41. “And if that I weynde of thys growende,
For soth, onfowghten awaye,
In hys londe another daye.
By Mary, that mykkel maye,
Wyth a Skotte another daye.
170 Mynstrells, playe up for your waryson,'
And well quyt it schall bee.
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8 wary and bold did
12 sent away
44. “Every man thynke on hys trewe-love,
And marke hym to the Trenite;
Thys day wyll I not flee."
Hys standerde stood on hye,
180 46. The whyte lyon on the Ynglyssh perte,'
For soth as I yow sayne,
The Skottes faught them agayne.
And thrysse they schowte on hyght,
As I have tolde yow ryght. 48. Sent George the bryght, owr Ladyes knyght, To name they were full fayne;
190 Owr Ynglyssh men they cryde on hyght,
And thrysse they schowtte agayne.
I tell yow in sertayne;
Many a dowghty man was ther slayne. 50. The Perssy and the Dowglas mette,
That ether of other was fayne;
Wyth swordes of fyne collayne: 8 51. Tyll the bloode from ther bassonnettes ranne,
As the roke? doth in the rayne;
"Or elles thow schalt be slayne.
57. The stonderdes stode styll on eke a : syde,
Wyth many a grevous grone;
And many a dowghty man was slayne. 58. Ther was no freke* that ther wolde flye,
But styffely in stowre can stond, 230 Ychone hewyng on other whyll they myght
Wyth many a bayllefull bronde.
For soth and sertenly,
That day that he cowde? dye.
Grysely 'groned upon the growynd;
Syr Jhon of Agurstoune.
That never a fote wold flee;
Wyth the Dowglas dyd he dye.
For soth as I yow saye,
Went but eyghtene awaye.
250 A gentell knyght, Syr Jhon Fechewe,
Yt was the more pety.
52. “For I see by thy bryght bassonet,
Thow arte sum man of myght;
Thow arte an yerle, or elles a knyght.” 53. “By my good faythe,” sayd the noble Perssye,
"Now haste thou rede & full ryght; Yet wyll I never yelde me to the,
Whyll I may stonde and fyght.” 54. They swapped together whyll that they swette,
Wyth swordës scharpe and long;
Tyll ther helmes cam in peyses dowyn.
64. Syr James Hardbotell ther was slayne,
For hym ther hartes were sore;
That the Perssys standerd bore.
65. Ther was slayne upon the Ynglyssh perte,
For soth as I yow saye,
part ? pike (fish) : aloud Cologne steel ? smoke? distaff?
6 till 8 discerned
66. The other were slayne in the fylde;
Cryste kepe ther sowlles from wo!
Agaynst so many a foo. 67. Then on the morne they mayde them beerys
Of byrch and haysell graye;
Ther makes they fette ? awaye. 68. Thys fraye bygan at Otterborne,
Bytwene the nyght and the day; 270 Ther the Dowglas lost hys lyffe,
And the Perssy was lede awaye.
Syr Hewe Mongomery was hys name;
He borowed the Perssy home agayne. 70. Now let us all for the Perssy praye
To Jhesu most of myght,