For all the men the Percye hade,

He could not gare me once to dyne.

95

He steped out at his pavillian dore,

To looke and it were lesse ;
Arraye you, lordinges, one and all,

For heare begyns no peace.

100

The earle of Mentaye*, thou art my eame,

The fowarde I geve to thee :
The earle of Hunteley kawte and keene,

He shall with thee bee.

105

The lord of Bowghan 't in armor brighte

One the other hande he shall be:
Lord Jhonftone, and lord Maxwell,

They two fall be with me.

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Swintone faire feelde uppon your pride

To battelle make you bowen :
Sir Davie Scotte, Sir Walter Stewarde,

Sir John of Agurstone.

The Percy came before his ofte,

Which was ever a gentle knighte,
Uppon the Dowglas lowde can he crie,

I wille hould that I have highte :

116

For thowe hafte brente Northomberlande,

And done me greate envye ;

For

The carl of Menteith. + Tke lord Euchan, V. 113. 125. Pearcy. Ms. V. 116. I will bald to what I bave promijed.

For this trespas thou haste me done,

The tone of us shall dye.

120

With greate

The Dowglas answered him againe

worde And sayd, I have twenty against thy one,

Beholde and thou mayeste see.

upe on

hee',

125

With that the Percy was greeved fore,

For fothe as I you say:
Jhesu Christe in hevene on height

Did helpe him well that daye.

130

But nine thousand thear was no more,

The Chronicles will not leane; Forty thousand of Scots and fowere

That daye foughte them againę.

Uppon St. Andrewe loud cane they crye,

And Chrifte chey shout on heighte,
And fyne marcht on our Englishe men,

As I have tould you righte.

135

St. George the brighte our Ladye's knighte

To name they * weare full fayne,
Our Englishe mene they cried on height,

And Chrifte they shoute againe.

140 With

V. 122. highe. MS. 1. 135. marked then one. MS. * 1. e. the English.

With that charpe arrowes gabe up to fly,

I tell you in fertayne;
Men of armes begane to joyne;

Many a doughty man was flayne.

The Percye and the Douglas mette,

145 That ether of other was faine ; The swapped together, whille that they (watte,

With swoards of ffyne Collayne;

150

Tyll the bloode from the bassonets range,

As the rocke doth in the rayne.
Yeld thee to me, fayd the Dowglas,

Or else thowe shalte be flayne :

For I fee, by thy brighte bassonete,

Thou art some mane of mighte;
And so I doe by thy burnished brande,

Thou arte an earle, or else a knighte*.

155

By my good faithe, said the noble Percye,

Now haste thou rede full righte,
Yet will I never yeeld me to thee,

Whille I maye stonde and fighte.

160

They swopede together, whille that tkey swette,
With swoards harpe and longe ;

Eiche

| v. 144. was theare Naine. MS. V. 147. fchapped. MS.

* Eeing alin armouy be could nit know bim.

Eiche one other so faste they beete,

Tyll their helmets came in pieces dowce.

165

The Percye was a mane of strengthe,

I tell you in this stownde,
He smote the Dowglas at the swords length,

That he felle to the grounde.

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170

The swoard was sharpe and soare can byte,

I tell you in certáyne ;
To the earle he coulde him (mytre,

Thus was the Dowglas Nayne.

The stonderes stood fill one elke syde

With many a greevous grone;
Ther the foughte the daye, and all the nighte, 175

And many a doughtie man was flone.'

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Ther was no ffreke, that wold Aye,

But styfly in stowre cane stand, Eyche hewinge on other whylle they might drye, With many a balfull brande.

180

Theare was flayne uppon the Scotes fyd,

For fouthe and fertenlye,
Sir James Dowglas theare was flayne,

That daye that he could dye.

The

V. 163. i. e. Each on other. V. 176. Nayne. MS. V. 179. Eyche one hewinge. MS. V. 18c. bronde. Mø. Vi 184. i. é. He died

ibat day.

185

The earlle of Mentay he was flayne,

Grifly groned uppon the grounde ;
Sir Davie Scotte, Sir Walter Stuard,

Sir John' of Agurftonne*

190

Sir Charles Murrey in that place

That never a foote wold flyez
Sir Hughe Maxwell, a lord he was,

With the Dowglas did he dye.

Theare was flayné upon the Scottifhe fyde,

For southe as I you saye,
Of four and forty thousand Scotts

Went but eighteene awaye.

195

Theare was Nain upon the Englife fyde,

For fouthe and fertenlye,
A gentle knighte, Sir John Fitz-hughe,

Yt was the more pittye. ·

200

Sir James Harbotle ther was flayne,

For him their barts weare soare,
The gentle

• Lovelle' thear was slayne,
That the Percyes ftandard boare.

Theare

* Our old Minstrel repeats these names, as Homer and Virgil do sbose of their Heroes :

-fortemque Gyam, fortemque Cloanthum. &c. &c. The Orig. MS. reads here, “ Sir James,” but see above, ver. 112.

V. 193. Scotts. MS. but see v. 197. V. 203. Covelle. MS.For t be names in this page, see ikp Remarks at the end of this Ealiud.

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