For all the men the Percye hade,

He could not gare me once to dyne.

He steped out at his pavillian dore,
To looke and it were lefse;
Arraye you, lordinges, one and all,
For heare begyns no peace.

The earle of Mentaye*, thou art my eame,
The fowarde I geve to thee:

The earle of Hunteley kawte and keene,

He fhall with thee bee.

The lord of Bowghan + in armor brighte

One the other hande he fhall be:
Lord Jhonftone, and lord Maxwell,
They two fhall be with me.

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:

For thowe hafte brente Northomberlande,

And done me greate envye;

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100

105

I LO

115

For

V. 113. 125.

The carl of Menteith. The lord Euchan.
Pearcy. MS. V. 116. I will hold to what I bave promised.

For this trefpas thou hafte me done,

The tone of us fhall dye.

The Dowglas answered him againe
With greate worde upe on

hee',

And fayd, I have twenty against thy one,
Beholde and thou mayefte fee.

120

Uppon St. Andrewe loud cane they crye,
And Christe they shout on heighte,

And fyne marcht on' our Englishe men,
As I have tould you righte.

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.

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

135

140

With

With that sharpe arrowes gane up to fly,
I tell you in fertayne;

Men of armes begane to joyne;

Many a doughty man was slayne.

The Percye and the Douglas mette,

That ether of other was faine;
The swapped together, whille that they swatte,
With fwoards of ffyne Collayne;

Tyll the bloode from the baffonets ranne,
As the rocke doth in the rayne.
Yeld thee to me, fayd the Dowglàs,
Or elfe thowe shalte be flayne:

For I fee, by thy brighte baffonete,
Thou art fome mane of mighte;

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And fo I doe by thy burnished brande,
Thou arte an earle, or else a knighte*.

155

By my good faithe, faid, the noble Percye,

Now hafte thou rede full righte,

Yet will I never yeeld me to thee,

Whille I maye ftonde and fighte.

160

They fwopede together, while that they fwotte, With fwoards sharpe and longe;

. 144. was theare flaine. MS. V. 147. fchapped. MS. Being all in armour be could not know him.

Eiche

The ftonderes flood still one elke fyde

With many a greevous grone;

Ther the foughte the daye, and all the nighte, 175

And many a doughtie man was

Ther was no ffreke, that wold flye,

But ftyfly in ftowre cane stand,

'flone.'

Eyche hewinge on other whylle they might drye,

With many a balfull brande.

Theare was flayne uppon the Scotes fyd,

For fouthe and fertenlye,

Sir James Dowglas theare was flayne,

180

That daye that he could dye.

The

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

that day.

The earlle of Mentay he was flayne,

Grifly groned uppon the grounde;

Sir Davie Scotte, Sir Walter Stuard,
Sir John' of Agurstonne".

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Sir Charles Murrey in that place

That never a foote wold flye;

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Sir Hughe Maxwell, a lord he was,

With the Dowglas did he dye.

Theare was flayne upon the Scottishe syde,

For fouthe as I you faye,

Of four and forty thousand Scotts

Went but eighteene awaye.

Theare was flain upon the Englishe fyde,

For fouthe and fertenlye,

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A gentle knighte, Sir John Fitz-hughe,

Yt was the more pittye.

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Sir James Harbotle ther was flayne,
For him their barts weare foare,
The gentle Lovelle' thear was flayne,
That the Percyes ftandard boare.

Theare

Our old Minfrel repeats thefe names, as Homer and Virgil do thofe of their Heroes:

-fortemque Gyam, fortemque Cloanthum. &c. &c. The Orig. MS. reads here, "Sir James." but fee above, ver. 112. V. 193. Scotts. MS. but fee v. 197. V. 203. Covelle. MS.For the names in this page, fee the Remarks at the end of this Eallud.