Be that it drewe to the oware off none
A hondrith fat hartes ded ther lay.

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The blewe a mort uppone

the bent,

The femblyd on fydis fhear;

To the quyrry then the Perfe went
To fe the bryttlynge off the deare.

He fayd, It was the Duglas promys

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This day to meet me hear;

But I wyfte he wold faylle verament :

A gret oth the Perfè fwear.

At the late a fquyar of Northombelonde

Lokyde at his hand full ny,

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He was war ath the doughetie Doglas comynge;

With him a myghtè meany,

Both with fpear, byll,' and brande :

Yt was a myghti fight to se.

Hardyar men both off hart nar hande

Wear not in Christiantè.

The wear twenty hondrith fpear-men good

Withouten any fayle;

The wear borne a-long be the watter a Twyde,

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Yth bowndes of Tividale.

50

Leave

V. 31. blwe a mot. PC. V. 42. myghtte. PC. paffim. V. 43.

brylly. P. V. 48. withowte feale, PC.

Leave off the brytlyng of the dear, he fayde,
And to your bowys tayk good heed;

For never fithe ye wear on your mothars borne
Had ye never fo mickle need.

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,
Or whos men that ye be:
Who gave youe leave to hunte in this
Chyviat chays in the spyt of me?

The first mane that ever him an answear mayd,
Yt was the good lord Perfè:

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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 Be my troth, fayd the doughtè Dogglas agayn, Ther-for the ton of us fhall de this day.

V. 52. boys lock ye tayk. PC. V. 54. ned. PC. V. 56. att his. PC. V. 59. whos, PC, V.65. whoys, PC. V. 71. agay. PC.

Then fayd the doughtè Doglas

Unto the lord Perfè:

To kyll all thes giltles men,
A-las! it wear great pittè.

But, Perfè, thowe art a lord of lande,
I am a yerle callyd within my contre';
Let all our men uppone a parti stande;

And do the battell off the and of me.

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Nowe Criftes cors on his crowne, fayd the lord Perfè, Who-foever ther-to says nay.

Be my troth, doughtè Doglas,' he says,

Thow fhalt never fe that day;

Nethar in Ynglonde, Skottlonde, nar France,

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Nor for no man of a woman born,

But and fortune be my chance,

I dar met him on man for on.

Then bespayke a fquyar off Northombarlonde,
Ric. Wytharynton was his nam;

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It fhall 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 ;

I wyll

81, fayd the the. PC. V. 88. on. i. e. one. V. 93. twaw. PC,

I wyll never fe my captayne fyght on a fylde, 95 And ftande my-felffe, and looke on,

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.

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And you wyll here any mor athe hontyng athe ChyYet ys ther mor behynde.

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THE SECOND PART.

HE Yngglishe men hade ther bowys yebent,
Ther hartes were good yenoughe;

The first of arros that the fhote off,

Seven skore fpear-men the floughe.

Yet bydys the yerle Doglas uppon the bent,

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A captayne good yenoughe,

And that was fene verament,

For he wrought hom both woo and wouche.

The Dogglas pertyd his oft in thre,

Lyk a cheffe cheften off pryde,

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hountyng. PC. V. 3. firft, i. e. flight. V.5.

† FIT. Vid. Glof.

With fuar fpeares off myghttè tre
The cum in on every fyde.

Thrughe our Yngglishe archery
Gave many a wounde full wyde;
Many a doughete the garde to dy;
Which ganyde them no pryde.

The Yngglyfhe men let thear bowys be,
And pulde owt brandes that wer bright;
It was a hevy fyght to se

Bryght fwordes on basnites lyght.

Thorowe ryche male, and myne-ye-ple
Many fterne the stroke downe ftreght:
Many a freyke, that was full free,
Ther undar foot dyd lyght.

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Tyll the bloode owte off thear bafnetes fprente,

As ever dyd heal or rayne.

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Holde

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