"We wyll not tell the whoys men wear," he says,
"nor whos men that we be;

But we wyll hounte hear in this chays,
in the spyt of thyne and of the.

17. "The fattiste hartës in all Chyviat

we have kyld, and cast to carry them away. "Be my troth," sayd the doughetë Dogglas agayn,

"therfor the ton1 of us shall de this day."

18. Then sayd the doughtë Doglas

unto the lord Persë:

"To kyll alle thes giltles men,
alas, it wear great pittë!

19. "But, Persë, thowe art a lord of lande,
I am a yerle callyd within my contrë;
Let all our men uppone a parti stande,
and do the battell off the and of me."

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22. Then bespayke a squyar off Northombarlonde, Richard Wytharyngton was his nam: "It shall never be told in Sothe-Ynglonde," he says,

"to Kyng Herry the Fourth for sham.

23. "I wat youe byn great lordës twaw,

I am a poor squyar of lande:

I wylle never se my captayne fyght on a fylde,
and stande my selffe and loocke on,
But whylle I may my weppone welde,
I wylle not fayle both hart and hande.”

24. That day, that day, that dredfull day!
the first fit here I fynde;

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a captayne good yenoughe, And that was sene verament,

for he wrought hom both woo and wouche.'

27. The Dogglas partyd his ost in thre, lyk a cheffe cheften off pryde; With suar spears off myghttë tre, the cum in on every syde:

28. Thrughe our Yngglyshe archery

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gave many a wounde fulle wyde; Many a doughetë the3 garde to dy, which ganyde them no pryde.

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30. Thorowe ryche male and myneyeple, many sterne the 3 strocke done streght; Many a freyke that was fulle fre, ther undar foot dyd lyght.

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31. At last the Duglas and the Persë met, lyk to captayns of myght and of mayne;

32. Thes worthe freckys for to fyght,

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ther-to the wear fulle fayne,

Tylle the bloode owte off thear basnetes sprente as ever dyd heal or rayn.

33. "Yelde the, Persë," sayde the Doglas, "and i feth I shalle the brynge Wher thowe shalte have a yerls wagis of Jamy our Skottish kynge.

35. "Nay," sayd the lord Persë,

"I tolde it the beforne,

That I wolde never yeldyde be

to no man of a woman born."

36. With that ther cam an arrowe hastely, forthe off a myghttë wane; 12 Hit hathe strekene the yerle Duglas in at the brest-bane.

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1 harm 2 trusty they made, caused nets, a kind of helmet gauntlet 7 struck down man • smote 10 Milan steel 11 promise 12 flight

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Was walking on the sand.

4. The first line that Sir Patrick red,
A loud lauch 2 lauched he;
The next line that Sir Patrick red,
The teir blinded his ee.

5. "O wha is this has don this deid,
This ill deid don to me,

To send me out this time o' the yeir,
To sail upon the se!

6. "Mak hast, mak haste, my mirry men all, Our guid schip sails the morne:"

"O say na sae, my master deir,

For I feir a deadlie storme.

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