Sidor som bilder

Then sayd the doughte Doglas

Unto the lord, Perse:

To kyll all thes giltless men,
A-las! it wear great pitte.

But, Perse, 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 Cristes cors on his crowne, sayd the lord
Who-soever ther-to says nay.

Be my troth, doughte Doglas, he says,

Thow shalt never se that day;


Nethar in Ynglonde, Skottlonde, nar France, 85

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 squyar off Northombarlonde,
Ric. Wytharynton was his nam;


It shall never be told in Sothe-Ynglonde, he says,
To kyng Herry the fourth for sham.

V. 81, sayd the the, PC. V. 88. on, i. e. one...

This is probably corrupted in the MS for Rog. Widdrington, who was at the head of the family in the reign of K. Edw. III. There were several successively of the names of Roger and Ralph, but none of the name of Richard, as appears from the genealogies in the Heralds' Office.

I wat youe byn great lordes twaw,
I am a poor squyar of lande;

I wyll never se my captayne fyght on a fylde, 95
And stande my-selffe, 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.


And youe wyll here any mor athe hountyng athe Yet ys ther mor behynde.



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

The first of arros that the shote off,
Seven skore spear-men the sloughe.

Yet bydys the yerle Doglas uppon the bent,

A captayne good yenoughe,

And that was sene verament,

For he wrought hom both woo and wouche.

The Dogglas pertyd his ost in thre,

Lyk a cheffe cheften off pryde,

V.3. first, i. e. flight.

V. 5. byddys. PC.

FIT. Vid. Gloss.



With suar speares off myghtte tre
The cum in on every syde.

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

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

Bryght swordes on basnites lyght.

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

At last the Duglas and the Perse met,
Lyk to captayns of myght and mayne;

The swapte togethar tyll the both swat
With swordes, that wear of fyn myllàn.

Thes worthe freckys for to fyght

Ther-to the wear full fayne,

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Tyll the bloode owte off thear basnetes sprente,

As ever dyd heal or rayne.

V. 17. boys. PC. V. 22. done. PC. V. 32. ran. PC.

V. 18. briggt. PC.
V. 26. to, i. e. two.

V. 21. throrowe. PC.

Ibid. and of. PC.

Holde the, Persè, sayd the Doglas,

And i' feth I shall the brynge

Wher thowe shalte have a yerls wagis
Of Jamy our Scottish kynge.

Thoue shalte have thy ransom fre,

I hight the hear this thinge,


For the manfullyste man yet art thowe,
That ever I conqueryd in filde fightyng. 40

Nay 'then' sayd the lord Persè,

I tolde it the beforne,

That I wolde never yeldyde be

To no man of a woman born.

With that ther cam an arrowe hastely
Forthe off a mightie wane,*


Hit hathe strekene the yerle Duglas

In at the brest bane.

Thoroue lyvar and longs bathe

The sharp arrowe ys gane,

That never after in all his lyffe days,

He spayke mo wordes but ane,


That was,t Fyghte ye, my merry men, whyllys
For my lyff days ben gan.

[ye may,

V. 33. helde. PC.

V. 49. throroue. PC.

* Wane, i. e. ane, one, sc. man. an arrow came from a mighty

one from a mighty man.


†This seems to have been a Gloss added.

The Persè leanyde on his brande,

And sawe the Duglas de ;

He tooke the dede man be the hande,
And sayd, Wo ys me for the!


To have savyde thy lyffe I wold have pertyd with

My landes for years thre,

For a better man of hart, nare of hande

Was not in all the north countre.

Off all that se a Skottishe knyght,


Was callyd Sir Hewe the Mongon-byrry, He sawe the Duglas to the deth was dyght; 65 He spendyd a spear a trusti tre:

He rod uppon a corsiare

Throughe a hondrith archery;

He never styntyde, nar never blane,...
Tyll he cam to the good lord Perse.

He set uppone the lord Perse

A dynte, that was full soare;

With a suar spear of a myghte tre

Clean thorow the body he the Perse bore.


Athe tothar syde, that a man myght se, 75

A large cloth yard and mare:

Towe bettar captayns wear nat in Christiante, Then that day slain wear ther.

V. 74. ber. PC.

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