Erle Percy there his ancyent spred, The Halfe-Moone shining all soe faire:* And the five wounds our Lord did beare. Then Sir George Bowes he straitwaye rose, And aye they vowed that knight to take. That baron he to his castle fled, To Barnard castle then fled hee. 105 110 *Ver. 106. The Halfe-Moone, &c.] The Silver Crescent is a a well-known Crest or Badge of the Northumberland family. It was probably brought home from some of the Cruzades against the Sarazens. In an ancient Pedigree in verse, finely illuminated on a Roll of Vellum, and written in the reign of Henry VII, (in possession of the family,) we have this fabulous account given of its original.—The author begins with accounting for the name of Gernon or Algernon, often borne by the Percies; who, he says, were .... Gernons fyrst named Brutys bloude of Troy : Which valliantly fyghtynge in the land of Perse [Persia.] At pointe terrible aynce the miscreants on nyght, An hevynly mystery was schewyd hym, old bookys reherse; In hys scheld did schyne a MoNe veryfying her lyght, Which to all the ooste yave a perfytte fyght, To vaynquys his enemys, and to deth them persue; And therefore the Persès [Percies] the Cressant doth renew. In the dark ages no Family was deemed considerable that did not derive its descent from the Trojan Brutus; or that was not distinguished by prodigies and miracles. The uttermost walles were eathe to win, The uttermost walles were lime and bricke; Then newes unto leeve London came Her grace she turned her round about, 115 120 125 Shee caus'd thirty thousand men berays'd, 130 Wi' them the false Erle Warwick went, Th' Erle Sussex and the Lord Hunsdèn; I wiss, they never stint ne blan." 135 This is quite in character: her majesty would sometimes swear at her nobles, as well as box their ears. Now spred thy ancyent, Westmorland, But the dun bulle is fled and gone, And the halfe moone vanished away: 140 Thee, Norton, wi' thine eight good sonnes, 145 Wi' them full many a gallant wight 150 IV. NORTHUMBERLAND BETRAYED This ballad may be considered as the sequel of the preceding. After the unfortunate Earl of Northumberland had seen himself forsaken of his followers, he endeavoured to withdraw into Scotland, but falling into the hands of the thievish borderers, was stript and otherwise ill-treated by them. At length he reached the house of Hector, of Harlaw, an Armstrong, with whom he hoped to lie concealed: for Hector had engaged his honour to be true to him, and was under great obligations to this unhappy nobleman. But this faithless wretch betrayed his guest for a sum of money to Murray the Regent of Scotland, who sent him to the castle of Loughleven, then belonging to William Douglas. All the writers of that time assure us, that Hector, who was rich before, fell shortly after into poverty, and became so infamous, that to take Hector's cloak, grew into a proverb to express a man who betrays his friend. See Camden, Carleton, Holingshed, &c. Lord Northumberland continued in the castle of Loughleven till the year 1572; when James Douglas Earl of Morton being elected Regent, he was given up to the Lord Hunsden at Berwick, and being carried to York suffered death. As Morton's party depended on Elizabeth for protection, an elegant Historian thinks "it was scarce possible for them to refuse putting into her hands a person who had taken up arms against her. But as a sum of money was paid on that acconnt, and shared between Morton and his kinsman Douglas, the former of whom, during his exile in England, had been much indebted to Northumberland's friendship, the abandoning this unhappy nobleman to inevitable destruction, was deemed an ungrateful and mercenary act." Robertson's Hist. So far History coincides with this ballad, which was apparently written by some Northern Bard soon after the event. The interposal of the witch-lady, (v. 53.) is probably his own invention: yet, even this hath some countenance from his history: for, about 25 years before, the Lady Jane Douglas, Lady Gla VOL. I. 53 mis, sister of the Earl of Angus, and nearly related to Douglas of Lough leven, had suffered death for the pretended crime of witch-craft; who, it is presumed, is the Witch-lady alluded to in verse 133. The following is selected (like the former) from two copies, which contained great variations; one of them in the Editor's folio MS. In the other copy some of the stanzas at the beginning of this Ballad are nearly the same with what in that MS. are made to begin another Ballad on the escape of the E. of Westmoreland, who got safe into Flanders, and is feigned in the ballad to have undergone a great variety of ad ventures. How long shall fortune faile me nowe, And harrowe me with fear and dread ? In misery my life to lead? To fall from my bliss, alas the while! One gentle Armstrong I doe ken, A Scot he is much bound to mee: To him I'll goe right privilie. Thus did the noble Percy 'plaine, When he with all his gallant men On Bramham moor had lost the day. |