THE SECOND PART.

THE merchant sett my lorde a glasse

Soe well apparent in his sight,

And on the morrowe, by nine of the clocke,

He shewed him Sir Andrewe Barton knight.

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His hachebord it was 'gilt' with gold,
Soe deerlye dight it dazzled the ee:
Nowe by my faith, lord Howarde sais,
This is a gallant sight to see.

Take in your ancyents, standards eke,
So close that no man may them see;
And put me forth a white willowe wand,
As merchants use to sayle the sea.
But they stirred neither top, nor mastR;

Stoutly they past Sir Andrew by.

What English churles are yonder, he sayd,

That can soe litle curtesye?

Now by the roode, three yeares and more
I have been admirall over the sea;
And never an English nor Portingall

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this way.

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Without my leave can passe
Then called he forth his stout pinnàce;

"Fetch backe yond pedlars nowe to mee:

V. 5, 'hached with gold.' MS.

8 i, e. did not salute.

I sweare by the masse, yon English Churles
Shall all hang att my maine-mast tree."

With that the pinnace itt shott off,

Full well Lord Howard might it ken; For itt stroke down my lord's fore mast, And killed fourteen of his men.

Come hither, Simon, sayes my lord,

Looke that thy word be true, thou said; 30 For at my maine-mast thou shalt hang,

If thou misse thy marke one shilling bread.

Simon was old, but his heart itt was bold,

His ordinance he laid right lowe; He put in chaine full nine yardes long,

With other great shott lesse, and moe;

And he lette goe his great gunnes shott:
Soe well he settled itt with his ee,
The first sight that Sir Andrew sawe,

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He see his pinnace sunke in the sea.

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And when he saw his pinnace sunke,

Lord, how his heart with rage did swell! "Nowe cutt my ropes, itt is time to be gon;

Ile fetch yond pedlars backe mysell." When my Lord sawe Sir Andrewe loose, Within his heart hee was full faine:

V. 35, i. e. discharged chain-shot.

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"Nowe spread your ancyents, strike up drummes, Sound all your trumpetts out amaine."

Fight on, my men, Sir Andrewe sais,
Weale howsoever this geere will sway;

Itt is my lord admirall of England,

Is come to seeke mee on the sea. Simon had a sonne, who shott right well, That did Sir Andrew mickle scare;

In att his decke he gave a shott,

Killed threescore of his men of warre.

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Then Henrye Hunt with rigour hott

Came bravely on the other side,

Soone he drove downe his fore-mast tree,

And killed fourscore men beside.

Nowe, out alas! Sir Andrewe cryed,

What may a man now thinke, or say? Yonder merchant theefe, that pierceth mee, He was my prisoner yesterday.

Come hither to me, thou Gordon good,
That aye wast ready att my call;

I will give thee three hundred markes,

If thou wilt let my beames downe fall.

Lord Howard hee then calld in haste,

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Horseley see thou be true in stead;

V. 67, 84, pounds. MS.

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For thou shalt at the maine-mast hang,
If thou misse twelvescore one penny bread.

Then Gordon swarved the maine-mast tree,
He swarved it with might and maine;
But Horseley with a bearing arrowe,
Stroke the Gordon through the braine;
And he fell unto the haches again,

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And sore his deadlye wounde did bleed: Then word went through Sir Andrews men, How that the Gordon hee was dead.

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Come hither to mee, James Hambilton,
Thou art my only sisters sonne,

If thou wilt let my beames downe fall,

Six hundred nobles thou hast wonne.

With that he swarved the maine-mast tree,

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He swarved it with nimble art;

But Horseley with a broad arròwe

Pierced the Hambilton thorough the heart:

And downe he fell upon the deck,

That with his blood did streame amaine : 90

Then every Scott cryed, Well-away!

Alas a comelye youth is slaine!

All woe begone was Sir Andrew then,

With griefe and rage his heart did swell:

V. 75, bearinge, sc. that carries well, &c. But see Gloss. vol. i.

"Go fetch me forth my armour of proofe,
For I will to the topcastle mysell."

"Goe fetch me forth my armour of proofe;
That gilded is with gold soe cleare:
God be with my brother John of Barton!
Against the Portingalls hee it ware;
And when he had on this armour of proofe,
He was a gallant sight to see:

Ah! nere didst thou meet with living wight,
My deere brother, could cope with thee."

Come hither Horseley, sayes my lord,

right,

And looke your shaft that itt goe
Shoot a goode shoote in time of need,
And for it thou shalt be made a knight.
Ile shoot my best, quoth Horseley then,

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Your honour shall see, with might and maine;

But if I were hanged at your maine-mast,

I have now left but arrowes twaine.

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Sir Andrew he did swarve the tree,

With right good will he swarved then :

Upon his breast did Horseley hitt,

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But the arrow bounded back agen.

Then Horseley spyed a privye place
With a perfect eye in a secrette part;
Under the spole of his right arme

He smote Sir Andrew to the heart.

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