Many a freyke, that was full free, At last the Duglas and the Persè met, Lyk to captayns of myght and mayne; The swapte togethar tyll the both swat With swordes, that wear of fyn myllàn. Thes worthè freckys for to fyght Ther-to the wear full fayne, Tyll the bloode owte off thear basnetes sprente, Holde the, Persè, sayd the Doglas, And i' feth I shall the brynge Wher thowe shalte have a yerls wagis Thoue shalte have thy ransom fre, For the manfullyste man yet art thowe, Nay 'then' sayd the lord Persè, I tolde it the beforne, To no man of a woman born. With that ther cam an arrowe hastely Hit hathe strekene the yerle Duglas V. 26, to, i. e. two. Ibid. and of, P. C. V. 32, ran. P. C. 25 30 335 40 45 8 Wane, i. e. ane. one, sc. man; an arrow came from a mighty one: from a mighty man. 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 9, Fyghte ye, my merry men, whyllys ye may, For my lyff days ben gan. The Persè leanyde on his brande, 50 55 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, 60 For a better man of hart, nare of hande Was not in all the north countrè. Off all that se a Skottishe knyght, Was callyd Sir Hewe the Mongon-byrry, He sawe the Duglas to the deth was dyght; 65 75 Athe tothar syde, that a man myght se, Towe bettar captayns wear nat in Cristiantè, V. 74, ber. P. C. V. 78, ther. P. C. V. 49, throroue. P. C. An archar of Northomberlonde 80 He bar a bende-bow in his hande, Was made off trusti tre: An arow, that a cloth yarde was lang, 85 A dynt, that was both sad and soar, He sat on Sir Hewe the Mongon-byrry. The dynt yt was both sad and 'soar,' Ther was never a freake wone foot wolde fle, Heawyng on yche othar, whyll the myght dre, This battell begane in Chyviat The battell was nat half done. The tooke 'on' on ethar hand Be the lyght off the mone; Many hade no strength for to stande, Of fifteen hondrith archers of Ynglonde Of twenty hondrith spear-men of Skotlonde, V. 80, Say, i.e. sawe. V. 84, haylde. P. C. V. 87, sar. P. C. V. 102, abou. P.C. 10 This incident is taken from the battle of Otterbourn; in which Sir Hugh Montgomery, Knt. (son of John Lord Montgomery) was slain with an arrow. Vide Crawfurd's Peerage. But all wear slayne Cheviat within: The hade no strengthe to stand on he: The chylde may rue that is un-borne, It was the mor pittè. Thear was slayne with the lord Persè Sir John of Agerstone, Sir Roger the hinde Hartly, Sir Wyllyam the bolde Hearone. Sir Jorg the worthè Lovele A knyght of great renowen, Sir Raff the ryche Rugbè With dyntes wear beaten dowene. 110 115 For Wetharryngton my harte was wo, That ever he slayne shulde be; 120 For when both his leggis wear hewyne in to, He knyled and fought on hys kne. Ther was slayne with the dougheti Douglas Sir Davye Lwdale, that worthè was, 125 His sistars son was he: Sir Charles a Murrè, in that place, That never a foot wolde fle; Sir Hewe Maxwell, a lorde he was, So on the morrowe the mayde them byears Many wedous with wepyng tears 1, V. 108, strenge.... hy. P. C. 130 V. 115, lóule. P. C. V. 121, in to, V. 132, gay. P.C. i. e. in two. V. 122, Yet he.... kny. P. C. 1 A common pleonasm, see the next poem, Fit 2nd, v. 155. So Harding in his Chronicle, chap. 140, fol. 148, describing the death of Richard I., says, Tivydale may carpe off care, Northombarlond may mayk grat mone, For towe such captayns, as slayne wear thear, Word ys commen to Edden-burrowe 135 To Jamy the Skottishe kyng, 140 That dougheti Duglas, lyff-tenant of the Merches, That lord Persè, leyff-tennante of the Merchis, 150 God have merci on his soll, sayd kyng Harry, I have a hondrith captayns in Yynglonde, he sayd, As good as ever was hee: But Persè, and I brook my lyffe, 155 Thy deth well quyte shall be. As our noble kyng made his a-vowe, He dyd the battel of Hombyll-down: 160 For the names in this and the foregoing page, see the remarks at the end of the next ballad. V. 146, ye setḥ. P.C, V. 149, cheyff tennante. P. C. He shrove him then unto Abbots thre With great sobbyng. and wepyng teares. So likewise Cavendish, in his Life of Cardinal Wolsey, chap. 12, p. 31, 4to. 66 'When the Duke heard this, he replied with weeping teares," &c. |