The wear twenty hondrith spear-men good, The wear borne a-long be the watter a Twyde, "Leave off the brytlyng of the dear," he sayde, For never sithe ye wear on your mothars borne The dougheti Dogglas on a stede “Tell me 'what' men ye ar,” he says, Who gave youe leave to hunte in this Chyviat chays in the spyt of me?" The first mane that ever him an answear mayd, Yt was the good Lord Persè : "We wyll not tell the 'what' men we ar," he says, 65 "Nor whos men that we be; But we wyll hount hear in this chays, "The fattiste hartes in all Chyviat We have kyld, and cast to carry them a-way." 70 "Be my troth," sayd the doughtè Dogglas agayn, "Ther-for the ton of us shall de this day." Then sayd the doughtè Doglas Unto the Lord Persè : "To kyll all thes giltles men, A-las! it wear great pittè. 75 "But, Persè, thowe art a lord of lande, I am a yerle callyd within my contrè; V. 48, withowte. . . feale. P.C. V. 52, boys look ye tayk. P.C. V. 59, whos. P.C. V. 71, agay. P.C. 80 "Nethar in Ynglonde, Skottlonde, nar France, "Nowe Cristes cors on his crowne," sayd the Lord Persè, "Who-soever ther-to says nay; Be my troth, doughtè Doglas,” he says, "Thow shalt never se that day; Nor for no man of a woman born, But, and fortune be my chance, I dar met him, on man for on." 85 Then bespayke a squyar off Northombarlonde, Ric. Wytharynton was his nam; 90 "It shall never be told in Sothe-Ynglonde," he says, "To Kyng Herry the Fourth for sham. "I wat youe byn great lordes twa, 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 8 here I fynde. 100 And you wyll here any mor a' the hountyng a' the Chyviat, Yet ys ther mor behynde. THE SECOND.FIT. THE Yngglishe men hade ther bowys yebent, Ther hartes were good yenoughe; The first of arros that the shote off, V. 81, sayd the the. P. C. V. 88, on, i.e. one. ... V. 3, first, i.e. flight. 7 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 Herald's office. FIT.-Vide Gloss. Yet bydys the Yerle Doglas uppon the bent, And that was sene verament, For he wrought hom both woo and wouche. The Dogglas pertyd his ost in thre, Thrughe our Yngglishe archery 5 10 15 The Yngglishe men let thear bowys be, And pulde owt brandes that wer bright; It was a hevy syght to se 20 25 30 Bryght swordes on basnites lyght. Thorowe ryche male and myne-ye-ple, Ther undar foot dyd lyght. At last the Duglas and the Persè met, Thes worthè freckys for to fyght, Tyll the bloode owte off thear basnetes sprente "Holde the, Persè," sayd the Doglas, Wher thowe shalte have a yerls wagis V. 5, byddys. P.C. V. 17, boys. P.C. V. 18, briggt. P.C. V. 26, to, i.e. two. V. 33, helde, P.C. "Thoue shalte have thy ransom fre, I hight the hear this thinge, For the manfullyste man yet art thowe, 66 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, 9 Hit hathe strekene the Yerle Duglas Thoroue lyvar and longs bathe The sharp arrowe ys gane, That never after in all his lyffe-days He spayke mo wordes but ane: 45 50 That was,1 "Fyghte ye, my merry men, whyllys ye may, For my lyff-days ben gan.' 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 55 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 He rod uppon a corsiare Throughe a hondrith archery; He never styntyde, nar never blane, Tyll he came to the good Lord Persè. V. 49, throroue. P.C. 70 9 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. He set uppone the Lord Perse Clean thorow the body he the Persè bore, Towe bettar captayns wear nat in Cristiantè, An archar off Northomberlonde He bar a bende-bow in his hande, An arow, that a cloth yarde was lang, A dynt that was both sad and soar, 85 He sat on Sir Hewe the Mongon-byrry. The dynt yt was both sad and 'soar,' The swane-fethars, that his arrowe bar, 90 Ther was never a freake wone foot wolde fle, But still in stour dyd stand, Heawyng on yche othar, whyll the myght dre, With many a bal-ful brande. 2 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. |