"this is cold comfort," sais my Lord Haward, "to wellcome a stranger thus to the sea; Ile bring him & his shipp to shore, or else into Scottland hee shall carrye mee." "then you must gett a noble gunner, my Lord, that can sett well with his eye & sinke his pinnace into the sea, & soone then ouercome will hee bee & when that you haue done this, if you chance Sir Andrew for to bord, lett no man to his Topcastle goe; & I will give you a glasse, my Lord, " & then you need to fferae no Scott, whether you sayle by day or by night; & to-morrow by 7 of the clocke, you shall meete with Sir Andrew Bartton, Knight. & he hath taken mee sworne;" quoth hee, I was his prisoner but yester night, "I trust my Lord] god will me fforgiue & if that oath then broken bee. 'you must lend me sixe peeces, my Lord," quoth hee, "into my shipp to sayle the sea, & to-morrow by 9 of the clocke your honour againe then will I see." And the hache-bord where Sir Andrew Lay, is hached with gold deerlye dight: "now by my ffaith," sais Charles, my Lord Haward, "then yonder Scott is a worthye wight!" 2d. parte Take in your ancyents & your standards, yea that no man shall them see, as Merchants vse to sayle the sea. But they stirred neither top nor mast, "I haue beene Admirall ouer the sea more then these yeeres three; 120 124 128 132 136 140 144 148 152 there is neuer an English dog, nor Portingall, can passe this way without leaue of mee. 156 But now yonder pedlers, they are past, which is no litle greffe to me: ffeich them backe," sayes Sir Andrew Bartton, "they shall all hang att my maine-mast tree." 60 with that they pinnace itt shott of, that my Lord Haward might itt well ken, itt strokes downe my Lords fforemast, & killed 14 of my Lord his men. come hither, Simon !" sayes my Lord Haward, "looke that thy words be true thou sayd; Ile hang thee att my maine-mast tree if thou misse thy marke past 12o. bread." 164 168 Simon was old, but his hart itt was bold, hee tooke downe a peece, & layd itt ffull lowe; he put in chaine yeards 9, besids other great shott lesse and more. 172 with that hee lett his gun shott goe; soe well hee settled itt with his eye, the ffirst sight that Sir Andrew sawe, hee see his pinnace sunke in the sea. when hee saw his pinace sunke, Lord! in his hart hee was not well: cutt my ropes! itt is time to be gon ! 176 Ile goe ffeitch yond pedlers backe my selfe!" 180 when my Lord Haward saw Sir Andrew loose, lord! in his hart that hee was ffaine: "strike on your drummes, spread out your ancyents ! sound out your trumpetts! sound out amaine !" 184 "ffight on, my men !" sais Sir Andrew Bartton; 66 weate, howsoeuer this geere will sway, itt is my Lord Adm[i]rall of England is come to seeke mee on the sea." 188 Simon had a sonne, with shott of a gunn,— well Sir Andrew might itt Ken, he shott itt in att a priuye place, & killed 60 more of Sir Andrews men. Harry Hunt came in att the other syde, & att Sir Andrew hee shott then, he droue downe his fformost tree, & killed 80 more of Sir Andirwes men. "I haue done a good turne," sayes Harry Hunt, "Sir Andrew is not our Kings ffreind he hoped to haue vndone me yesternight, but I hope I haue quitt him well in the end." d; "Euer alas!" sayd Sir Andrew Barton, 192 196 200 204 come hither to me, thou Gourden good, & be thou readye att my call, & I will giue thee 300". if thou wilt lett my beanes downe ffall." with that hee swarned the maine-mast tree, soe did he itt with might and maine : Horseley with a bearing arrow stroke the Gourden through the braine, And he ffell into the haches againe, & sore of this wound that he did bleed. then word went throug Sir Andrews men, that they Gourden hee was dead. "come hither to me, Iames Hambliton,— thou art my sisters sonne, I haue no more,— I will giue [thee] 600". If thou will lett my beanes downe ffall." with that hee swarned the maine-mast tree, soe did hee itt with might and maine: Horseley with an-other broad Arrow strake the yeaman through the braine, but when hee saw his sisters sonne slaine, goe ffeitch me downe my armour of prooffe, euery man that looked att him sayd, "gunn nor arrow hee neede feare none!" come hither, Horsley!" sayes my Lord Haward, " & looke your shaft that itt goe right; shoot a good shoote in the time of need, & ffor thy shooting thoust be made a Knight." "Ile doe my best," sayes Horslay then, 66 your honor shall see beffore I goe; if I shold be hanged att your mainemast, I haue in my shipp but arrowes tow." 208 212 216 220 224 228 232 236 240 244 248 but att Sir Andrew hee shott then; hee made sure to hitt his marke ; vnder the spole of his right arme hee smote Sir Andrew quite throw the hart. yett ffrom the tree hee wold not start, but hee clinged to itt with might & maine. vnder the coller then of his Iacke, 252 he stroke Sir Andrew thorrow the braine. 256 66 ffight on my men," sayes Sir Andrew Bartton, "I am hurt, but I am not slaine; Ile lay mee downe & bleed a-while, & then Ile rise & ffight againe. ffight on my men," sayes Sir Andrew Bartton, but when thé cold not heare his whistle blow, 260 264 268 soe did they itt with might & maine; thé ffound 18 score Scotts aliue, besids the rest were maimed & slaine. 272 My Lord Haward tooke a sword in his hand, & smote of Sir Andrews head. the Scotts stood by, did weepe & mourne, but neuer a word durst speake or say. 276 he caused his body to be taken downe, & ouer the hatch-bord cast into the sea, & about his middle 300 crownes: "wheresoeuer thou lands, itt will bury thee." with his head they sayled into England againe with right good will & fforce & meanye, 280 & the day beffore New yeeres euen & into Thames mouth againe they came. 284 My Lord Haward wrote to King Heneryes grace, with all the newes hee cold him bring: "such a new yeeres gifft I haue brought to your gr[ace], As neuer did subiect to any King. 288 "ffor Merchandyes and Manhood, the like is nott to be ffound; the sight of these wold doe you good, ffor you haue not the Like in your English ground." 292 but when hee heard tell that they were come, full royally hee welcomed them home: Sir Andrews shipp was the Kings New yeeres guifft; A brauer shipp you neuer saw none. 296 Now hath our King Sir Andrews shipp besett with pearles and precyous stones; Now hath England 2 shipps of warr, 2 shipps of warr, before but one. 300 "who holpe to this?" sayes King Henerye, "that I may reward him ffor his paine," Harry Hunt and Peeter Simon, William Horseleay, & I the same." 304 "Harry Hunt shall haue his whistle & chaine, & all his Iewells, whatsoeuer they bee, & other rich giffts that I will not name, for his good service he hath done mee. Horslay, right thoust be a Knight; Lands and liuings thou shalt haue store. Howard shalbe Erle of Nottingham, & soe was neuer Haward before. "Now Peeter Simon, thou art old, I will maintaine thee & thy sonne, thou shalt haue 500". all in gold ffor the good service that thou hast done." then King Henerye shiffted his roome; other arrands they had none 308 312 316 in came the Queene & ladyes bright; but to see Sir Andrew Bartton, Knight. 320 but when they see his deadly fface, "I wold giue a 100"." sais King Henerye, his men shall haue halfe a crowne a day to bring them to my brother King Iamye." 324 328 ffinis.] |