"Yield thee, lord Percy!" Douglas cried, Thy ransom I will freely give, Thou art the most courageous knight, 'No, Douglas," quoth earl Percy then, I will not yield to any Scot, That ever yet was born." With that there came an arrow keen Which struck earl Douglas to the heart, Who never spoke more words than these, "Fight on my merry men all; For why? my life is at an end; Then leaving life earl Percy took O Christ! my very heart doth bleed A knight amongst the Scots there was, Sir Hugh Montgomery was he call'd, And past the English archers all, And through earl Percy's body then spear. With such a vehement force and might The spear went through the other side So thus did both these nobles die, Whose courage none could stain, He had a bow bent in his hand, Against Sir Hugh Montgomery The This fight did last from break of day, For when they rang the evening bell, With brave earl Percy there was slain Sir Robert Ratcliff, and Sir John, Sir James that bold barón. And with Sir George and stout Sir James For Witherington needs must I wail, For when his legs were smitten off, And with earl Douglas there was slain Sir Charles Murray, that from the field Sir Charles Murray, of Ratcliff, too, Sir David Lamb, so well esteem'd, And the lord Maxwell in like case Of fifteen hundred Englishmen Next day did many widows come, They washed their wounds in brinish tears, Their bodies, bathed in purple gore, They kissed them dead a thousand times, This news was brought to Edinburgh, That brave earl Douglas suddenly "O heavy news!" king James did say, I have not any captain more, Like tidings to king Henry came, That Percy of Northumberland Was slain in Chevy Chase. "Now God be with him!" said our king, I trust I have, within my realm, Yet shall not Scot nor Scotland say, I'll be revengèd on them all, For brave earl Percy's sake." This vow full well the king performed In one day, fifty knights were slain, And of the rest, of small account, Thus endeth the hunting of Chevy Chase, God save the king, and bless this land And grant henceforth, that foul debate 1. XXV. JOHN LILLY. SONG OF THE FAIRIES. Pinch him, pinch him black and blue, Saucy mortals must not view What the queen of stars is doing, Nor pry into our fairy wooing. 1st Fairy. Pinch him blue. 2d Fa. And pinch him Let him not lack 3rd Fairy. 4th Fairy. For the trespass he hath done, [black |