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The begane in Chyviat the hyls above
Be that it drewe to the oware off none
The blewe a mort uppone the bent,
The semblyd on sydis shear;
He sayd, It was the Duglas promys
But I wyste he wold faylle verament:
At the laste a squyar of Northombelonde
He was war ath the doughetie Doglas comynge:
Both with spear, byll,' and brande:
Hardyar men both off hart nar hande
The wear twenty hondrith spear-men good
V. 31, blwe a mot. P.C. V. 42, myghtte, r.c. passim. V. 43, brylly. P.C. V. 48, withowte... feale. P.C.
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
Who gave youe leave to hunte in this
Chyviat chays in the spyt of me?
The first mane that ever him an answear mayd,
We wyll not tell the 'what' men we ar,
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.
V. 52, boys look ye tayk. P.C. V. 54, ned. p.c. V.59, whos. V. 65, whoys. P.C. V. 71, agay. P.C.
Then sayd the doughtè Doglas
But, Persè, thowe art a lord of lande,
Nethar in Ynglonde, Skottlonde, nar France,
Nowe Cristes cors on his crowne, sayd the lord Persè,
Be my troth, doughtè Doglas, he says,
But and fortune be my chance,
I dar met him on man for on.
Then bespayke a squyar off Northombarlonde,
V. 81, sayd the the. P.C. V. 88, on i. e. one.
* 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.
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
I wyll not 'fayl' both harte and hande.
That day, that day, that dredfull day :
And you wyll here any mor athe hountyng
Yet ys ther mor behynde.
THE SECOND FIT. Par
THE Yngglishe men hade ther bowys yebent,
The first of arros that the shote off,
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,
Lyk a cheffe cheften off pryde,
V. 93, twaw. PC.
V. 3, first, i. e. flight.
V. 101, youe.
V. 5, byddys. PC.
With suar speares off myghttè tre
Thrughe our Yngglishe archery
Gave many a wounde full wyde;
The Yngglyshe men let thear bowys be,
Bryght swordes on basnites lyght.
Thorowe ryche male, and myne-ye-ple
At last the Duglas and the Persè met,
Thes worthè freckys for to fyght
V. 17, boys. PC.
V. 18, briggt. PC.
Tyll the bloode owte off thear basnetes sprente,
V. 21, throrowe. PC.