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; To se the bryttlynge off the deare. He sayd, It was the Duglas promys 30 35 This day to meet me hear; But I wyste he wold faylle verament : A gret oth the Persè swear. At the laste a squyar of Northombelonde Lokyde at his hand full ny, He was war ath the doughetie Doglas comynge: With him a myghtè meany, Both with spear, 'byll,' and brande: Yt was a myghti sight to se. Hardyar men both off hart nar hande Wear not in Christiantè. The wear twenty hondrith spear-men good V. 31, blwe a mot. P.C. 40 45 V. 42, myghtte, P.C. passim. V. 43, brylly. P.C. V. 48, withowte. . . feale. P.C. The wear borne a-long be the watter a Twyde, Yth bowndes of Tividale. 50 Leave off the brytlyng of the dear, he sayde, And to your bowys tayk good heed; For never sithe ye wear on your mothars borne The dougheti Dogglas on a stede P.C. He rode att his men beforne; His armor glytteryde as dyd a glede; Or whos men that ye be: The first mane that ever him an answear mayd, We wyll not tell the 'what' men we ar, he says, Nor whos men that we be; But we wyll hount hear in this chays In the spyte of thyne, and of the. The fattiste hartes in all Chyviat We have kyld, and cast to carry them a-way. Be my troth, sayd the doughtè Dogglas agayn, Ther-for the ton of us shall de this day. 55 60 65 70 V. 54, ned. P.C. V. 59, whos. V. 52, boys look ye tayk. P.C. Then sayd the doughtè Doglas Unto the lord Persè : To kyll all thes giltles men, But, Persè, thowe art a lord of lande, And do the battell off the and of me. 75 80 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; Nethar in Ynglonde, Skottlonde, nar France, 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. 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 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 athe Chyviat, Yet ys ther mor behynde. 100 THE SECOND FIT. Pa THE Yngglishe men hade ther bowys yebent, The first of arros that the shote off, Seven skore spear-men the sloughe. Yet bydys the yerle Doglas uppon the bent, A captayne good yenoughe, 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. * FIT, vide Gloss. 5 10 hountyng. PC. With suar speares off myghttè tre Thrughe our Yngglishe archery Many a doughete the garde to dy, The Yngglyshe men let thear bowys be, Bryght swordes on basnites lyght. Thorowe ryche male, and myne-ye-ple Many sterne the stroke downe streght : Ther undar foot dyd lyght. At last the Duglas and the Persè met, The swapte togethar tyll the both swat Thes worthè freckys for to fyght Ther-to the wear full fayne, Tyll the bloode owte off thear basnetes sprente, As ever dyd heal or rayne. V. 17, boys. PC. 15 20 25 30 |