36. He that had neither beene a kithe nor kin 37. To have seene how these yeomen together fought Two howers of a summer's day; 38. Robin was reacheles on a roote, And Guy was quicke and nimble with-all, 39. "Ah, deere Lady!" sayd Robin Hoode, I thinke it was never mans destinye 40. Robin thought on Our Lady deere, And soone leapt up againe, 150 160 THE BATTLE OF OTTERBURN 58. But he cold neither soe fast goe, Nor away soe fast runn, But Litle John, with an arrow broade, 6. "Now we have haryed all Bamborowe schyre, 7. Upon the morowe, when it was day, To the Newe Castell they toke the waye, 8. Syr Henry Perssy laye at the New Castell, 9. To the Newe Castell when they cam, "Syr Hary Perssy, and thow byste within, Com to the fylde, and fyght. 10. "For we have brente Northomberlonde, Thy erytage good and ryght, 30 39 And syne my logeyng I have take, 11. Syr Harry Perssy cam to the walles, The Skottyssch oste for to se, 69 And sayd, "And thow hast brente Northomberlond, Full sore it rewyth me. 12. "Yf thou hast haryed all Bamborowe schyre, Thow hast done me grete envye;1 For the trespasse thow hast me done, 13. "Where schall I byde the ?" sayd the Dowglas, Ther mast thow well logeed be. 14. "The roo3 full rekeles ther sche rinnes, The fawken and the fesaunt both, 15. "Ther mast thow have thy welth at wyll, Well looged ther mast be; Yt schall not be long or I com the tyll," 50 бо 16. "Ther schall I byde the," sayd the Dowglas, "By the fayth of my bodye." "Thether schall I com," sayd Syr Harry Perssy "My trowth I plyght to the." 17. A pype of wyne he gave them over the walles, For soth as I yow saye; Ther he mayd the Dowglasse drynke, 18. The Dowglas turnyd hym homewarde agayne, For soth withowghten naye; He toke his logeyng at Oterborne, 19. And ther he pyght hys standerd dowyn, And syne he warned hys men to goo 70 33. Every man sawe that he dyd soo, 34. Thus Syr Hary Perssye toke the fylde, For soth as I yow saye; Jhesu Cryste in hevyn on hyght Dyd helpe hym well that daye. 35. But nyne thowzand, ther was no moo, 36. But when the batell byganne to joyne, The letters fayre furth hath he tayne, 37. "My lorde your father he gretes yow well, Wyth many a noble knyght; He desyres yow to byde That he may see thys fyght. 130 140 did 170 THE BATTLE OF OTTERBURN 71 44. “Every man thynke on hys trewe-love, 45. The blodye harte in the Dowglas armes, Hys standerde stood on hye, That every man myght full well knowe; 46. The whyte lyon on the Ynglyssh perte,' For soth as I yow sayne, The lucettes and the cressawntes both; 47. Upon Sent Androwe lowde can they crye, And thrysse they schowte on hyght,3 180 And syne merked them one owr Ynglysshe men, As I have tolde yow ryght. 4 smote 8 discerned & till 240 250 260 every 4 man 5 battle • endure |