He fteped out at his pavillian dore,
To looke and it were lefse ;
Arraye you, lordinges, one and all,
For heare begyns no peace.

The earle of Mentaye*, thou art my eame,
The fowarde I geve to thee:

The earle of Hunteley kawte and keene,
He fhall with thee bee.

The lord of Bowghan+ in armor brighte
One the other hande he shall be ;
Lord Jhonftone, and lord Maxwell,
They two shall be with me,

Swintone faire feelde uppon your pride
To battelle make you bowen :
Sir Davie Scotte, Sir Walter Stewarde
Sir John of Agurftone,

The Percy came before his ofte,

Which was ever a gentle knighte,
Uppon the Dowglas lowde can he crie,
I wille hould that I have highte:

For thowe hafte brente Northomberlande,

And done me greate envye;

100

105

115

For

The earl of Menteith. The lord Buchan. V. 113. 125. Pearcy. MS. V. 116. I will hold to what I have promised.

For this trefpas thou hafte me done,
The tone of us shall dye,

The Dowglas answered him againe
With greate worde upe on hee',
And fayd, I have twenty against thy one,
Beholde and thou mayeste see,

120

Uppon St. Andrewe loud cane they crye,
And Christe they shout on heighte,

And fyne marcht on' our Englishe men,

135

As I have tould you righte

St. George the brighte our Ladye's knighte
To name they weare full fayne,

*

Our Englishe mene they cried on height,
And Chrifte they fhoute againe.

F. 122. highe. MS, V. 135. marked then one. MS. i. e. the English.

4

140

With

With that sharpe arrowes gane up to fly,

I tell you in fertayne,

Men of armes begane to joyne;

Many a doughty man was flayne.

The Percye and the Douglas mette,

That ether of other was faine,

The fwapped together, whille that they swatte,
With fwoards of ffyne Collayne;

Tyll the bloode from the baffonets ranne,

As the rocke doth in the

rayne.

Yeld thee to me, fayd the Dowglàs,
Or elfe thowe fhalte be flayne:

For I fee, by thy brighte baffonete,
Thou art fome mane of mighte,

$45

150

And fo I doe by thy burnished brande,
Thou arte an earle, or elfe a knighte

155

By my good faithe, faid the noble Percye,
Now hafte thou rede full righte,

Yet will I never yeeld me to thee,

Whille I maye ftonde and fighte,

160

They fwopede together, whille that they swotte,
With fwoards sharpe and longe;

Eiche

. 144. was theare flaine. MS. V. 147. fchapped. MS. Being all in armour he could not know him.

Eiche one other fo fafte they beete,

Tyll their helmets came in pieces downe.

165

The Percye was a mane of strengthe,

I tell you in this stownde,

He fmote the Dowglas at the fwords length,
That he felle to the grounde.

The fwoard was fharpe and foare can byte,

I tell you in certayne;

To the earle he coulde him fmytte,

Thus was the Dowglas flayne.

The ftonderes flood ftill one elke fyde

With many a greevous grone;

170

Ther the foughte the daye, and all the nighte, 175
And many a doughtie man was flone.'

Ther was no ffreke, that wold flye,

But ftyfly in ftowre cane stand,

Eyche hewinge on other whylle they might drye,

With many a balfull brande.

Theare was flayne uppon the Scotes fyd,

For fouthe and fertenlye,

Sir James Dowglas theare was flayne,

That daye that he could dye.

180

The

V. 163. i. e. Each on other. V. 176. flayne. MS. V. 179. Eyche one hewinge. MS, V. 180. bronde. MS. V. 184. i. e. He died that day.

Theare was flain upon the Englishe syde,

For fouthe and fertenlye,

A gentle knighte, Sir John Fitz-hughe,

Yt was the more pittye.

Sir James Harbotle ther was flayne,

For him their harts weare foare,

The gentle Lovelle' thear was flayne,

That the Percyes ftandard boare.

200

Theare was flayne uppon the Englyfhe parte, 205
For foothe as you faye;

of

V. 193. Scotts. MS. but fee v. 197. F. 203. Covelle. MS. For the names in this page and in page 14 fee the ADDITIONS, 3. at the end of vol. 3.