He stepped owt at hys pavelyon dore, Araye yow, lordyngs, one and all, For here bygynnes no peysse. The yerle of Mentaye,* thow arte my eme, 100 The yerlle of Huntlay cawte and kene, He schall wyth the be. The lorde of Bowghan † in armure bryght 105 On the other hand he schall be: Lorde Jhonstone, and lorde Maxwell, They to schall be with me. Swynton fayre fylde upon your pryde To batell make yow bowen : 110 Syr Davy Scotte, Syr Walter Stewarde, A FYTTE. THE Perssy came byfore hys oste, *The Earl of Menteith. + The Lord Buchan. For thow haste brente Northumberlonde, And done me grete envye; For thys trespasse thou hast me done, The Dowglas answerde hym agayne With grete wurds up on 'hee,' And sayd, I have twenty agaynst 'thy' one,* Wyth that the Percye wasgrevyd sore, For sothe as I yow saye: 5 10 [He lyghted dowyn upon his fote, 15 And schoote his horsse clene away. Every man sawe that he dyd soo, That ryall was ever in rowght; Every man schoote hys horsse him froo, Thus Syr Hary Percye toke the fylde, Jesu Cryste in hevyn on hyght Dyd helpe hym well that daye. 20 V. 4, I will hold to what I have V. 1, 13, Pearcy, al. MS. Ver. 11, the one. MS. Ver. 10, hye. MSS. promised. *He probably magnifies his strength, to induce him to surrender. + All that follows, included in brackets, was not in the first edition. But THE BATTLE OF OTTERBOURNE. nyne thowzand, ther was no moo; But when the batell byganne to joyne, 'Then' letters fayre furth hath he tayne My lorde, your father he gretes yow well, Wyth many a noble knyght; He desyres yow to byde That he may see thys fyght. The Baron of Grastoke ys com owt of the west, All they loge at your fathers thys nyght, For Jesu's love, sayd Syr Harye Percy, 40 My trowth ys plyght to yonne Skottysh knyght, 45 It nedes me not to layne, That I schulde byde hym upon thys bent, And I have hys trowth agayne: And if that I wende off thys grownde For soth unfoughten awaye, He wolde me call but a kowarde knyght In hys londe another daye. Yet had I lever to be rynde and rente, By Mary that mykel maye; 50 Then ever my manhod schulde be reprovyd 55 Wyth a Skotte another daye. Wherfore schote, archars, for my sake, And let scharpe arowes flee: Mynstrells, playe up for your waryson, And well quyt it schall be. 60 Every man thynke on hys trewe love, And marke hym to the Trenite : For to God I make myne avowe This day wyll I not fle. The blodye Harte in the Dowglas armes, 65 That every man myght full well knowe : The whyte Lyon on the Ynglysh parte, Forsoth as I yow sayne; 70 The Lucetts and the Cressawnts both: Uppon sent Andrewe lowde cane they crye, I tell yow in sertayne; Men of armes byganne to joyne; Many a dowghty man was ther slayne. The Percy and the Dowglas mette, That ether of other was fayne; They schapped together, whyll that the swette, 85 * The arms of Douglas are pretty accurately emblazoned in the former stanza, especially if the readings were, The crowned harte, and Above stode starres thre, it would be minutely exact at this day. As for the Percy family, one of their ancient badges or cognizances was a white lyon, statant; and the silver crescent continues to be used by them to this day: they also give three luces argent for one of their quarters. ti.e. the English. |