Then came down my good Lord Boles, Falling down upon his knee; "Five hundred pieces of gold will I give, 55 To grant Sir Hugh in the Grime to me." "Peace, peace, my good Lord Boles, And of your speeches set them by; If there be eleven Grimes all of a name, Then by my own honour they all should dye." 60 Then came down my good Lady Ward, Falling low upon her knee; "Five hundred measures of gold I'll give, To grant Sir Hugh of the Grime to me." "Peace, peace, my good Lady Ward, 65 None of your proffers shall him buy; For if there be twelve Grimes all of a name, By my own honour [they] all should dye." Sir Hugh of the Grime's condemn'd to dye, And of his friends he had no lack; 70 Fourteen foot he leapt in his ward, His hands bound fast upon his back. Then he look'd over his left shoulder, To see whom he could see or 'spye; Then was he aware of his father dear, 75 Came tearing his hair most pitifully. "Peace, peace, my father dear, And of your speeches set them by; Tho' they have bereav'd me of my life, They cannot bereave me of heaven so high." 80 He look'd over his right shoulder, To see whom he could see or 'spye; There was he aware of his mother dear, Came tearing her hair most pitifully. "Pray have me remember'd to Peggy my wife, 85 As she and I walk'd over the moor, She was the cause of the loss of my life, And with the old bishop she play'd the whore. "Here, Johnny Armstrong, take thou my sword, That is made of the metal so fine, 90 And when thou com'st to the Border side, Remember the death of Sir Hugh of the Grime." [JOHNIE ARMSTRANG, OR,] A NORTHERN BALLET. From _Wit Restor'd_, p. 132. There dwelt a man in faire Westmerland, Jonne Armestrong men did him call, He had nither lands nor rents coming in, Yet he kept eight score men in his hall. He had horse and harness for them all, 5 Goodly steeds were all milke white, O the golden bands an about their necks, And their weapons they were all alike. Newes then was brought unto the king, That there was sicke a won as hee, 10 That lived lyke a bold out-law,[L11] And robbed all the north country. The king he writt an a letter then A letter which was large and long, He signed it with his owne hand, 15 And he promised to doe him no wrong.