The wear twenty hondrith spear-men good, Withowtè any feale; The wear borne along be the watter a Twyde, Yth' bowndes of Tividale. 50 "Leave of the brytlyng of the dear," he sayde, "And to your bowys lock ye tayk good heed;[L52] For never sithe ye wear on your mothars borne Had ye never so mickle ned." The dougheti Dogglas on a stede 55 He rode att his men beforne; His armor glytteryde as dyd a glede; A bolder barne was never born. "Tell me whos men ye ar," he says, "Or whos men that ye be: 60 Who gave youe leave to hunte in this Chyviat chays, In the spyt of me?" The first mane that ever him an answear mayd, Yt was the good lord Persè: "We wyll not tell the whoys men we ar," he says, 65 "Nor whos men that we be; But we wyll hount hear in this chays, In the spyt of thyne and of the. "The fattiste hartes in all Chyviat We have kyld, and cast to carry them a-way:" 70 "Be my troth," sayd the doughtè Dogglas agayn,[L71] "Ther-for the ton of us shall de this day." Then sayd the doughtè Doglas Unto the lord Persè: "To kyll all thes giltles men, 75 Alas, it wear great pittè! "But, Persè, thowe art a lord of lande, I am a yerle callyd within my contrè; Let all our men uppone a parti stande, And do the battell off the and of me." 80 "Nowe Cristes cors on his crowne," sayd the lord Persè,[L81] "Whosoever ther-to says nay; Be my troth, doughttè Doglas," he says, "Thow shalt never se that day. "Nethar in Ynglonde, Skottlonde, nar France, 85 Nor for no man of a woman born, But, and fortune be my chance, I dar met him, on man for on." Then bespayke a squyar off Northombarlonde, Richard Wytharyngton was him nam; 90 "It shall never be told in Sothe-Ynglonde," he says, "To kyng Herry the fourth for sham. "I wat youe byn great lordes twaw, I am a poor squyar of lande; I wyll never se my captayne fyght on a fylde, 95 And stande myselffe, and loocke on, But whyll I may my weppone welde, I wyll not [fayl] both hart and hande." That day, that day, that dredfull day![L99] The first fit here I fynde; 100 And youe wyll here any mor a' the hountyng a' the Chyviat, Yet ys ther mor behynd. 5. magger. 11. The the. 13. archardes.