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SIR ANDREW BARTON. 63
His hachebord it was hached with gold, s
Soe deerlye dight it dazzled the ee;
" Nowe by my faith," Lord Howarde sais, " This is a gallant sight to see.
" Take in your ancyents, standards eke,
So close that no man may them see; 10
And put me forth a white willowe wand,
As merchants use to sayle the sea." But they stirred neither top nor mast;
Stoutly they past Sir Andrew by; " What English churles are yonder," he sayd, m
" That can soe litle curtesye ?
" Now by the roode, three yeares and more
I have been admirall over the sea, And never an English nor Portingall
Without my leave can passe this way." ao
Then called he forth his stout pinnace;
" Fetch backe yond pedlars nowe to mee : I sweare by the masse, yon English churles
Shall all hang att my maine-mast tree."
With that the pinnace itt shott off; 25
Full well Lord Howard might it ken ;
For itt stroke down my lord's fore-mast, And killed fourteen of his men.
" Come hither, Simon," sayes my lord,
13. i. e. did not salute.