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SIR ANDREW BARTON
Now hath our king Sir Andrews shipp, Besett with pearles and precyous stones ;
Now hath England two shipps of warr, Two shipps of war, before but one.
' Who holpes to this ?' sayes King Henerye, ' That I may reward him ffor his paine;'
' Harry Hunt, and Peeter Simon, William Horseleay, and I the same.'
' Harry Hunt shall have his whistle and chaine, And all his iewells, whatsoever they bee,
And other rich giffts that I will not name, For his good service he hath done mee.
' Horslay, right thoust be a knight, Lands and livings thou shalt have store;
Howard shalbe Erie of Nottingham, And soe was never Haward before.
' Now, Peeter Simon, thou art old;
I will maintaine thee and thy son; Thou shalt have five hundred pound all in gold,
Ffor the good service that thou hast done.'
Then King Henerye shiffted his roome ;
In came the Queene and ladyes bright; Other arrands they had none
But to see Sir Andrew Bartton, knight.
But when they see his deadly fface,
His eyes were hollow in his head ; ' I wold give a hundred pound,' sais King Henerye,
' The man were alive as hee is dead !
* Yett for the manfull part that hee hath playd,
Both heere and beyond the sea, His men shall have halfe a crowne a day
To bring them to my brother, King Iamye.' |
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