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' My lord of Hambleton, where art thou?
Thou art of my kin full nye; I'le give thee Lincolne and Lincolnshire,
And that's enoughe for thee.'
By then came in William Douglas,
As breeme as any bore ; He kneeled him downe upon his knees,
In his heart he sighed sore.
xx ' I have served you, my lovelye liege,
This thirty winters and four, And in the Scottish Marches
Have beene wounded and beaten sore.
' For all the good service that I have done,
What now shall my meed bee ? And I will lead the vanward
Thorow the English countrye.'
' Now aske on, Douglas,' said the King,
i And granted it shall bee.'— ' Why then, I aske litle London,' saies Douglas,
' Gotten gif that it bee.'
The King was wroth, and rose away,
Saies, ' Nay, that cannot bee ' For that I will keepe for my cheefe chamber,
Gotten gif that it bee.
Hambleton] Hamilton. breemel fierce.