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THE BATTLE OF OTTERBURN
xvn The Douglas turn'd him homeward again,
[And rode withouten stay] ; He pyght his standard at Otterbourne
Upon a Wedensday.
And syne he warned his men to go
To choose their geldings grass; [And he that had no man to send]
His own servant he was.
A Scottish knight hoved on the bent
At watch, I dare well say, So was he ware of the noble Percy
In the dawning of the day.
He pryck'd to his pavilion door
As fast as he might run : 'Awaken, Douglas ! ' cried the knight,
' For his sake that sits in throne !
' Awaken, Douglas ! ' cried the knight,
' For thou mayst wake with wynne ! Yonder have I spied the proud Percy, And seven standards with him.'
' Now by my troth.' the Douglas sayd,
' It is but a fayned tale ! He durst not look on my broad banner [Were all England in] hail !
pyght] pitched. hoved] abode. bent] grass. pavilion] tent. wynne] joy. fayned] feigned.