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THE BATTLE OF OTTERBURN
But when the battel began to join,
In haste there came a knight; And letters fair forth hath he ta'en,
And thus he sayd full right:
' My lord your father greets you well,
With many a noble knight; He doth desire you now to bide,
That he may see this fight.
' The Baron of Gray stoke is out of the west
With a noble companye : All they lodge at your father's this night,
And the battel fayn would they see.'
i For Jesus' love,' sayd Sir Harry Percy,
' That died for you and me, Wend to my lord my father agayn,
Say thou saw me not with thee.
' My troth is plight to yon Scottish knight?
—It nede's me not to layne— That I should bide him upon this bent,
And I have his troth agayn.
i And if that I wend off this growende,
Forsooth, unfoughten away, He would call me but a coward knight
In his land another day.