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' [Yet] to kill alle these guiltless men
Alas, it were great pitye ! But, Percy, thou art a lord of land,
I an earl in my countrye— Let all our men on a party stand,
And do battle of thee and me ! '
' Christ's curse on his crown,' said the lord Percye,
i Whosoever thereto says nay ! By my troth, thou doughty Douglas,' he says,
' Thou shalt never see that day—
—' Neither in England, Scotland nor France,
Nor for no man of woman born, But, that (and fortune be my chance)
I dare meet him, one man for one.'
Then bespake a squire of Northumberland, Richard Witherington was his name ;
' It shall never be told in South England To King Harry the Fourth for shame.
11 wot you bin great lordes two,
I am a poor squire of land ; [Yet] I'll ne'er see my captain fight on a field
And stand myself and look on. But while that I may my weapon wield
I'll not fail, both heart and hand.'
on a party] apart.