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BETRAYED BY DOUGLAS
' And who beene yonder, thou gay ladye, That walkes soe royallye him beside ?i—
' Yond 's Sir William Drurye, Jamye,' she sayd, ' And a keene captain he is, and tryde.'—
' How many miles is't, thou good ladye, Betwixt yond English lord and mee ?'—
' Marry, thrice fifty mile, Jamye,' she sayd, ' And even to sayle and by the sea.
'I never was on English ground,
Nor never see it with mine eye, But as my wit and wisedome serves,
And as the booke it telleth mee.
; My mother, she was a witch woman,
And part of it she learned mee; She wo'ld let me see out of Lough Leven
What they dyd in London citye.'—
' But who is yond, thou good ladye, Comes yonder with an osterne face ? '
i Yond's Sir John Forster, Jamye,' she sayd; Alas ! he'll do ye sore disgrace.'
He pulled his hat downe over his eyes, And, Lord, he wept soe tenderlye !
He is gone unto his master againe, And even to tell him the veretye.