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How now, James ? • then said the King,
' How now, how may this bee ? And where beene all thy merrymen
That thou tooke hence with thee ?'
XXXI
' But cease, my King,' saies James Douglas,
' Alive is not left a man ! ' ' Now by my faith,' saies the King of Scotts,
' That gate was evil gone.
XXXII
' But Tie revenge thy quarrell well,
And of that thou may be fain ; For one Scott will beate five Englishmen,
If they meeten them on the plaine.'
XXXIII
' Now hold your tongue,' saies James Douglas,
' For in faith that is not soe; For one English man is worth five Scotts,
When they meeten together thoe.
xxxrv
' For they are as eager men to fight
As a faulcon upon a prey ; Alas ! if ever they winne the vanward, There scapes noe man away.'
xxxv
' O peace thy talking,' said the King,
' They bee but English knaves, But shepards and millers both, And priestes with their staves.'
thoe] those.
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