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THE BATTLE OF OTTERBURN
XXIX
' For thou hast brent Northumberland,
And done me great envye, For this trespasse thou hast me done
The tone of us shall die.' xxx The Douglas answer'd him again
With great words upon hie, And sayd, ' I have twenty against thy one :
Behold, and thou mayst see !
XXXI
With that the Percy was grieved sore,
Forsooth as I you say : He lighted down upon his foot
And schoote his horse away.
XXXII
Every man saw that he did so, That ryal was ever in rowghte :
Every man schoote his horse him fro And lighted him round about.
XXXIII
Sir Harry Percy took the field
Even thus, as I you say; Jesus Christe in hevyn on height
Did help him well that day. xxxiv But nine thousand, there was no more—
The chronicle will not layne— Forty thousand of Scots and four
That day fought them again.
schoote] thrust, sent quickly. ryal in rowghte] royal in rout, a king amongst men. layne] conceal. them again] against them.
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