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CHEVY CHASE |
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XII
They were twenty hundred spearmen good,
Withouten any fail: They were born along by the water o' Tweed
V the boun's o' Teviotdale.
XIII
' Leave off the brittling of deer,' he said ;
' To your bows look ye take good heed, For sith ye were on your mothers born
Had ye never so mickle need.'
XIV
The doughty Douglas on a steed
Rode all his men beforn ; His armour glitter'd as did a glsed,
Bolder bairn was never born.
xv t Tell me whose men ye are,' he says,
' Or whose men that ye be; Who gave you leave in this Cheviot chase
In the spite of mine and of me ? '
xvi The first man that him answer made
It was the good Lord Percye : •We will not tell thee whose men we are,
Nor whose men that we be ; But we will hunt here in this chase
In the spite of thine and of thee.
xvn ' The fattest harts in all Cheviot
We have kill'd, to carry away.'— ' By my troth,' said the doughty Douglas again,
' The one of us dies this day.
boun's] boundaries. gleedj live coal. bairn] fighting man. 666 |
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