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v 'The buttes are sett, and the shooting is made,
And there is like to be great royaltye, And I am sworne into my bill
Thither to bring my Lord Percye.'
VI
' I'le give thee my hand, Douglas,' he says,
' And by the faith in my bodye, If that thou wilt ryde to the worldis end, Then I'le ryde in thy companye.,
VII
And then bespake the good ladye,
Mary a Douglas was her name: 'You shall byde here, good English lord;
My brother is a traitorous man.
VIII
' He is a traitor stout and stronge,
As I'st tell you the veretye; For he hath ta'en 'liverance of the Erie,
And into England he will 'liver thee.'—
IX
' Now hold thy tongue, thou goodly ladye,
Now all this talking let a-bee; For all the gold that's in Lough Leven, William wo'ld not 'liver mee.
x
' It world breake truce betweene England and Scottland, And freinds againe they wo'ld never bee,
If he sho'ld 'liver a banisht erle,
Was driven out of his owne countrye.'— |
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into my bill] on paper, in writing. 676 |
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