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XXXVII
But they stirr'd neither top nor mast, But Sir Andrew they passed by.—
'What English are yonder,' said Sir Andrew, ' That can so little curtesye ?
XXXVIII
' I have been admiral over the sea
[Methinketh] more then these yeeres three; There is never an English nor Portingall dog.
Can pass this way without leave of me.
XXXIX
'But now yonder pedlars, they are pass'd,
Which is no little grief to me: Fetch them backe,' sayes Sir Andrew Barton,
'They shall all hang at my maine-mast tree.'
XL
With that the pinnace it shot off,
That my Lord Howard might it well ken; It stroke down my lord's fore-mast,
And kill'd fourteen of my lord his men.
XLI
' Come hither, Simon !' says my Lord Howard, ' Look that thy words be true thou said;
1'le hang thee at my maine-mast tree
If thou miss thy mark past three pence bread.'
XLII
Simon was old, but his hart it was bold ;
He tooke downe a piece, and laid it full low; Chaine yeards nine he put therein,
Besides other great shot less and moe.
stirr'd] moved, lowered. can] ken, know.
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