Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern — Volume 3 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 728 pages of information about Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern — Volume 3.

Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern — Volume 3 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 728 pages of information about Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern — Volume 3.

57.  So on the morrowe they mayde them biers
off birch and hasell so gray;
Many widows, with weepyng tears,
came to fetch ther makys[58] away.

58.  Tivydale may carpe of care,
Northumberland may mayk great moan,
For two such captayns as slayne were there,
on the March-parti shall never be none.

59.  Word ys commen to Eddenburrowe,
to Jamy the Scottische kynge,
That doughty Douglas, lyff-tenant of the Marches,
he lay slean Cheviot within.

60.  His handdes dyd he weal and wryng,
he sayd, “Alas, and woe ys me! 
Such an othar captayn Skotland within,”
he sayd, “i-faith should never be.”

61.  Worde ys commyn to lovely Londone,
till the fourth Harry our kynge. 
That lord Percy, leyff-tenante of the Marchis
he lay slayne Cheviot within.

62.  “God have merci on his soule,” sayde Kyng Harry,
“good lord, yf thy will it be! 
I have a hondred captayns in Ynglonde,” he sayd,
“as good as ever was he: 
But Percy, and I brook my lyfe,
thy deth well quyte shall be.”

63.  As our noble kynge mayd his avowe,
lyke a noble prince of renown,
For the deth of the lord Percy
he dyd the battle of Hombyll-down: 

64.  Where syx and thirty Skottishe knyghtes
on a day were beaten down: 
Glendale glytteryde on their armor bryght,
over castille, towar, and town.

65.  This was the hontynge of the Cheviot,
that tear[59] begane this spurn;
Old men that knowen the grownde well enoughe
call it the battell of Otterburn.

66.  At Otterburn begane this spume
upon a Monnynday;
There was the doughty Douglas slean,
the Percy never went away.

67.  There was never a tyme on the Marche-partes
sen the Douglas and the Percy met,
But yt ys mervele and the rede blude ronne not,
as the rain does in the stret.

68.  Jesus Christ our bales[60] bete,
and to the bliss us bring! 
Thus was the hunting of the Cheviot;
God send us alle good ending!

[Footnote 42:  ‘Maugre,’ in spite of.]

[Footnote 43:  Hinder.]

[Footnote 44:  Company.]

[Footnote 45:  Skirmished on the field.]

[Footnote 46:  Ran through the groves.]

     [Footnote 47:  Blast blown when game is killed.]

     [Footnote 48:  Quartering, cutting.]

     [Footnote 49:  Flame.]

     [Footnote 50:  Perhaps “finish.”]

     [Footnote 51:  “A gauntlet covering hand and forearm.”]

     [Footnote 52:  Man.]

     [Footnote 53:  Promise.]

     [Footnote 54:  Meaning uncertain.]

     [Footnote 55:  Stopped.]

     [Footnote 56:  Pierced.]

     [Footnote 57:  Stress of battle.]

     [Footnote 58:  Mates.]

     [Footnote 59:  That there (?).]

     [Footnote 60:  Evils.]

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