Let him (quoth Gam) but if’t be not to me,
For any right you haue, he may goe free.
Morisby a braue young Knight.
Dauid Gam oft mentioned in this Poem.
With that couragious Morrisby grew hot,
Were not said he his Ransome worth a pin,
Now by these Armes I weare thou gett’st him not:
Or if thou do’st, thou shalt him hardly win;
Gam whose Welch blood could hardly brooke this blot,
To bend his Axe vpon him doth begin: