Such an othar captayn Skotland within,’
he seyd, ‘ye-feth shuld never be.’
61.
Worde ys commyn to lovly Londone,
till the fourth Harry our kynge,
That lord Persë, leyff-tenante of the Marchis,
he lay slayne Chyviat within.
62.
‘God have merci on his solle,’ sayde Kyng Harry,
‘good lord, yf thy will it be!