Then came down my good Lord Boles,
Falling down upon his knee;
"Five hundred pieces of gold will I give,55
To grant Sir Hugh in the Grime to me."
"Peace, peace, my good Lord Boles,
And of your speeches set them by;
If there be eleven Grimes all of a name,
Then by my own honour they all should dye."60
Then came down my good Lady Ward,
Falling low upon her knee;
"Five hundred measures of gold I'll give,
To grant Sir Hugh of the Grime to me."
"Peace, peace, my good Lady Ward,65
None of your proffers shall him buy;
For if there be twelve Grimes all of a name,
By my own honour [they] all should dye."
Sir Hugh of the Grime's condemn'd to dye,
And of his friends he had no lack;70
Fourteen foot he leapt in his ward,
His hands bound fast upon his back.
Then he look'd over his left shoulder,
To see whom he could see or 'spye;
Then was he aware of his father dear,75
Came tearing his hair most pitifully.
"Peace, peace, my father dear,
And of your speeches set them by;
Tho' they have bereav'd me of my life,
They cannot bereave me of heaven so high."80
He look'd over his right shoulder,
To see whom he could see or 'spye;
There was he aware of his mother dear,
Came tearing her hair most pitifully.