"come on, come on, my Lord," he sayes,
"and lett now all this talking bee!
ffor my sister is craftye enoughe
for to beguile thousands such as you and mee."172
When they had sayled fifty myle,
now fifty mile vpon the sea,
hee had fforgotten a message that hee
shold doe in lough Leuen trulye:176
hee asked 'how ffar it was to that shooting,
that William Douglas promised me.'
"now faire words makes fooles faine;
and that may be seene by thy Master and thee,180
ffor you may happen think itt soone enoughe
when-euer you that shooting see."
Jamye pulled his hatt now ouer his browe;
I wott the teares fell in his eye;184
and he is to his Master againe,
and ffor to tell him the veretye
he sayes, "fayre words makes fooles faine,
and that may be seene by you and mee,188
ffor wee may happen thinke itt soone enoughe
when-euer wee that shooting see."
"hold vpp thy head, Jamye," the Erle sayd,
"and neuer lett thy hart fayle thee;192
he did itt but to prove thee with,
and see how thow wold take with death trulye."
when they had sayled other fifty mile,
other fifty mile vpon the sea,196
Lord Peercy called to him, himselfe,
and sayd, "Douglas what wilt thou doe with mee?"
"looke that your brydle be wight, my Lord,
that you may goe as a shipp att sea;200
looke that your spurres be bright and sharpe,
that you may pricke her while sheele awaye."
"what needeth this, Douglas," he sayth.
"that thou needest to ffloute mee?204
for I was counted a horsseman good
before that euer I mett with thee.
"A ffalse Hector hath my horsse;
and euer an euill death may hee dye!208
and Willye Armestronge hath my spurres
and all the geere belongs to mee."