Ther schall I byde the, said the Dowglasse,
By the fayth of my bodye.
Thether schall I com, sayd syr Harye Perssye;
My trowth I plyght to the.
A pype of wyne he gave them over the walles,
For soth, as I yow saye,
Ther he myed the Dowglasse drynke,
And all hys ost that daye.
The Dowglasse turnyd hym homewarde agayne,
For soth withowghten naye,