He durst not loke on my brede banner,
For all Ynglonde so haylle.
Was I not yesterdaye at the Newe Castell,
That stondes so fayre on Tyne?
For all the men the Perssye had,
He cowde not garr me ones to dyne.
He stepped owt at hys pavelyon dore,
To loke and yt were lesse;
“Araye yow, lordynges, one and all,
For here bygynnes no peysse.