That ather of other was fayne;
They ‘swapped’ together whyll that the swette,
Wyth swordes of fine collayne;
Tyll the bloode from ther bassonettes ranne,
As the roke doth in the rayne.
Yelde the to me, sayd the Dowglas,
Or ellse thow schalt be slayne:
For I see, by thy bryght bassonet,
Thow arte sum man of myght;
And so I do by thy burnysshed brande,