And all that ever with him be.
The fattiste hartes in all Chyviat,
He sayd he wold kyll, and cary them away.
By my feth, sayd the doughté Doglas agayn,
I wyll let that hontyng yf that I may.
Then the Persé owt of Bamborowe cam,
With him a myghtee meany;
With fifteen hondrith archares bold, off blood and bone,
The wear chosen owt of shayrs thre.
This beganne on a Monday at morn,