Grant me one boon, said he,
For my noble master nere had a man,
That yet was hang’d on the tree. {258}
Give me a sword all in my hand,
And let mee be unbound,
And with thee and thy men Ile fight,
Till I lie dead on the ground.
But his desire he would not grant,
His wishes were in vain ;
For the sheriff had sworn he hanged should be,