Nor shew whose men wee bee.
“Yett wee will spend our deerest blood
Thy cheefest harts to slay.”
Then Douglas swore a solempne oathe,
And thus in rage did say;
“Ere thus I will outbraved bee,
One of us tow shall dye!
I know thee well! an Erle thou art,
Lord Percy! Soe am I;
“But trust me, Percye, pittye it were,