They made a cruell fight.
They fought untill they both did sweat,
With swords of tempered steele,
Till blood a-downe their cheekes like raine
They trickling downe did feele.
“O yeeld thee, Percye!” Douglas sayd,
And infaith I will thee bringe
Where thou shall high advanced bee
By James our Scottish King;
“Thy ransome I will freely give,