That thou tooke hence with thee?’

31

‘But cease, my king,’ saies Iames Douglas,

‘Aliue is not left a man!’

‘Now by my faith,’ saies the king of Scottes,

That gate was euill gone.

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‘But I’le reuenge thy quarrell well,

And of that thou may be faine;

For one Scott will beate fiue Englishmen,