‘By the fayth of my bodye:’
‘Thether schall I com,’ sayd Syr Harry Perssy,
‘My trowth I plyght to the.’
17
A pype of wyne he gaue them over the walles,
For soth as I yow saye;
Ther he mayd the Dowglasse drynke,
And all hys ost that daye.
18
The Dowglas turnyd hym homewarde agayne,