Wyth hym a noble companye;
All they loge at your fathers thys nyght,
And the batell fayne wolde they see.’
39
‘For Jhesus love,’ sayd Syr Harye Perssy,
‘That dyed for yow and me,
Wende to my lorde my father agayne,
And saye thow sawe me not wyth yee.
40
‘My trowth ys plyght to yonne Skottysh knyght,