49
‘Looke that your brydle be wight, my lord,
That you may goe as a shipp att sea;
Looke that your spurres be bright and sharpe,
That you may pricke her while shee’le awaye.’
50
‘What needeth this, Douglas,’ he sayth,
‘That thou needest to ffloute mee?
For I was counted a horsseman good
Before that euer I mett with thee.