And all the saylors were on borde;
Then William Douglas took to his boat,
And with him went that noble lord.
373–6.
Then he cast up a silver wand,
Says, Gentle lady, fare thee well!
The lady fett a sigh soe deepe,
And in a dead swoone down shee fell.
38, 39.
Now let us goe back, Douglas, he sayd,