‘Sir Richard of Edenborrow, where are yee?
A wise man in this warr!
I’le give thee Bristow and the shire
The time that wee come there.
XVII
‘Thou, my lord Nevill, where art thou?
Thou must in this warres bee;
I’le give thee Shrewsburye,’ saies the King,
‘And Coventrye faire and free.
XVIII
‘My lord of Hambleton[1029], where art thou?
Thou art of my kin full nye;
I’le give thee Lincolne and Lincolneshire,
And that’s enoughe for thee.’
XIX
By then came in William Douglas,
As breeme[1030] as any bore;
He kneelèd him downe upon his knees,
In his heart he sighèd sore.
XX
‘I have servèd you, my lovelye liege,
This thirty winters and four,
And in the Scottish Marches
Have beene wounded and beaten sore.