‘For all the good service that I have done,
What now shall my meed bee?
And I will lead the vanward
Thorow the English countrye.’
XXII
‘Now aske on, Douglas,’ said the King,
‘And granted it shall bee.’—
‘Why then, I aske litle London,’ saies Douglas,
‘Gotten gif that it bee.’
XXIII
The King was wroth, and rose away,
Saies, ‘Nay, that cannot bee!
For that I will keepe for my cheefe chamber,
Gotten gif that it bee.
XXIV
‘But take thee North Wales and Weschester,
The countrye all round about,
And rewarded thou shalt bee,
Of that take thou noe doubt.’
XXV
Five score knights he made on a day,
And dubb’d them with his hands;
Rewarded them right worthilye
With the townes in merry England.