‘But cease, my King,’ saies James Douglas,
‘Alive is not left a man!’
‘Now by my faith,’ saies the King of Scotts,
‘That gate was evil gone.
XXXII
‘But I’le revenge thy quarrell well,
And of that thou may be fain;
For one Scott will beate five Englishmen,
If they meeten them on the plaine.’
XXXIII
‘Now hold your tongue,’ saies James Douglas,
‘For in faith that is not soe;
For one English man is worth five Scotts,
When they meeten together thoe[1033].
XXXIV
‘For they are as eager men to fight
As a faulcon upon a prey;
Alas! if ever they winne the vanward,
There scapes noe man away.’
XXXV
‘O peace thy talking,’ said the King,
‘They bee but English knaves,
But shepards and millers both,
And priestès with their staves.’