‘Now by my troth,’ the Douglas sayd,
‘It is but a faynèd[1053] tale!
He durst not look on my broad banner
[Were all England in] hail!
XXIII
‘Was I not yesterday at Newcastell
That stands so fair on Tyne?
For all the men the Percy had
He could not gar me to dine[1054].’
XXIV
He stepp’d out at his pavilion-door
To look an it were lease[1055]:
‘Array you, lordings, one and all!
For here begins no peace.
XXV
‘The Earl of Menteith, thou art my eme[1056],
The vaward[1057] I give to thee:
The Earl of Huntley, cante[1058] and keen,
Take him to go with thee.
XXVI
‘The Lord of Buchan, in armure bright,
On the other side he shall be;
Lord Johnstone and Lord Maxwell
They two shall go with me.