‘Swynton, fair fall upon your pride!
To battle make you bowne[1059].—
Sir Davy Scott, Sir Walter Steward,
Sir John of Agerstone!’
XXVIII
The Percy came before his host,
He was ever a gentil knight:
Upon the Douglas loud can he cry
‘I will hold that I have hyght[1060].’
XXIX
‘For thou hast brent Northumberland,
And done me great envye,
For this trespasse thou hast me done
The tone of us shall die.’
XXX
The Douglas answer’d him again
With great words upon hie,
And sayd, ‘I have twenty against thy one:
Behold, and thou mayst see!’
XXXI
With that the Percy was grievèd sore,
Forsooth as I you say:
He lighted down upon his foot
And schoote[1061] his horse away.