‘By my good faith,’ said the noble Percye,
‘Now hast thou rede full ryght;
Yet will I never yield me to thee,
While I may stand and fyght.’
LIII
They swapp’d together, while that they swet,
With swordès sharp and long;
Each on other so fast they bette[1075],
Their helms came in pieces down.
LIV
The Percy was a man of strength,
I tell you in this stounde[1076]:
He smote the Douglas at the sword’s length
That he fell to the grounde.
LV
The Douglas call’d to his little foot-page,
And sayd, ‘Run speedilye,
And fetch my ain dear sister’s son,
Sir Hugh Montgomery.
LVI
‘My nephew good,’ the Douglas sayd,
‘What recks the death of ane?
Last night I dream’d a dreary dream,
And I ken the day’s thy ain.