XI
Both with speär, bill and brand,—
’Twas a mighty sight to see;
Hardier men both of heart nor hand
Were not in Christiantè.
XII
They were twenty hundred spearmen good,
Withouten any fail:
They were born along by the water o’ Tweed
I’ the boun’s[1094] o’ Teviotdale.
XIII
‘Leave off the brittling of deer,’ he said;
‘To your bows look ye take good heed,
For sith ye were on your mothers born
Had ye never so mickle need.’
XIV
The doughty Douglas on a steed
Rode all his men beforn,
His armour glitter’d as did a gleed[1095],
Bolder bairn[1096] was never born.
XV
‘Tell me whose men ye are,’ he says,
‘Or whose men that ye be;
Who gave you leave in this Cheviot chase
In the spite of mine and of me?’