And then bespake the good ladye,
Mary a Douglas was her name:
‘You shall byde here, good English lord;
My brother is a traitorous man.
VIII
‘He is a traitor stout and stronge,
As I’st tell you the veretye;
For he hath ta’en ’liverance of the Erle,
And into England he will ‘liver thee.’—
IX
‘Now hold thy tongue, thou goodly ladye,
Now all this talking let a-bee;
For all the gold that’s in Lough Leven,
William wo’ld not ’liver mee.
X
‘It wo’ld breake truce betweene England and Scottland,
And freinds againe they wo’ld never bee,
If he sho’ld ‘liver a banisht erle,
Was driven out of his owne countrye.’—
XI
‘Hold your tounge, my lord,’ she sayes,
‘There is much falsehood them amonge;
Soone they will part them freinds againe,
When you are dead, then they are done.