‘Thou must tell me thy name,’ says Charles my lord Howard,
‘Or who thou art, or from whence thou came,
Yea, and where thy dwelling is,
To whom and where thy ship does belong.’
XX
‘My name,’ says he, ‘is Henery Hunt,
With a pure hart and a penitent mind;
I and my ship they doe belong
Unto the New-castle that stands upon Tyne.’—
XXI
‘Now thou must tell me, Henery Hunt,
As thou hast saylèd by day and by night,
Hast thou not heard of a stout robbèr?
Men calls him Sir Andrew Barton, Knight.’
XXII
But ever he sighèd, and said, ‘Alas!
Full well, my lord, I know that wight;
He has robb’d me of my merchants-ware,
And I was his pris’ner but yesternight.
XXIII
‘As I was sayling upon the sea,
And a Bourdeaux voyage as I did fare,
He claspèd me to his archèborde[1138],
And robb’d me of all my merchants-ware.