‘Were you twenty ships, and he but one,
Either in archbord or in hall[1141],
He wo’ld overcome you everye one,
An if his beams they doe down fall.’
XXX
‘This is cold comfort,’ says my Lord Howard,
‘To welcome a stranger thus to the sea;
I’le bring him and his ship to shore,
Or else into Scotland he shall carry me.’
XXXI
‘Then, my lord, you must get a noble gunner;
One that can set well with his e’e,
And sink his pinnace into the sea,
And soon then overcome will he be.
XXXII
‘And when that you have done all this,
If you chance Sir Andrew for to board,
Let no man to his topcastle go;
And I will give you a glass[1142], my lord,
XXXIII
‘And then you need to fear no Scot,
Whether you sayle by day or by night;
And to-morrow, by seven of the clocke,
You shall meete with Sir Andrew Barton, Knight.’