The merchant set Lord Howard a glass
So well apparent in his sight
That on the morrow by seven of the clock
He spy’d Sir Andrew Barton, Knight.
XXXV
Lord Howard he swore a mighty oath
When he saw his hache-bords dearly dight;
‘Now by my faith and by my troth,
Yonder proud Scott is a worthy wight.
XXXVI
‘Take in your ancients[1143] and your standards,
Yea, that no man shall them see,
And put me forth a white willow wand,
As merchants use to sayle the sea.’
XXXVII
But they stirr’d[1144] neither top nor mast,
But Sir Andrew they passèd by.—
‘What English are yonder,’ said Sir Andrew,
‘That can[1145] so little curtesye?
XXXVIII
‘I have been admiral over the sea
[Methinketh] more then these yeeres three;
There is never an English nor Portingall dog,
Can pass this way without leave of me.