But when he had his armour of proof,
And on his body he had it on,
Every man that lookèd at him
Said, Gun nor arrow he need fear none.
LX
‘Come hither, Horsley!’ says my Lord Howard,
‘And look your shaft that it goe right;
Shoot a good shoote in the time of need,
And for thy shooting thou’st be made knight.’
LXI
‘I’le do my best,’ sayes Horsley then,
‘Your Honour shall see before I goe;
If I sho’ld be hang’d at your maine-mast tree,
I have in my ship but arrows two.’
LXII
But at Sir Andrew he shot then;
He made so sure to hit his mark;
Under the spole[1151] of his right arme
He smote Sir Andrew quite thro’ the heart.
LXIII
Yet from the tree he wo’ld not start,
But he cling’d to it with might and main;
Under the collar then of his jacke[1152],
He stroke Sir Andrew thoro’ the brain.