My sister is craftye, and wold beguile
A thousand such as you and mee."
When they had sayled[10] fifty myle,
Now fifty mile upon the sea;
Hee sent his man to ask the Douglas,
When they shold that shooting see.
"Faire words," quoth he, "they make fooles faine,
And that by thee and thy lord is seen:
You may hap to thinke itt soone enough,
Ere you that shooting reach, I ween."
Jamye his hatt pulled over his browe,
He thought his lord then was betray'd;
And he is to Erle Percy againe,
To tell him what the Douglas sayd.
"Hold upp thy head, man," quoth his lord;
"Nor therefore lett thy courage fayle,
He did it but to prove thy heart,
To see if he cold make it quail."
When they had other fifty sayld,
Other fifty mile upon the sea,
Lord Percy called to Douglas himselfe,
"Sayd, What wilt thou nowe doe with mee?"
"Looke that your brydle be wight, my lord,
And your horse goe swift as shipp att sea
Looke that your spurres be bright and sharpe,
That you may pricke her while she'll away."
"What needeth this, Douglas?" he sayth;
"What needest thou to flyte with mee?
For I was counted a horseman good
Before that ever I mett with thee.
"A false Hector hath my horse,
Who dealt with mee so treacherouslie:
A false Armstrong hath my spurres,
And all the geere belongs to mee."
When they had sayled other fifty mile,
Other fifty mile upon the sea;
They landed low by Berwicke side,
A deputed laird landed Lord Percye.
Then he at Yorke was doomde to dye,
It was, alas a sorrowfull sight
Thus they betrayed that noble earle,
Who ever was a gallant wight.