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THE BATTLE OF OTTERBQTIRNE. 9
A pype of wyne he gave them over the walles, es
For soth, as I yow saye; Ther he mayd the Douglas drynke, - And all hys oste that daye.
The Dowglas turnyd hym homewarde agayne, For soth withowghten naye ; ?0
He tooke his logeyng at Oterborne Uppon a Wedynsday,
And there he pyght hys standerd dowyn,
Hys gettyng more and lesse, And syne he warned hys men to goo re
To chose ther geldyngs gresse.
A Skottysshe knyght hoved upon the bent,
A wache I dare well saye; So was he ware on the noble Percy
In the dawnynge of the daye. so
He prycked to his pavyleon dore,
As faste as he myght ronne; " Awaken, Dowglas," cryed the knyght,
" For hys love, that syttes yn trone.
" Awaken, Dowglas," cryed the knyght, es
" For thow maiste waken wyth wynne ;
Yender have I spyed the prowde Percy, And seven standardes wyth hym." |
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77. the best bent, MS. |
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