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32 THE HUNTING OF THE CHEVIOT.
" Leave of the brytlyng of the dear," he sayde, " And to your bowys lock ye tayk good heed ;, ' For never sithe ye -wear on your mothars borne Had ye never so mickle ned."
The dougheti Dogglas on a stede »
He rode att his men beforne ; His armor glytteryde as dyd a glede;
A bolder barne was never born.
" Tell me whos men ye ar," he says,
" Or whos men that ye be : eo
Who gave youe leave to hunte in this Chyviat chays,
In the spyt of me ? "
The first mane that ever him an answear mayd,
Tt was the good lord Perse : " We wyll not tell the whoys men we ar," he says, «
" Nor whos men that we be ; But we wyll hount hear in this chays,
In the spyt of thyne and of the.
" The fattiste hartes in all Chyviat 69
We have kyld, and cast to carry them a-way:'
" Be my troth," sayd the doughte Dogglas agayn, " Ther-for the ton of us shall de this day." |
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