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SIR ANDREW BARTON. |
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And shewe me where thy dwelling is, re
And whither bound, and whence thou came."
" My name is Henry Hunt," quoth hee, With a heavye heart, and a carefull mind;
" I and my shipp doe both belong
To the Newcastle that stands upon Tyne." *
" Hast thou not heard, nowe, Henrye Hunt,
As thou hast sayled by daye and by night, Of a Scottish robber on the seas;
Men call him Sir Andrew Barton, knight ? " Then ever he sighed, and sayd " Alas !" &
With a grieved mind, and well-away, " But over-well I knowe that wight;
I was his prisoner yesterday.
" As I was sayling uppon the sea,
A Burdeaux voyage for to fare, so
To his hach-borde he clasped me,
And robd me of all my merchant ware. And mickle debts, God wot, I owe,
And every man will have his owne, And I am nowe to London bounde, a
Of our gracious king to beg a boone."
" That shall not need," Lord Howard sais ;
" Lett me but once that robber see, For every penny tane thee froe
91. The MS. has here archborde, but in Part II. v. 5, hachebord. |
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