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SIR ANDREW BAETON. 65 |
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Then Henrye Hunt, with rigour hott,
Came bravely on the other side; Soone he drove downe his fore-mast tree,
And killed fourscore men beside. s>
" Nowe, out alas! " Sir Andrewe cryed,
" What may a man now thinke or say ? Yonder merchant theefe, that pierceth mee,
He was my prisoner yesterday.
" Come hither to me, thou Gordon good, es
That aye wast readye att my call; I will give thee three hundred pounds,
If thou wilt let my beames downe fall." Lord Howard hee then calld in haste,
" Horselye, see thou be true in stead ; ' ro For thou shalt at the maine-mast hang,
If thou misse twelvescore one penny bread."
Then Gordon swarved the maine-mast tree,
He swarved it with might and maine; But Horseley with a bearing arrowe, 10
Stroke the Gordon through the braine; And he fell unto the haches again,
And sore his deadlye wounde did bleede: Then word went through Sir Andrews men,
How that the Gordon hee was dead. so
" Come hither to mee, James Hambilton,
Thou art my only sisters sonne; If thou wilt let my beames downe fall,
vol. vii. 5 |
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