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" Gramercy now, my children deare,
You showe yourselves right bold and brave ;
And whethersoe'er I live or dye, re
A fathers blessing you shal have."
" But what sayst thou, 0 Francis Norton?
Thou art mine oldest sonn and heire; Somewhat lyes brooding in thy breast;
"Whatever it bee, to mee declare." so
" Father, you are an aged man;
Your head is white, your bearde is gray; It were a shame at these your yeares
For you to ryse in such a fray."
" Now fye upon thee, coward Francis, as
Thou never learnedst this of mee ;
When thou wert yong and tender of age, "Why did I make soe much of thee ? "
" But, father, I will wend with you,
Unarm'd and naked will I bee; oo
And he that strikes against the crowne,
Ever an ill death may he dee."
Then rose that reverend gentleman, And with him came a goodlye band,
To join with the brave Erie Percy, k>
And all the flower o' Northumberland. |
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