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BETRAYED BT DOUGLAS. 99
" Marry, it is thrice fifty miles, To saile to them upon the sea.
" I never was on English ground,
Ne never sawe it with mine eye, 130
But as my book it sheweth mee,
And through my ring I may descrye.
" My mother shee was a witch ladye, And of her skille she learned mee;
She wold let me see out of Lough-leven w
What they did in London citie."
" But who is yond, thou lady faire,%
That looketh with sic an austerne face ? "
" Yonder is Sir John Foster," quoth shee,
" Alas! he'll do ye sore disgrace." no
He pulled his hatt downe over his browe;
He wept, in his heart he was full of woe; And he is gone to his noble lord,
Those sorrowful tidings him to show.
" Now nay, now nay, good James Swynard, i« I. may not believe that witch ladie;
The Douglasses were ever true,
And they can ne'er prove false to mee. |
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139. Warden of the Middle-march.—P. |
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