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202 SIR ANDREW BARTON. |
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To France no voyage to be sure, But Sir Andrew Barton makes us quail, us
And robs us of our marchant ware."
Vext was the king, and turning him,
Said to the lords of high degree, ' " Have I ne'er a lord within my realm,
Dare fetch that traytor unto me?" 20
To him replyM Charles Lord Howard,
" I will, my liege, with heart and hand; If it will please you grant me leave," he said,
" I will perform what you command."
To him then spoke King Henry, 35
'•' I fear, my lord, you are too young." " No whit at all, my liege," quoth he;
" I hope to prove in valour strong. The Scotch knight I vow to seek,
In what place soever he be, 30
And bring ashore with all his might,
Or into Scotland he shall carry me."
" A hundred men," the king then said,
" Out of my realm shall chosen be, Besides sailors and ship-boys, 3«
To guide a great ship on the sea. Bowmen and gunners of good skill,
Shall for this service chosen be, And they at thy command and will
In all affairs shall wait on thee." *i
Lord Howard call'd a gunner then, Who was the best in all the realm, |
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