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228 THE BATTLE OF BALRINNES. |
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And left me myne allaine. Now must I flie, or els be slaine,
Since they will not returne;" 2*0
With that he ran ouer ane dyne,
Endlongis ane lytill burne.
Then after great Argylles hoste
Some horssmen tuik the chess, Quha turned their backes for all thair bost, %i
Contrair the fooles say[s]. They cried " oh," with manie " alace,"
Bot neuir for mercie sought; • Thairfoir the Gordones gaue no grace,
Becaus they craved it nought. sso
Then some guidman perseiued sharpe,
With Erroll and Huntlie, And thai with [a] capitane did carpe,
Quhais name was Ogilvie. He sayis, " Gentillmen, lat see 285
Who maniest slaine slaydis; Save non this day ze may gar die,
For pleadis, nor ransome paynes."
257-64. " What greater honour could ye wish In deeds of chivalry, Or hrave victory than this,
Where one has chac'd thrice three ? seo
Therefore, good fellows, let him be;
He'll die before he yield; For he with his small company Bade langest in the field." 281. perceiued. 286, 288. corrupted. |
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