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THE DUEL OP WHARTON AND STUAET. 261
No manner of treating, nor advice, Could hold from striking in that place;
For, in the height and heat of blood, u
James struck George Wharton on the face.
" What doth this mean," George Wharton said,
" To strike in such unmanly sort ? But, that I take it at thy hands,
The tongue of man shall ne'er report!" 20
" But do thy worst, then," said Sir James,
" Now do thy worst, appoint a day! There's not a lord in England breathes
Shall gar me give an inch of way."
" Ye brag right weel," George Wharton said j 25 " Let our brave lords at large alane,
And speak of me, that am thy foe, For you shall find enough o' ane.'
" I'll interchange my glove wi' thine;
I'll show it on the bed of death; 30
I mean the place where we shall fight;
There ane or both maun lose life and breath 1"
" We'll meet near Waltham," said Sir James;
" To-morrow, that shall be the day. Well either take a single man, ss
And try who bears the bell away."
Then down together hands they shook,
Without any envious sign ; Then went to Ludgate, where they lay,
And each man drank his pint of wine. *o |
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