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| GOD prosper long our noble king, | |
| our liffes 1 and saftyes all! | |
| A woefull hunting once there did | |
| in Cheuy Chase befall. | |
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| To driue the deere with hound and horne | 5 |
| Erle Pearcy took the way: | |
| The child may rue that is vnborne | |
| the hunting of that day! | |
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| The stout Erle of Northumberland | |
| a vow to God did make | 10 |
| His pleasure in the Scottish woods | |
| three sommers days to take, | |
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| The cheefest harts in Cheuy C[h]ase | |
| to kill and beare away: | |
| These tydings to Erle Douglas came | 15 |
| in Scottland, where he lay. | |
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| Who sent Erle Pearcy present word | |
| he would prevent his sport; | |
| The English erle, not fearing that, | |
| did to the woods resort, | 20 |
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| With fifteen hundred bowmen bold, | |
| All chosen men of might, | |
| Who knew ffull well in time of neede | |
| to ayme their shafts arright. | |
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| The gallant greyhound[s] swiftly ran | 25 |
| to chase the fallow deere; | |
| On Munday they began to hunt, | |
| ere daylight did appeare. | |
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| And long before high noone the had | |
| a hundred fat buckes slaine; | 30 |
| Then hauing dined, the drouyers went | |
| to rouze the deare againe. | |
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| The bowmen mustered on the hills, | |
| well able to endure; | |
| Theire backsids all with speciall care | 35 |
| that day were guarded sure. | |
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| The hounds ran swiftly through the woods | |
| the nimble deere to take, | |
| That with their cryes the hills and dales | |
| an eccho shrill did make. | 40 |
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| Lord Pearcy to the querry 2 went | |
| to view the tender deere; | |
| Quoth he, Erle Douglas promised once | |
| this day to meete me heere; | |
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| But if I thought he wold not come, | 45 |
| noe longer wold I stay. | |
| With that a braue younge gentlman | |
| thus to the erle did say: | |
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| Loe, yonder doth Erle Douglas come, | |
| hys men in armour bright; | 50 |
| Full twenty hundred Scottish speres | |
| all marching in our sight. | |
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| All men of pleasant Tiuydale, | |
| fast by the riuer Tweede: | |
| O ceaze your sportts! Erle Pearcy said, | 55 |
| and take your bowes with speede. | |
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| And now with me, my countrymen, | |
| your courage forth advance! | |
| For there was neuer champion yett, | |
| in Scottland nor in Ffrance, | 60 |
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| That euer did on horsbacke come, | |
| [but], and if my hap it were, | |
| I durst encounter man for man, | |
| with him to break a spere. | |
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| Erle Douglas on his milke-white steede, | 65 |
| most like a baron bold, | |
| Rode formost of his company, | |
| whose armor shone like gold. | |
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| Shew me, sayd hee, whose men you bee | |
| that hunt soe boldly heere, | 70 |
| That without my consent doe chase | |
| and kill my fallow deere. | |
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| The first man that did answer make | |
| was noble Pearcy hee, | |
| Who sayd, Wee list not to declare | 75 |
| nor shew whose men wee bee; | |
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| Yett wee will spend our deerest blood | |
| thy cheefest harts to slay. | |
| Then Douglas swore a solempne oathe, | |
| and thus in rage did say: | 80 |
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| Ere thus I will outbraued bee, | |
| one of vs tow shall dye; | |
| I know thee well, an erle thou art; | |
| Lord Pearcy, soe am I. | |
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| But trust me, Pearcye, pittye it were, | 85 |
| and great offence, to kill | |
| Then any of these our guiltlesse men, | |
| for they haue done none ill. | |
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| Let thou and I the battell trye, | |
| and set our men aside: | 90 |
| Accurst bee [he!] Erle Pearcye sayd, | |
| by whome it is denyed. | |
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| Then stept a gallant squire forth | |
| Witherington was his name | |
| Who said, I wold not haue it told | 95 |
| To Henery our King, for shame, | |
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| That ere my captaine fought on foote, | |
| and I stand looking on. | |
| You bee two Erles, quoth Witherington, | |
| and I a squier alone; | 100 |
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| Ile doe the best that doe I may, | |
| while I haue power to stand; | |
| While I haue power to weeld my sword, | |
| Ilt fight with hart and hand. | |
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| Our English archers bent their bowes; | 105 |
| their harts were good and trew; | |
| Att the first flight of arrowes sent, | |
| full foure score Scotts the slew. | |
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| To driue the deere with hound and horne, | |
| Douglas bade 3 on the bent; | 110 |
| Two captaines moued with mickle 4 might, | |
| their speres to shiuers went. | |
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| They closed full fast on euerye side | |
| noe slackness there was found, | |
| But many a gallant gentleman | 115 |
| lay gasping on the ground. | |
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| O Christ! it was great greeue 5 to see | |
| how eche man chose his spere, | |
| And how the blood out of their brests | |
| did gush like water cleare. | 120 |
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| At last these two stout erles did meet, | |
| like captaines of great might; | |
| Like lyons woode 6 they layd on lode; | |
| the made a cruell fight. | |
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| The fought vntil they both did sweat, | 125 |
| with swords of tempered steele, | |
| Till blood downe their cheekes like raine | |
| the trickling downe did feele. | |
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| O yeeld thee, Pearcye! Douglas sayd, | |
| And in faith I will thee bringe | 130 |
| Where thou shall high advanced bee | |
| by Iames our Scottish king. | |
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| Thy ransome I will freely giue, | |
| and this report of thee, | |
| Thou art the most couragious knight | 135 |
| [that ever I did see.] | |
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| Noe, Douglas! quoth Erle Percy then, | |
| thy profer I doe scorne; | |
| I will not yeelde to any Scott | |
| that euer yett was borne! | 140 |
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| With that there came an arrow keene, | |
| out of an English bow, | |
| Which stroke Erle Douglas on the brest | |
| a deepe and deadlye blow. | |
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| Who neuer sayd more words than these; | 145 |
| Fight on, my merry men all! | |
| For why, my life is att [an] end, | |
| lord Pearcy sees my fall. | |
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| Then leauing liffe, Erle Pearcy tooke | |
| the dead man by the hand; | 150 |
| Who said, Erle Dowglas, for thy life, | |
| Wold I had lost my land! | |
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| O Christ! my verry hart doth bleed | |
| for sorrow for thy sake, | |
| For sure, a more redoubted knight | 155 |
| mischance cold neuer take. | |
| |
| A knight amongst the Scotts there was | |
| which saw Erle Douglas dye, | |
| Who streight in hart did vow revenge | |
| vpon the Lord Pearcye. | 160 |
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| Sir Hugh Mountgomerye was he called, | |
| who, with a spere full bright, | |
| Well mounted on a gallant steed, | |
| ran feircly through the fight, | |
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| And past the English archers all, | 165 |
| without all dread or feare, | |
| And through Erle Percyes body then | |
| he thrust his hatfull spere. | |
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| With such a vehement force and might | |
| his body he did gore, | 170 |
| The staff ran through the other side | |
| a large cloth-yard and more. | |
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| Thus did both those nobles dye, | |
| whose courage none cold staine; | |
| An English archer then perceiued | 175 |
| the noble erle was slaine. | |
| |
| He had [a] good bow in his hand, | |
| made of a trusty tree; | |
| An arrow of a cloth-yard long | |
| to the hard head haled hee. | 180 |
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| Against Sir Hugh Mountgomerye | |
| his shaft full right he sett; | |
| The grey-goose-winge that was there-on | |
| in his harts bloode was wett. | |
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| This fight from breake of day did last | 185 |
| till setting of the sun, | |
| For when the rung the euening-bell | |
| the battele scarse was done. | |
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| With stout Erle Percy there was slaine | |
| Sir Iohn of Egerton, | 190 |
| Sir Robert Harcliffe and Sir William, | |
| Sir Iames, that bold barron. | |
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| And with Sir George and Sir Iames, | |
| both knights of good account, | |
| Good Sir Raphe Rebbye there was slaine, | 195 |
| whose prowesse did surmount. | |
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| For Witherington needs must I wayle | |
| as one in dolefull dumpes, | |
| For when his leggs were smitten of, | |
| he fought vpon his stumpes. | 200 |
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| And with Erle Dowglas there was slaine | |
| Sir Hugh Mountgomerye, | |
| And Sir Charles Morrell, that from feelde | |
| one foote wold neuer flee; | |
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| Sir Roger Heuer of Harcliffe tow, | 205 |
| his sisters sonne was hee; | |
| Sir David Lambwell, well esteemed, | |
| but saved he cold not bee. | |
| |
| And the Lord Maxwell, in like case, | |
| with Douglas he did dye; | 210 |
| Of twenty hundred Scottish speeres, | |
| scarce fifty-fiue did flye. | |
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| Of fifteen hundred Englishmen | |
| went home but fifty-three; | |
| The rest in Cheuy Chase were slaine, | 215 |
| vnder the greenwoode tree. | |
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| Next day did many widdowes come | |
| their husbands to bewayle; | |
| They washt their wounds in brinish teares, | |
| but all wold not prevayle. | 220 |
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| Theyr bodyes, bathed in purple blood, | |
| the bore with them away; | |
| They kist them dead a thousand times | |
| ere the were cladd in clay. | |
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| The newes was brought to Eddenborrow, | 225 |
| where Scottlands king did rayne, | |
| That braue Erle Douglas soddainlye | |
| was with an arrow slaine. | |
| |
| O heauy newes! King Iames can say; | |
| Scotland may wittenesse bee | 230 |
| I haue not any captaine more | |
| of such account as hee. | |
| |
| Like tydings to King Henery came, | |
| within as short a space, | |
| That Pearcy of Northumberland | 235 |
| was slaine in Cheuy Chase. | |
| |
| Now God be with him! said our king, | |
| sith it will noe better bee; | |
| I trust I haue within my realme | |
| fiue hundred as good as hee. | 240 |
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| Yett shall not Scotts nor Scottland say | |
| but I will vengeance take, | |
| And be revenged on them all | |
| for braue Erle Percyes sake. | |
| |
| This vow the king did well performe | 245 |
| after on Humble-downe; | |
| In one day fifty knights were slayne, | |
| with lords of great renowne. | |
| |
| And of the rest, of small account, | |
| did many hundreds dye: | 250 |
| Thus endeth the hunting in Cheuy Chase, | |
| made by the Erle Pearcye. | |
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| God saue our king, and blesse this land | |
| with plentye, ioy, and peace, | |
| And grant hencforth that foule debate | 255 |
| twixt noble men may ceaze! | |