(cited in The Gentleman’s Magazine, 1794, I, 306), is explained by
Seneca himself, Epis. lxvi, 47: “qui, succisis poplitibus, in genua se
excepit nec arma dimisit.” “In certaminibus gladiatorum hoc sæpe
accidisse et statuæ existentes docent, imprimis gladiator Borghesinus.”
Senecæ Op. Phil., Bouillet, II, 12.
61^1. “Lovely London,” as Maginn remarks, Blackwood’s Magazine, VII,
327, is like the Homeric Αὐγειὰς ἐρατεινάς, Ἀρήνην ἐρατεινήν, Il., ii,
532, 591, etc. Leeve, or lovely, London, is of frequent occurrence: see
No 158, 1^1, No 168, appendix, 7^5, No 174, 35^1, etc. So “men of
pleasant Tivydale,” #B# 14^1, wrongly in #B a#, #f#, “pleasant men of
Tiuydale.”
64^3. Glendale is one of the six wards of Northumberland, and Homildon
is in this ward, a mile northwest of Wooler.
65^2. That tear begane this spurn “is said to be a proverb, meaning that
tear, or pull, brought about this kick”: Skeat. Such a proverb is
unlikely and should be vouched. There may be corruption, and perhaps we
should read, as a lamentation, That ear (ever) begane this spurn! Or
possibly, That tear is for That there, meaning simply there.
For genealogical illustrations may be consulted, with caution, Percy’s
Reliques, 1794, I, 34 ff, 282 ff. With respect to 53^1, Professor Skeat
notes: “Lou_m_le, Lumley; always hitherto printed louele (and explained
Lovel), though the MS. cannot be so read, the word being written loūle.
‘My Lord Lumley’ is mentioned in the ballad of Scotish Feilde, Percy
Fol. MS., I, 226, l. 270; and again in the ballad of Bosworth Feilde,
_id._, III, 245, l. 250.”
A is translated by Herder, II, 213; by R.
v. Bismarck, Deutches Museum, 1858, I, 897; by Von Marées, p. 63; by
Grundtvig, Engelske og skotske Folkeviser, p. 84, No 13. Into Latin by
Dr. William Maginn, in Blackwood’s Magazine, 1819–20, VI, 199, VII, 323.
#B# is translated by Bothe, p. 6; by Knortz, L. u. R. Alt-Englands, p.
24, No 7; by Loève-Veimars, p. 55; (in part) by Cantù, p. 802. Into
Latin by Henry Bold, Dryden’s Miscellanies, ed. 1702, II, 239; by Rev.
John Anketell, Poems, etc., Dublin, 1793, p. 264.
A
MS. Ashmole, 48 Bodleian Library, in Skeat’s Specimens of English
Literature, 1394–1579, ed. 1880, p. 67.
1
The P_er_së owt off Northombarlonde,
and avowe to God mayd he
That he wold hunte in the mowntayns
off Chyviat w_i_t_h_in days thre,
In the magg_er_ of doughtë Dogles,
and all that eu_er_ with him be.
2
The fattiste hart_es_ in all Cheviat
he sayd he wold kyll, and cary them away:
‘Be my feth,’ sayd _th_e dougheti Doglas agayn,
‘I will let _tha_t hontyng yf _tha_t I may.’
3
The[n] _th_e P_er_së owt off Bamborowe cam,
w_i_t_h_ him a myghtee meany,
W_i_t_h_ fifteen hondrith archar_es_ bold off blood and bone;
_th_e wear chosen owt of shyars thre.
4
This begane at a Monday at morn,
in Cheviat the hillys so he;
The chylde may rue that ys vn-born,
it wos the mor pittë.
5
The dryvars thorowe the wood_ës_ went,
for to reas the dear;
Bomen byckarte vppone the bent
w_i_t_h_ ther browde aros cleare.
6
Then the wylde thorowe the wood_ës_ went,
on eu_er_y sydë shear;
Greahond_es_ thorowe the grevis glent,
for to kyll thear dear.
7
_Th_is begane in Chyviat _th_e hyls abone,
yerly on a Monnyn-day;
Be _tha_t it drewe to the oware off none,
a hondrith fat hart_ës_ ded _the_r lay.
8
The blewe a mort vppone _th_e bent,
_th_e semblyde on sydis shear;
To the quyrry then the P_er_së went,
to se the bryttlynge off the deare.
9
He sayd, It was the Duglas promys
this day to met me hear;
But I wyste he wold faylle, verament;
a great oth _th_e P_er_së swear.
10
At the laste a squyar off Northo_m_b_er_londe
lokyde at his hand full ny;
He was war a the doughetie Doglas co_m_mynge,
with him a myghttë meany.
11
Both with spear, bylle, and brande,
yt was a myghtti sight to se;
Hardyar men, both off harte nor hande,
wear not in Cristiantë.
12
The wear twenti hondrith spear-men good,
withoute any feale;
The wear borne along be the watt_er_ a Twyde,
yth bownd_ës_ of Tividale.
13
‘Leave of the brytlyng of the dear,’ he sayd,
‘and to your boÿs lock ye tayk good hed_e_;
For neu_er_ sithe ye wear on your mothars borne
had ye neu_er_ so mickle ned_e_.’
14
The dougheti Dogglas on a stede,
he rode all_e_ his men beforne;
His armor glytteryde as dyd a glede;
a boldar barne was nev_er_ born.
15
‘Tell me whos men ye ar,’ he says,
‘or whos men that ye be:
Who gave youe leave to hunte in this Chyviat chays,
in _th_e spyt of myn and of me.’
16
The first mane that ev_er_ him an answear mayd,
yt was _th_e good lord P_er_së:
‘We wyll not tell the whoys men we ar,’ he says,
‘nor whos men _tha_t we be;
But we wyll hounte hear in this chays,
in the spyt of thyne and of the.
17
‘_Th_e fattiste hart_ës_ in all Chyviat
we haue kyld, and cast to carry them away:’
‘Be my troth,’ sayd _th_e doughetë Dogglas agay[n],
‘_the_rfor the ton of vs shall de this day.’
18
Then sayd the doughtë Doglas
unto the lord P_er_së:
‘To kyll all_e_ thes giltles men,
alas, it wear great pittë!
19
‘But, P_er_së, thowe art a lord of lande,
I am a yerle callyd w_i_t_h_in my contrë;
Let all our men vppone a p_ar_ti stande,
and do the battell off the and of me.’
20
‘Nowe Crist_es_ cors on his crowne,’ sayd the lorde P_er_së,
‘who-so-euer _the_r-to says nay!
Be my troth, doughttë Doglas,’ he says,
‘thow shalt neu_er_ se that day.
21
‘Nethar in Ynglonde, Skottlonde, nar France,
nor for no man of a woman born,
But, and fortune be my chance,
I dar met him, on man for on.’
22
Then bespayke a squyar off Northombarlonde,
R_i_c_hard_ Wytharyngton was him nam;
‘It shall neu_er_ be told in Sothe-Ynglonde,’ he says,
‘to Kyng Herry _th_e Fourth for sham.
23
‘I wat youe byn great lord_ës_ twaw,
I am a poor squyar of lande;
I wyll_e_ neu_er_ se my captayne fyght on a fylde,
and stande my selffe and loocke on,
But whyll_e_ I may my weppone welde,
I wyll_e_ not [fayle] both hart and hande.’
24
That day, _tha_t day, _tha_t dredfull day!
_th_e first fit here I fynde;
And youe wyll here any mor a the hountynge a the Chyviat,
yet ys _the_r mor behynd_e_.
25
The Yngglyshe men hade ther bowys yebent,
_th_er hartes wer good yenoughe;
The first off arros that the shote off,
seven skore spear-men the sloughe.
26
Yet byddys the yerle Doglas vppon _th_e bent,
a captayne good yenoughe,
And that was sene verament,
for he wrought ho_m_ both woo and wouche.
27
The Dogglas p_ar_tyd his ost in thre,
lyk a cheffe cheften off pryde;
With suar spears off myghttë tre,
the cu_m_ in on eu_er_y syde;
28
Thrughe our Yngglyshe archery
gave many a wounde full_e_ wyde;
Many a doughetë the garde to dy,
which ganyde them no pryde.
29
The Ynglyshe men let ther boÿs be,
and pulde owt brand_es_ _tha_t wer brighte;
It was a hevy syght to se
bryght sword_es_ on basnit_es_ lyght.
30
Thorowe ryche male and myneyeple,
many sterne the strocke done streght;
Many a freyke that was full_e_ fre,
ther vndar foot dyd lyght.
31
At last the Duglas and the P_er_së met,
lyk to captayns of myght and of mayne;
The swapte togethar tyll_e_ the both swat,
w_i_t_h_ swordes that wear of fyn myllan.
32
Thes worthë freckys for to fyght,
_the_r-to _th_e wear full_e_ fayne,
Tyll_e_ the bloode owte off thear basnet_es_ sprente,
as eu_er_ dyd heal or ra[y]n.
33
‘Yelde the, P_er_së,’ sayde the Doglas,
‘and i feth I shall_e_ the brynge
Wher thowe shalte haue a yerls wagis
of Jamy our Skottish kynge.
34
‘Thoue shalte haue thy ransom fre,
I hight the hear this thinge;
For the manfullyste man yet art thowe
that eu_er_ I conqueryd in filde fighttyng_e_.’
35
‘Nay,’ sayd the lord P_er_së,
‘I tolde it the beforne,
That I wolde neu_er_ yeldyde be
to no man of a woman born.’
36
W_i_t_h_ that ther cam an arrowe hastely,
forthe off a myghttë wane;
Hit hathe strekene the yerle Duglas
in at the brest-bane.
37
Thorowe lyvar and long_ës_ bathe
the sharpe arrowe ys gane,
_Tha_t neu_er_ aft_er_ in all his lyffe-days
he spayke mo word_ës_ but ane:
_Tha_t was, Fyghte ye, my myrry men, whyllys ye may,
for my lyff-days ben gan.
38
The P_er_së leanyde on his brande,
and sawe _th_e Duglas de;
He tooke the dede mane by the hande,
and sayd, Wo ys me for the!
39
‘To haue savyde thy lyffe, I wolde haue p_ar_tyde w_i_t_h_
my land_es_ for years thre,
For a bett_er_ man, of hart nare of hande,
was nat in all _th_e north contrë.’
40
Off all that se a Skottishe knyght,
was callyd S_er_ Hewe the Monggo_m_byrry;
He sawe the Duglas to the deth was dyght,
he spendyd a spear, a trusti tre.
41
He rod vppone a corsiare
throughe a hondrith archery:
He neu_er_ stynttyde, nar neu_er_ blane,
tyll_e_ he cam to _th_e good lord P_er_së.
42
He set vppone the lorde P_er_së
a dynte that was full soare;
With a suar spear of a myghttë tre
clean thorow the body he _th_e P_er_së ber,
43
A the tothar syde that a man myght se
a large cloth-yard and mare:
Towe bettar captayns wear nat in Cristiantë
then _tha_t day slan wear _th_er.
44
An archar off Northomb_er_londe
say slean was _th_e lord Persë;
He bar a bende bowe in his hand,
was made off trusti tre.
45
An arow _tha_t a cloth-yarde was lang
to th_e_ harde stele halyde he;
A dynt _tha_t was both sad and soar
he sat on S_er_ Hewe _th_e Monggo_m_byrry.
46
_Th_e dynt yt was both sad and sar
_tha_t he of Monggo_m_berry sete;
_Th_e swane-fethars _tha_t his arrowe bar
w_i_t_h_ his hart-blood _th_e wear wete.
47
Ther was neu_er_ a freake wone foot wolde fle,
but still in stour dyd stand,
Heawyng on yche othar, whyll_e_ the myghte dre,
w_i_t_h_ many a balfull brande.
48
This battell begane in Chyviat
an owar befor the none,
And when even-songe bell was rang,
the battell was nat half done.
49
The tocke . . on ethar hande
be the lyght off the mone;
Many hade no strenght for to stande,
in Chyviat _th_e hillys abon.
50
Of fifteen hondrith archars of Ynglonde
went away but seuenti and thre;
Of twenti hondrith spear-men of Skotlonde,
but even five and fifti.
51
But all wear slayne Cheviat w_i_t_h_in;
_th_e hade no streng[th]e to stand on hy;
The chylde may rue that ys unborne,
it was _th_e mor pittë.
52
Thear was slayne, withe the lord P_er_së,
S_er_ Joh_a_n of Ag_er_stone,
S_er_ Rogar, the hinde Hartly,
S_er_ Wyllyam, the bolde Hearone.
53
Ser Jorg, the worthë Lou_m_le,
a knyghte of great renowen,
Ser Raff, the ryche Rugbe,
with dynt_es_ wear beaten dowene.
54
For Wetharryngton my harte was wo,
_tha_t eu_er_ he slayne shulde be;
For when both his leggis wear hewyne in to,
yet he knyled and fought on hys kny.
55
Ther was slayne, w_i_t_h_ _th_e dougheti Duglas,
S_er_ Hewe the Monggo_m_byrry,
S_er_ Dauy Lwdale, _tha_t worthë was,
his sistars son was he.
56
S_er_ Charls a Murrë in that place,
_tha_t neu_er_ a foot wolde fle;
S_er_ Hewe Maxwell_e_, a lorde he was,
w_i_t_h_ _th_e Doglas dyd he dey.
57
So on the morrowe the mayde them byears
off birch and hasell so g[r]ay;
Many wedous, w_i_t_h_ wepyng tears,
cam to fache _the_r makys away.
58
Tivydale may carpe off care,
Northo_m_barlond may mayk great mon,
For towe such captayns as slayne wear thear
on the March-pa_r_ti shall neu_er_ be non.
59
Word ys co_m_men to Eddenburrowe,
to Jamy _th_e Skottishe kynge,
That dougheti Duglas, lyff-tenant of the M_ar_ches,
he lay slean Chyviot w_i_t_h_in.
60
His handdës dyd he weal and wryng,
he sayd, Alas, and woe ys me!
Such an othar captayn Skotland w_i_t_h_in,
he sayd, ye-feth shuld neu_er_ be.
61
Worde ys co_m_myn to lovly Londone,
till the fourth Harry our kynge,
_Tha_t lord P_er_së, leyff-tenante of the M_ar_chis,
he lay slayne Chyviat w_i_t_h_in.
62
‘God haue m_er_ci on his soll_e_,’ sayde Kyng Harry,
‘good lord, yf thy will it be!
I haue a hondrith captayns in Ynglonde,’ he sayd,
’as good as eu_er_ was he:
But, P_er_së, and I brook my lyffe,
thy deth well quyte shall be.’
63
As our noble kynge mayd his avowe,
lyke a noble prince of renowen,
For the deth of the lord P_er_së
he dyde the battell of Ho_m_byll-down;
64
Wher syx and thrittë Skottishe knyght_es_
on a day wear beaten down;
Glendale glytteryde on ther armor bryght,
ov_er_ castill_e_, towar, and town.
65
This was the hontynge off the Cheviat,
that tear begane this spurn;
Old men that knowen the grownde well yenoughe
call it _th_e battell of Ott_er_burn.
66
At Ott_er_burn begane this spurne,
vppone a Monnynday;
Ther was the doughtë Doglas slean,
_th_e P_er_së neu_er_ went away.
67
Ther was neu_er_ a tym on the Marche-p_ar_tës
sen _th_e Doglas and _th_e P_er_së met,
But yt ys m_er_vele and the rede blude ro_n_ne not,
as the reane doys in _th_e stret.
68
Ihesue Crist our balys bete,
and to the blys vs brynge!
Thus was the hountynge of the Chivyat:
God send vs all_e_ good endyng!
B
#a.# Percy MS., p. 188, Hales and Furnivall, II, 7. #b.# Pepys
Ballads, I, 92, No 45, broadside printed for M. G. #c.# Douce
Ballads, fol. 27^b, and Roxburghe Ballads, III, 66, broadside
printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, and J. Wright. #d.# Wood’s Ballads,
401, 48, broadside printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, and W. Gilbertson.
#e.# Bagford Ballads, I, No 32, broadside printed by and for W.
Onley. #f.# A Scottish copy, without printer.
1
God prosper long our noble k_ing_,
our liffes and saftyes all!
A woefull hunting once there did
in Cheuy Chase befall.
2
To dr_i_ue the deere w_i_th hound and horne
Erle Pearcy took the way:
The child may rue _tha_t is vnborne
the hunting of _tha_t day!
3
The stout Erle of Northumberland
a vow to God did make
His pleasure in the Scottish woods
three som_m_ers days to take,
4
The cheefest harts in Cheuy C[h]ase
to kill and beare away:
These tydings to Erle Douglas came
in Scottland, where he lay.
5
Who sent Erle Pearcy p_re_sent word
he wold p_re_vent his sport;
The English erle, not fearing that,
did to the woods resort,
6
W_i_th fifteen hundred bowmen bold,
all chosen men of might,
Who knew ffull well in time of neede
to ayme their shafts arright.
7
The gallant greyhound[s] swiftly ran
to chase the fallow deere;
On Munday they began to hunt,
ere daylight did appeare.
8
And long before high noone the had
a hundred fat buckes slaine;
Then hauing dined, the drouyers went
to rouze the deare againe.
9
The bowmen mustered on the hills,
well able to endure;
Theire backsids all w_i_th speciall care
_tha_t day were guarded sure.
10
The hounds ran swiftly through the woods
the nimble deere to take,
_Tha_t w_i_th their cryes the hills and dales
an eccho shrill did make.
11
Lord Pearcy to the querry went
to veiw the tender deere;
Q_uo_th he, Erle Douglas p_ro_mised once
this day to meete me heere;
12
But if I thought he wold not come,
noe longer wold I stay.
W_i_th _tha_t a braue younge gentlman
thus to the erle did say:
13
‘Loe, yonder doth Erle Douglas come,
hys men in armour bright;
Full twenty hundred Scottish speres
all marching in our sight.
14
‘All men of pleasant Tiuydale,
fast by the riuer Tweede:’
‘O ceaze yo_u_r sportts!’ Erle Pearcy said,
‘and take yo_u_r bowes w_i_th speede.
15
‘And now w_i_th me, my countrymen,
yo_u_r courage forth advance!
For there was neuer champion yett,
in Scottland nor in Ffrance,
16
‘_Tha_t eu_er_ did on horsbacke come,
[but], and if my hap it were,
I durst encounter man for man,
w_i_th him to breake a spere.’
17
Erle Douglas on his milke-white steede,
most like a baron bold,
Rode formost of his company,
whose armor shone like gold.
18
‘Shew me,’ sayd hee, ‘whose men you bee
_tha_t hunt soe boldly heere,
_Tha_t w_i_thout my consent doe chase
and kill my fallow deere.’
19
The first man _tha_t did answer make
was noble Pearcy hee,
Who sayd, Wee list not to declare
nor shew whose men wee bee;
20
‘Yett wee will spend our deerest blood
thy cheefest harts to slay.’
Then Douglas swore a solempne oathe,
and thus in rage did say:
21
‘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.
22
‘But trust me, Pearcye, pittye it were,
and great offence, to kill
Then any of these our guiltlesse men,
for they haue done none ill.
23
‘Let thou and I the battell trye,
and set our men aside:’
‘Accurst bee [he!]’ Erle Pearcye sayd,
‘by whome it is denyed.’
24
Then stept a gallant squire forth—
Witherington was his name—
Who said, ‘I wold not haue it told
to Henery our k_ing_, for shame,
25
‘_Tha_t ere my captaine fought on foote,
and I stand looking on.
You bee two Erles,’ q_uo_th Witheringhton,
and I a squier alone;
26
‘I’le doe the best _tha_t doe I may,
while I haue power to stand;
While I haue power to weeld my sword,
I’le fight w_i_th hart and hand.’
27
Our English archers bent their bowes;
their harts were good and trew;
Att the first flight of arrowes sent,
full foure score Scotts the slew.
28
To driue the deere w_i_th hound and horne,
Dauglas bade on the bent;
Two captaines moued w_i_th mickle might,
their speres to shiuers went.
29
They closed full fast on eu_er_ye side,
noe slacknes there was found,
But many a gallant gentleman
lay gasping on the ground.
30
O Christ! it was great greeue to see
how eche man chose his spere,
And how the blood out of their brests
did gush like water cleare.
31
At last these two stout erles did meet,
like captaines of great might;
Like lyons woode they layd on lode;
the made a cruell fight.
32
The fought vntill they both did sweat,
w_i_th swords of tempered steele,
Till blood downe their cheekes like raine
the trickling downe did feele.
33
‘O yeeld thee, Pearcye!’ Douglas sayd,
‘and in faith I will thee bringe
Where thou shall high advanced bee
by Iames our Scottish k_ing_.
34
‘Thy ransome I will freely giue,
and this report of thee,
Thou art the most couragious k_nigh_t
[that ever I did see.]’
35
‘Noe, Douglas!’ q_uo_th Erle Percy then,
‘thy p_ro_fer I doe scorne;
I will not yeelde to any Scott
_tha_t eu_er_ yett was borne!’
36
W_i_th _tha_t there came an arrow keene,
out of an English bow,
Which stroke Erle Douglas on the brest
a deepe and deadlye blow.
37
Who neu_er_ sayd more words then these:
Fight on, my merry men all!
For why, my life is att [an] end,
lo_rd_ Pearcy sees my fall.
38
Then leauing liffe, Erle Pearcy tooke
the dead man by the hand;
Who said, ‘Erle Dowglas, for thy life,
wold I had lost my land!
39
‘O Christ! my verry hart doth bleed
for sorrow for thy sake,
For sure, a more redoubted k_nigh_t
mischance cold neu_er_ take.’
40
A k_nigh_t amongst the Scotts there was
w_hi_ch saw Erle Douglas dye,
Who streight in hart did vow revenge
vpon the Lord Pearcye.
41
S_i_r Hugh Mountgomerye was he called,
who, w_i_th a spere full bright,
Well mounted on a gallant steed,
ran feircly through the fight,
42
And past the English archers all,
w_i_thout all dread or feare,
And through Erle Percyes body then
he thrust his hatfull spere.
43
W_i_th such a vehement force and might
his body he did gore,
The staff ran through the other side
a large cloth-yard and more.
44
Thus did both those nobles dye,
whose courage none cold staine;
An English archer then p_er_ceiued
the noble erle was slaine.
45
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.
46
Against S_i_r Hugh Mountgomerye
his shaft full right he sett;
The grey-goose-winge _tha_t was there-on
in his harts bloode was wett.
47
This fight from breake of day did last
till setting of the sun,
For when the rung the euening-bell
the battele scarse was done.
48
W_i_th stout Erle Percy there was slaine
S_i_r Iohn of Egerton,
S_i_r Rob_er_t Harcliffe and S_i_r William,
S_i_r Iames, that bold barron.
49
And with S_i_r George and S_i_r Iames,
both k_nigh_ts of good account,
Good S_i_r Raphe Rebbye there was slaine,
whose prowesse did surmount.
50
For Witherington needs must I wayle
as one in dolefull dumpes,
For when his leggs were smitten of,
he fought vpon his stumpes.
51
And w_i_th Erle Dowglas there was slaine
S_i_r Hugh Mountgomerye,
And S_i_r Charles Morrell, _tha_t from feelde
one foote wold neu_er_ flee;
52
S_i_r Roger Heuer of Harcliffe tow,
his sisters sonne was hee;
S_i_r David Lambwell, well esteemed,
but saved he cold not bee.
53
And the Lo_rd_ Maxwell, in like case,
w_i_th Douglas he did dye;
Of twenty hundred Scottish speeres,
scarce fifty-fiue did flye.
54
Of fifteen hundred Englishmen
went home but fifty-three;
The rest in Cheuy Chase were slaine,
vnder the greenwoode tree.
55
Next day did many widdowes come
their husbands to bewayle;
They washt their wounds in brinish teares,
but all wold not p_re_vayle.
56
Theyr bodyes, bathed in purple blood,
the bore w_i_th them away;
They kist them dead a thousand times
ere the were cladd in clay.
57
The newes was brought to Eddenborrow,
where Scottlands k_ing_ did rayne,
_Tha_t braue Erle Douglas soddainlye
was w_i_th an arrow slaine.
58
‘O heauy newes!’ K_ing_ Iames can say;
‘Scottland may wittenesse bee
I haue not any capt_aine_ more
of such account as hee.’
59
Like tydings to K_ing_ Henery came,
w_i_thin as short a space,
_Tha_t Pearcy of Northumberland
was slaine in Cheuy Chase.
60
‘Now God be w_i_th him!’ said our k_ing_,
‘sith it will noe better bee;
I trust I haue within my realme
fiue hundred as good as hee.
61
‘Yett shall not Scotts nor Scottland say
but I will vengeance take,
And be revenged on them all
for braue Erle Percyes sake.’
62
This vow the k_ing_ did well p_er_forme
after on Humble-downe;
In one day fifty k_nigh_ts were slayne,
w_i_th lords of great renowne.
63
And of the rest, of small account,
did many hundreds dye:
Thus endeth the hunting in Cheuy Chase,
made by the Erle Pearcye.
64
God saue our k_ing_, and blesse this land
w_i_th plentye, ioy, and peace,
And grant hencforth _tha_t foule debate
twixt noble men may ceaze!
* * * * *
#A.#
_Without division of stanzas, and in long lines, in the MS., and
so printed by Hearne, Wright, and Skeat._
“The MS. is a mere scribble, and the spelling very
unsatisfactory:” Skeat.
1^2. and A vowe: _for_ avowe, _see_ 63^1.
1^4. days iij.
3^2. xv. C archard_es_.
3^4. iij.
5^1. 30^1, 37^1. throrowe.
7^1. _The_r: _cf._ 4^1.
8^1. mot.
10^3. war ath the.
11^1. brylly and.
12^1. xx. C.
22^4. Herry _th_e iiij..
24^3. mor athe: athe chyviat.
27^1. in iii..
36^1. A narrowe.
39^2. years iij..
43^1. athe.
44^1. A narchar.
45^2. haylde.
48^2. A nowar.
50^1. xvC.
50^2. vij^x.
50^3. xxC.
60^3. A-nothar.
61^2. the iiij..
61^3. cheyff tenante.
62^3. a C..
68^1. ballys.
And _for_ & _always_.
Expliceth quoth Rychard Sheale.
#B. a.#
1^3. there was.
3^4. 3.
6^1. 1500.
8^1. a 100.
9^4. _tha_t they.
13^3. 20.
14^1. pleasant men of.
25^3. 2.
27^1. bend.
28^3, 31^1. 2.
31^3. Lyons moods.
36^3. who scorke Erle.
38^3. thy sake; _but compare_ #A# 41^1. #b#, #c#, _have_ life;
sake _was caught from_ 39^2.
41. 2^d parte.
43^2. _tha_t his body.
48^1. slaine. _There is a dot for the_ i, _but nothing more in the
MS.: Furnivall_.
49^3. & good.
50^2. in too full; _perhaps_ wofull.
53^3. 20.
53^4. 55.
54^1. 1500.
54^2. 53.
55^3. They washt they.
56^3. a 1000.
59^1. in Cheuy chase was slaine.
60^4. 500.
62^3. 50.
And _always for_ &.
#b#, #c#, #d#, #e#.
#b#, #c#, #d# (_and I suppose_ #e#), _in stanzas of eight lines_.
#b.#
A memorable song vpon the vnhappy hunting in Cheuy Chase betweene
the Earle Pearcy of England and Earle Dowglas of Scotland. To
the tune of Flying Fame.
London, Printed for M. G. _Error for_ H. G.? Henry Gosson
(1607–41).
#c.#
A Memorable song on the unhappy Hunting in Chevy-Chase between
Earl Piercy of England and Earl Dowglas of Scotland. Tune of
Flying Fame.
Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere and J. Wright. (1655–80?)
#d.#
_Title as in_ #c#. To the tune, etc.
Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere and W. Gilbertson. (1648–61?)
#e.#
An Unhappy Memorable Song of the Hunting; _the rest as in_ #d#.
Licensd and Enterd according to Order.
London, Priented by and for W. Onley, and are to be sold by C.
Bates, at the Sun and Bible in Pye-corner, (1650–1702?)
1^3. #d.# The woful.
1^4. there did.
2^2. his way.
4^3. #e.# The tidings.
5^3. fearing this.
7^1. gray-hounds.
7^4. when day light.
8^2. #b#, #c#, #d#. an.
8^4. #c#, #d#, #e#. rouze them up.
9^3. #d.# The.
9^4. that day.
10^3. #c#, #d#, #e#. And with.
11^3. #c#, #d#, #e#. once _wanting_.
12^1. #e.# If that I.
14^1. #b.# pleasant men of. #c#, #d#, #e#. men of pleasant.
14^3. Then cease your sport.
15^3. #c#, #d#, #e#. For never was their (there).
15^4. or in.
16^2. #b#, #c#. but if. #d.# but since.
16^3. #d.# I _wanting_.
17^1. #c#, #d#, #e#. on a.
17^3. #c#, #d#, #e#. of the.
18^1. #c#, #d#, #e#. he said.
19^1. The man that first.
19^4. #c#, #d#. now shew.
20^1. #b#, #c#, #d#. Yet will we.
22^3. #b#, #c#, #d#. Then _wanting_. #e.# And _for_ any. #c#, #e#.
harmless.
22^4. #c#, #d#, #e#. no ill.
23^3. be he. #c#, #d#, #e#. Lord P.
23^4. #c#, #d#, #e#. this is.