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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=346061" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Northumberland Betrayed by Douglas</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'How long shall fortune faile me nowe,<br>And harrowe me with fear and dread?<br>How long shall I in bale abide,<br>In misery my life to lead?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'To fall from my bliss, alas the while!<br>It was my sore and heavye lott:<br>And I must leave my native land,<br>And I must live a man forgot.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'One gentle Armstrong I doe ken,<br>A Scot he is, much bound to mee;<br>He dwelleth on the Border side,<br>To him I'll goe right privilie.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus did the noble Percy 'plaine,<br>With a heavy heart and wel-away,<br>When he with all his gallant men<br>On Bramham moor had lost the day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when he to the Armstrongs came,<br>They dealt with him all treacherouslye;<br>For they did strip that noble erle,<br>And ever an ill death may they dye!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">False Hector to Earl Murray sent,<br>To shew him where his guest did hide,<br>Who sent him to te Lough-leven,<br>With William Douglas to abide.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when he to the Douglas came,<br>He halched him right courteouslie;<br>Say'd, 'Welcome, welcome, noble earle,<br>Here thou shalt safelye bide with mee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When he had in Lough-leven been<br>Many a month and many a day,<br>To the regent the lord warden sent,<br>That banisht erle for to betray.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He offered him great store of gold,<br>And wrote a letter fair to see,<br>Saying, 'Good my Lord, grant me my boon,<br>And yield that banisht man to mee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Erle Percy at the supper sate,<br>With many a goodly gentleman;<br>The wylie Douglas then bespake,<br>And thus to flyte with him began.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'What makes you be so sad, my Lord,<br>And in your mind so sorrowfullye?<br>To-morrow a shootinge will bee held<br>Among the lords of the North countrye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The butts are sett, the shootinge's made,<br>And there will be great royaltye;<br>And I am sworne into my bille,<br>Thither to bring my Lord Percye.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I'll give thee my hand, thou gentle Douglas,<br>And here by my true faith,' quoth hee,<br>'If thou wilt ride to the worldes end<br>I will ryde in thy companye.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then bespake a lady faire,<br>Mary a Douglas was her name;<br>'You shall bide here, good English Lord,<br>My brother is a traiterous man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'He is a traitor stout and stronge,<br>As I tell you in privitie;<br>For he hath tane liverance of the erle<br>Into England nowe to 'liver thee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now nay, now nay, thou goodly lady,<br>The regent is a noble lord;<br>Ne for the gold in all England,<br>The Douglas wold not break his word.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'When the regent was a banisht man,<br>With me he did faire welcome find;<br>And whether weal or woe betide,<br>I still shall find him true and kind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Between England and Scotland it wold breake truce,<br>And friends againe they wold never bee,<br>If they shold 'liver a banisht erle,<br>Was driven out of his own countrie.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Alas! alas! my Lord,' she sayes,<br>'Nowe micke is their traitorie;<br>Then lett my brother ryde his wayes,<br>And tell those English lords from thee,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'How that you cannot with him ryde,<br>Because you are in an ile of the sea,<br>Then ere my brother come againe,<br>To Edenborrow castle Ile carry thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'To the Lord Hume I will thee bring;<br>He is well knowne a true Scots lord,<br>And he will lose both land and life,<br>Ere he with thee will break his word.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Much is my woe,' Lord Percy sayd,<br>'When I thinke on my own countrie,<br>When I thinke on the heavye happe <br>My friends have suffered there for mee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Much is my woe,' Lord Percy sayd,<br>'And sore those wars my minde distresse;<br>Where many a widow lost her mate,<br>And many a child was fatherlesse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And now that I, a banisht man,<br>Shold bring such evil happe with mee,<br>To cause my faire and noble friends <br>To be suspect of treacherie,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'This rives my heart with double woe; <br>And lever had I dye this day,<br>Than thinke a Douglas can be false,<br>Or ever he will his guest betray.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'If you'll give me no trust, my Lord,<br>Nor unto mee no credence yield,<br>Yet step one moment here aside,<br>Ile showe you all your foes in field.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Lady, I never loved witchcraft, <br>Never dealt in privy wyle;<br>But evermore held the high-waye<br>Of truth and honours, free from guile.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'If you'll not come yourselfe, my Lorde,<br>Yet send your chamberlaine with mee,<br>Let me but speak three words with him,<br>And he shall come again to thee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">James Swynard with that lady went,<br>She showed him through the weme of her ring<br>How many English lords there were<br>Waiting for his master and him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And who walkes yonder, my good lady,<br>So royallye on yonder greene?'<br>'O yonder is the Lord Hunsden:<br>Alas! he doe you drie and teene.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And who beth yonder, thou gay ladye,<br>That walkes so proudly him beside?'<br>'That is Sir William Drury,' shee sayd,<br>'A keene captaine hee is and tryde.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'How many miles is itt, madame,<br>Betwixt yond English lords and mee?'<br>'Marry it is thrice fifty miles,<br>To saile to them upon the sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I never was on English ground,<br>Ne never sawe it with mine eye,<br>But as my book it sheweth mee,<br>And through my ring I may descrye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'My mother shee was a witch ladye,<br>And of her skille she learned mee;<br>She wold let me see out of Lough-leven<br>What they did in London citie.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But who is yond, thou lady faire,<br>That looketh with sic an austerne face?'<br>'Yonder is Sir John Foster,' quoth shee,<br>'Alas! he'll do ye sore disgrace.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He pulled his hatt down over his browe;<br>He wept, in his heart he was full of woe;<br>And he is gone to his noble lord,<br>Those sorrowful tidings him to show.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now nay, now nay, good James Swynard,<br>I may not believe that witch ladie;<br>The Douglasses were ever true,<br>And they can ne'er prove false to mee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I have now in Lough-leven been<br>The most part of these years three,<br>Yett have I never had noe outrake,<br>Ne no good games that I cold see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Therefore I'll to yond shooting wend,<br>As to the Douglas I have hight:<br>Betide me weale, betide me woe,<br>He ne'er shall find my promise light.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He writhe a gold ring from his finger,<br>And gave itt to that gay ladie:<br>Sayes, 'It was all that I cold save,<br>In Harley woods where I cold bee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And wilt thou goe, thou noble Lord?<br>Then farewell truth and honestie,<br>And farewell heart, and farewell hand,<br>For never more I shall thee see.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wind was faire, the boatmen call'd,<br>And all the saylors were on borde;<br>Then William Douglas took to his boat,<br>And with him went that noble lord.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then he cast up a silver wand,<br>Says, 'Gentle lady, fare thee well!'<br>The lady fett a sigh soe deep,<br>And in a dead swoone down shee fell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now let us goe back, Douglas,' he sayd,<br>'A sickness hath taken yond faire ladie;<br>If ought befall yond lady but good,<br>Then blamed for ever I shall bee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Come on, come on, my Lord,' he sayes,<br>'Come on, come on, and let her bee;<br>There's ladyes enow in Lough-leven<br>For to cheere that gay ladie.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'If you'll not turne yourself, my Lord,<br>Let me goe with my chamberlaine;<br>We will but comfort that faire lady <br>And wee will return to you againe.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Come on, come on, my Lord,' he sayes,<br>'Come on, come on, and let her bee;<br>My sister is craftye, and wold beguile<br>A thousand such as you and mee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When they had sayled fifty myle,<br>Now fifty mile upon the sea,<br>Hee snt his man to ask the Douglas,<br>When they shold that shooting see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Faire words,' quoth he, 'they make fooles faine,<br>And that by thee and thy lord is seen;<br>You may hap to think itt soon enough,<br>Ere you that shooting reach, I ween.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Jamye his hatt pulled over his browe,<br>He thought his lord then was betray'd;<br>And he is to Erle Percy againe,<br>To tell him what the Douglas sayd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Hold upp thy head, man,' quoth his lord,<br>'Nor therefore lett thy courage fayle;<br>He did it but to prove thy heart,<br>To see if he cold make it quail.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When they had other fifty sayld,<br>Other fifty mile upon the sea,<br>Lord Percy called to Douglas himselfe,<br>Sayd, 'What wilt thou nowe doe with mee?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Looke that your brydle be wight, my Lord,<br>And your horse goe swift as shipp att sea;<br>Looke that your spurres be bright and sharpe,<br>That you may pricke her while she'll away.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'What needeth this, Douglas?' he sayth;<br>'What needest thou to flyte with mee?<br>For I was counted a horseman good <br>Before that ever I mett with thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'A false Hector hath my horse,<br>Who dealt with mee so treacherouslie;<br>A false Armstrong he hath my spurres,<br>And all the geere belongs to mee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When they had sayled other fifty mile,<br>Other fifty mile upon the sea,<br>They landed low by Berwicke side,<br>A deputed 'laird' landed Lord Percye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then he at Yorke was doomde to dye,<br>It was, alas! a sorrowful sight;<br>Thus they betrayed that noble earle,<br>Who ever was a gallant wight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anonymous+Olde+English">Anonymous Olde English</a><div class=q>
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