XIII.LADY ANNE BOTHWELL'S LAMENT.

The merchant sett my lorde a glasseSoe well apparent in his sight,And on the morrowe, by nine of the clocke,He shewed him Sir Andrewe Barton knight.His hachebord it was 'gilt' with gold,[593]5Soe deerlye dight it dazzled the ee:Nowe by my faith, lord Howarde sais,This is a gallant sight to see.Take in your ancyents,[594]standards eke,So close that no man may them see;10And put me forth a white willowe wand,As merchants use to sayle the sea.But they stirred neither top, nor mast;[595]Stoutly they past Sir Andrew by.What English churles are yonder, he sayd,15That can soe litle curtesye?Now by the roode, three yeares and moreI have beene admirall over the sea;And never an English nor PortingallWithout my leave can passe this way.20Then called he forth his stout pinnàce;"Fetch backe yond pedlars nowe to mee:I sweare by the masse, yon English churlesShall all hang att my maine-mast tree."With that the pinnace itt shott off,25Full well lord Howard might it ken;For itt stroke down my lord's fore mast,And killed fourteen of his men.Come hither, Simon, sayes my lord,Looke that thy word be true, thou said;30For at my maine-mast thou shalt hang,If thou misse thy marke one shilling bread.Simon was old, but his heart itt was bold.His ordinance he laid right lowe;He put in chaine full nine yardes long,[596]35With other great shott lesse, and moe;And he lette goe his great gunnes shott;Soe well he settled itt with his ee,The first sight that Sir Andrew sawe,He see his pinnace sunke in the sea.40And when he saw his pinnace sunke,Lord, how his heart with rage did swell!"Nowe cutt my ropes, itt is time to be gon;Ile fetch yond pedlars backe mysell."When my Lord sawe Sir Andrewe loose,45Within his heart hee was full faine:"Nowe spread your ancyents, strike up drummes,Sound all your trumpetts out amaine."Fight on, my men, Sir Andrewe sais,Weale howsoever this geere will sway;50Itt is my lord admirall of Englànd,Is come to seeke mee on the sea.Simon had a sonne, who shott right well,That did Sir Andrewe mickle scare;In att his decke he gave a shott,55Killed threescore of his men of warre.Then Henrye Hunt with rigour hottCame bravely on the other side,Soone he drove downe his fore-mast tree,And killed fourscore men beside.60Nowe, out alas! Sir Andrewe cryed,What may a man now thinke, or say?Yonder merchant theefe, that pierceth mee,He was my prisoner yesterday.Come hither to me, thou Gordon good,65That aye wast readye att my call;I will give thee three hundred markes,[597]If thou wilt let my beames downe fall.Lord Howard hee then calld in haste,"Horseley see thou be true in stead;70For thou shalt at the maine-mast hang,If thou misse twelvescore one penny bread."Then Gordon swarved[598]the maine-mast tree,He swarved it with might and maine;But Horseley with a bearing arrowe,[599]75Stroke the Gordon through the braine;And he fell unto the haches again,And sore his deadlye wounde did bleed:Then word went through Sir Andrews men,How that the Gordon hee was dead.80Come hither to mee, James Hambilton,Thou art my only sisters sonne,If thou wilt let my beames downe fall,Six hundred nobles thou hast wonne.With that he swarved the maine-mast tree,85He swarved it with nimble art;But Horseley with a broad arròwePierced the Hambilton through the heart:And downe he fell upon the deck,That with his blood did streame amaine:90Then every Scott cryed, Well-away!Alas a comelye youth is slaine!All woe begone was Sir Andrew then,With griefe and rage his heart did swell:"Go fetch me forth my armour of proofe,95For I will to the topcastle mysell."Goe fetch me forth my armour of proofe;That gilded is with gold soe cleare:God be with my brother John of Barton!Against the Portingalls hee it ware;100And when he had on this armour of proofe,He was a gallant sight to see:Ah! nere didst thou meet with living wight,My deere brothèr, could cope with thee."Come hither Horseley, sayes my lord,105And looke your shaft that itt goe right,Shoot a good shoote in time of need,And for it thou shalt be made a knight.Ile shoot my best, quoth Horseley then,Your honour shall see, with might and maine;110But if I were hanged at your maine-mast,I have now left but arrowes twaine.Sir Andrew he did swarve the tree,With right good will he swarved then:Upon his breast did Horseley hitt,115But the arrow bounded back agen.Then Horseley spyed a privye placeWith a perfect eye in a secrette part;Under the spole[600]of his right armeHe smote Sir Andrew to the heart.120"Fight on, my men, Sir Andrew sayes,A little Ime hurt, but yett not slaine;Ile but lye downe and bleede a while,And then Ile rise and fight againe.Fight on, my men, Sir Andrew sayes,125And never flinche before the foe;And stand fast by St. Andrewes crosseUntill you heare my whistle blowe."[601]They never heard his whistle blow,——Which made their hearts waxe sore adread:130Then Horseley sayd, Aboard, my lord,For well I wott Sir Andrew's dead.They boarded then his noble shipp,They boarded it with might and maine;Eighteen score Scots alive they found,135The rest were either maimed or slaine.Lord Howard tooke a sword in hand,And off he smote Sir Andrewes head;"I must have left England many a daye,If thou wert alive as thou art dead."140He caused his body to be castOver the hatchbord into the sea,And about his middle three hundred crownes:"Wherever thou land this will bury thee."Thus from the warres lord Howard came,145And backe he sayled ore the maine,With mickle joy and triumphìngInto Thames mouth he came againe.Lord Howard then a letter wrote,And sealed it with seale and ring;150"Such a noble prize have I brought to your grace,As never did subject to a king."Sir Andrewes shipp I bring with mee;A braver shipp was never none:Nowe hath your grace two shipps of warr,155Before in England was but one."King Henryes grace with royall cheereWelcomed the noble Howard home,And where, said he, is this rover stout,That I myselfe may give the doome?160"The rover, he is safe, my leige,Full many a fadom in the sea;If he were alive as he is dead,I must have left England many a day:And your grace may thank four men i' the ship165For the victory wee have wonne,These are William Horseley, Henry Hunt,And Peter Simon, and his sonne."To Henry Hunt, the king then sayd,In lieu of what was from thee tane,170A noble a day now thou shalt have,Sir Andrewes jewels and his chayne.And Horseley thou shalt be a knight,And lands and livings shalt have store;Howard shall be erle Surrye hight,[602]175As Howards erst have beene before.[602]Nowe, Peter Simon, thou art old,I will maintaine thee and thy sonne:And the men shall have five hundred markesFor the good service they have done.180Then in came the queene with ladyes fairTo see Sir Andrewe Barton knight:They weend that hee were brought on shore,And thought to have seen a gallant sight.But when they see his deadlye face,185And eyes soe hollow in his head,I wold give, quoth the king, a thousand markes,This man were alive as hee is dead:Yett for the manfull part hee playd,Which fought soe well with heart and hand,190His men shall have twelvepence a day,Till they come to my brother kings high land.

Take in your ancyents,[594]standards eke,So close that no man may them see;10And put me forth a white willowe wand,As merchants use to sayle the sea.But they stirred neither top, nor mast;[595]Stoutly they past Sir Andrew by.What English churles are yonder, he sayd,15That can soe litle curtesye?

Now by the roode, three yeares and moreI have beene admirall over the sea;And never an English nor PortingallWithout my leave can passe this way.20Then called he forth his stout pinnàce;"Fetch backe yond pedlars nowe to mee:I sweare by the masse, yon English churlesShall all hang att my maine-mast tree."

With that the pinnace itt shott off,25Full well lord Howard might it ken;For itt stroke down my lord's fore mast,And killed fourteen of his men.Come hither, Simon, sayes my lord,Looke that thy word be true, thou said;30For at my maine-mast thou shalt hang,If thou misse thy marke one shilling bread.

Simon was old, but his heart itt was bold.His ordinance he laid right lowe;He put in chaine full nine yardes long,[596]35With other great shott lesse, and moe;And he lette goe his great gunnes shott;Soe well he settled itt with his ee,The first sight that Sir Andrew sawe,He see his pinnace sunke in the sea.40

And when he saw his pinnace sunke,Lord, how his heart with rage did swell!"Nowe cutt my ropes, itt is time to be gon;Ile fetch yond pedlars backe mysell."When my Lord sawe Sir Andrewe loose,45Within his heart hee was full faine:"Nowe spread your ancyents, strike up drummes,Sound all your trumpetts out amaine."

Fight on, my men, Sir Andrewe sais,Weale howsoever this geere will sway;50Itt is my lord admirall of Englànd,Is come to seeke mee on the sea.Simon had a sonne, who shott right well,That did Sir Andrewe mickle scare;In att his decke he gave a shott,55Killed threescore of his men of warre.

Then Henrye Hunt with rigour hottCame bravely on the other side,Soone he drove downe his fore-mast tree,And killed fourscore men beside.60Nowe, out alas! Sir Andrewe cryed,What may a man now thinke, or say?Yonder merchant theefe, that pierceth mee,He was my prisoner yesterday.

Come hither to me, thou Gordon good,65That aye wast readye att my call;I will give thee three hundred markes,[597]If thou wilt let my beames downe fall.Lord Howard hee then calld in haste,"Horseley see thou be true in stead;70For thou shalt at the maine-mast hang,If thou misse twelvescore one penny bread."

Then Gordon swarved[598]the maine-mast tree,He swarved it with might and maine;But Horseley with a bearing arrowe,[599]75Stroke the Gordon through the braine;And he fell unto the haches again,And sore his deadlye wounde did bleed:Then word went through Sir Andrews men,How that the Gordon hee was dead.80

Come hither to mee, James Hambilton,Thou art my only sisters sonne,If thou wilt let my beames downe fall,Six hundred nobles thou hast wonne.With that he swarved the maine-mast tree,85He swarved it with nimble art;But Horseley with a broad arròwePierced the Hambilton through the heart:

And downe he fell upon the deck,That with his blood did streame amaine:90Then every Scott cryed, Well-away!Alas a comelye youth is slaine!All woe begone was Sir Andrew then,With griefe and rage his heart did swell:"Go fetch me forth my armour of proofe,95For I will to the topcastle mysell.

"Goe fetch me forth my armour of proofe;That gilded is with gold soe cleare:God be with my brother John of Barton!Against the Portingalls hee it ware;100And when he had on this armour of proofe,He was a gallant sight to see:Ah! nere didst thou meet with living wight,My deere brothèr, could cope with thee."

Come hither Horseley, sayes my lord,105And looke your shaft that itt goe right,Shoot a good shoote in time of need,And for it thou shalt be made a knight.Ile shoot my best, quoth Horseley then,Your honour shall see, with might and maine;110But if I were hanged at your maine-mast,I have now left but arrowes twaine.

Sir Andrew he did swarve the tree,With right good will he swarved then:Upon his breast did Horseley hitt,115But the arrow bounded back agen.Then Horseley spyed a privye placeWith a perfect eye in a secrette part;Under the spole[600]of his right armeHe smote Sir Andrew to the heart.120

"Fight on, my men, Sir Andrew sayes,A little Ime hurt, but yett not slaine;Ile but lye downe and bleede a while,And then Ile rise and fight againe.Fight on, my men, Sir Andrew sayes,125And never flinche before the foe;And stand fast by St. Andrewes crosseUntill you heare my whistle blowe."[601]

They never heard his whistle blow,——Which made their hearts waxe sore adread:130Then Horseley sayd, Aboard, my lord,For well I wott Sir Andrew's dead.They boarded then his noble shipp,They boarded it with might and maine;Eighteen score Scots alive they found,135The rest were either maimed or slaine.

Lord Howard tooke a sword in hand,And off he smote Sir Andrewes head;"I must have left England many a daye,If thou wert alive as thou art dead."140He caused his body to be castOver the hatchbord into the sea,And about his middle three hundred crownes:"Wherever thou land this will bury thee."

Thus from the warres lord Howard came,145And backe he sayled ore the maine,With mickle joy and triumphìngInto Thames mouth he came againe.Lord Howard then a letter wrote,And sealed it with seale and ring;150"Such a noble prize have I brought to your grace,As never did subject to a king.

"Sir Andrewes shipp I bring with mee;A braver shipp was never none:Nowe hath your grace two shipps of warr,155Before in England was but one."King Henryes grace with royall cheereWelcomed the noble Howard home,And where, said he, is this rover stout,That I myselfe may give the doome?160

"The rover, he is safe, my leige,Full many a fadom in the sea;If he were alive as he is dead,I must have left England many a day:And your grace may thank four men i' the ship165For the victory wee have wonne,These are William Horseley, Henry Hunt,And Peter Simon, and his sonne."

To Henry Hunt, the king then sayd,In lieu of what was from thee tane,170A noble a day now thou shalt have,Sir Andrewes jewels and his chayne.And Horseley thou shalt be a knight,And lands and livings shalt have store;Howard shall be erle Surrye hight,[602]175As Howards erst have beene before.[602]

Nowe, Peter Simon, thou art old,I will maintaine thee and thy sonne:And the men shall have five hundred markesFor the good service they have done.180Then in came the queene with ladyes fairTo see Sir Andrewe Barton knight:They weend that hee were brought on shore,And thought to have seen a gallant sight.

But when they see his deadlye face,185And eyes soe hollow in his head,I wold give, quoth the king, a thousand markes,This man were alive as hee is dead:Yett for the manfull part hee playd,Which fought soe well with heart and hand,190His men shall have twelvepence a day,Till they come to my brother kings high land.

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[Thefollowing version is reprinted from Hales and Furnivall's edition of the folio MS., vol. iii. p. 403:—

As: itt beffell in Mιdsumer timewhen burds singe sweetlye on euery tree,our noble King, King Henery the 8th,ouer the riuer of Thames past hee.4hee was no sooner ouer the riuer,downe in a fforrest to take the ayre,but 80 merchants of London cittyecame kneeling before King Henery there:8"O yee are welcome, rich merchants,[Good saylors, welcome unto me!"]they swore by the rood thé were saylers good,but rich merchants they cold not bee;12"to ffrance nor fflanders dare we nott passe,nor Burdeaux voyage wee dare not ffare,& all ffor a ffalse robber that lyes on the seas,& robb vs of our merchants ware."16King Henery was stout, & he turned him about,& swore by the Lord that was mickle of might,"I thought he had not beene in the world throughout,that durst haue wrought England such vnright."20but euer they sighed, and said—alas!—vnto King Harry this answere againe"he is a proud Scott that will robb vs allif wee were 20 shipps and hee but one."24The King looket ouer his left shoulder,amongst his Lords & Barrons soe ffree:"haue I neuer Lord in all my realmewill ffeitch yond traitor vnto mee?"28"yes, that dare I!" sayes my Lord Chareles Howard,neere to the King wheras hee did stand;"If that your grace will giue me leaue,my selfe wilbe the only man."32"thou shalt haue 600 men," saith our King,"& chuse them out of my realme soe ffree;besids Marriners and boyes,to guide the great shipp on the sea."36"Ile goe speake with Sir Andrew," sais Charles, my Lord Haward;"vpon the sea, if hee be there,I will bring him & his shipp to shore,or before my prince I will neuer come neere."40the ffirst of all my Lord did call,a noble gunner hee was one;this man was 60 yeeres and ten,& Peeter Simon was his name.44"Peeter," sais hee, "I must sayle to the seato seeke out an enemye; god be my speed!before all others I haue chosen thee;of a 100^{d}. guners thoust be my head."48"my Lord," sais hee," if you haue chosen meeof a 100d. gunners to be the head,hange me att your maine-mast treeif I misse my marke past 3 pence bread."52The next of all my Lord he did call,a noble bowman hee was one;In yorekeshire was this gentleman borne,& william Horsley was his name.56"Horsley," sayes hee, "I must sayle to the seato seeke out an enemye; god be my speede!before all others I haue chosen thee;of a 100 bowemen thoust be my head."60"My Lord," sais hee," if you haue chosen meeof a 100d. bowemen to be they head,hang me att your mainemast treeif I misse my marke past 12^{d}. bread."64with pikes, and gunnes, & bowemen bold,this Noble Howard is gone to the seaon the day before Midsummer euen,& out att Thames mouth sayled they.68They had not sayled dayes 3vpon their Iourney they tooke in hand,but there they mett with a Noble shipp,& stoutely made itt both stay & stand.72"thou must tell me thy name," sais Charles, my Lord Haward,"or who thou art, or ffrom whence thou came,yea, & where thy dwelling is,to whom & where thy shipp does belong."76"My name," sayes hee," is Henery Hunt,with a pure hart & a penitent mind;I and my shipp they doe belongvnto the New castle that stands vpon tine."80"Now thou must tell me, Harry Hunt,as thou hast sayled by day & by night,hast thou not heard of a stout robber?men calls him Sir Andrew Bartton, Knight."84but euer he sighed, & sayd, "alas!ffull well, my Lord, I know that wight!he robd me of my merchants ware,& I was his prisoner but yesternight.88"as I was sayling vppon the sea,& Burdeaux voyage as I did ffare,he Clasped me to his Archborde& robd me of all my merchants ware;92& I am a man both poore & bare,& euery man will haue his owne of me,& I am bound towards London to ffare,to complaine to my Prince Henerye."96"that shall not need," sais my Lord Haward;"if thou canst lett me this robber see,ffor euery peny he hath taken thee ffroe,thou shalt be rewarded a shilling," quoth hee.100"Now god ffore-fend," saies Henery Hunt,"my Lord, you shold worke soe ffarr amisse!god keepe you out of that Traitors hands!for you wott ffull litle what a man hee is.104"hee is brasse within, & steele without,& beanes hee beares in his Topcastle stronge;his shipp hath ordinance cleane round about;besids, my Lord, hee is verry well mand;108he hath a pinnace is deerlye dight,Saint Andrews crosse, that is his guide;his pinnace beares 9 score men & more,besids 15 cannons on euery side.112"if you were 20 shippes, & he but one,either in charke-bord or in hall,he wold ouercome you euerye one,& if his beanes they doe downe ffall."116"this is cold comfort," sais my Lord Haward,"to wellcome a stranger thus to the sea;He bring him & his shipp to shore,or else into Scottland hee shall carrye mee."120"then you must gett a noble gunner, my Lord,that can sett well with his eye& sinke his pinnace into the sea,& soone then ouercome will hee bee124& when that you haue done this,if you chance Sir Andrew for to bord,lett no man to his Topcastle goe;& I will giue you a glasse, my Lord,128"& then you need to fferae no Scott,whether you sayle by day or by night;& to-morrow by 7 of the clocke,you shall meete with Sir Andrew Bartton, Knight.132I was his prisoner but yester night,& he hath taken mee sworne;" quoth hee,"I trust my L[ord] god will me fforgiue& if that oath then broken bee.136"you must lend me sixe peeces, my Lord," quoth hee,"into my shipp to sayle the sea,& to-morrow by 9 of the clockeyour honour againe then will I see."140And the hache-bord where Sir Andrew Lay,is hached with gold deerlye dight:"now by my ffaith," sais Charles, my Lord Haward,"then yonder Scott is a worthye wight!"144{ Take in your ancyents & your standards,2d. parte { yea that no man shall them see,{ & put me fforth a white willow wand,{ as Merchants vse to sayle the sea.148But they stirred neither top nor mast,but Sir Andrew they passed by."whatt English are yonder," said Sir Andrew,"that can so litle curtesye?152"I haue beene Admirall ouer the seamore then these yeeres three;there is neuer an English dog, nor Portingall,can passe this way without leaue of mee.156But now yonder pedlers, they are past,which is no litle greffe to me:ffeich them backe," sayes Sir Andrew Bartton,"they shall all hang att my maine-mast tree."160with that they pinnace itt shott of,that my Lord Haward might itt well ken,itt strokes downe my Lords fforemast,& killed 14 of my Lord his men.164"come hither, Simon!" sayes my Lord Haward,"looke that thy words be true thou sayd;Ile hang thee att my maine-mast treeif thou misse thy marke past 12^d. bread."168Simon was old, but his hart itt was bold,hee tooke downe a peece, & layd itt ffull lowe;he put in chaine yeards 9,besids other great shott lesse and more.172with that hee lett his gun shott goe;soe well hee settled itt with his eye,the ffirst sight that Sir Andrew sawe,hee see his pinnace sunke in the sea.176when hee saw his pinace sunke,Lord! in his hart hee was not well:"cutt my ropes! itt is time to be gon!Ile goe ffeitch yond pedlers backe my selfe!"180when my Lord Haward saw Sir Andrew loose,lord! in his hart that hee was ffaine:"strike on your drummes, spread out your ancyents!sound out your trumpetts! sound out amaine!"184"ffight on, my men!" sais Sir Andrew Bartton;"weate, howsoeuer this geere will sway,itt is my Lord Admιrall of Englandis come to seeke mee on the sea."188Simon had a sonne, with shott of a gunn,—well Sir Andrew might itt Ken,—he shott itt in att a priuye place,& killed 60 more of Sir Andrews men.192Harry Hunt came in att the other syde,& att Sir Andrew hee shott then,he droue downe his fformost tree,& killed 80 more of Sir Andirwes men.196"I haue done a good turne," sayes Harry Hunt,"Sir Andrew is not our Kings ffreind;he hoped to haue vndone me yesternight,but I hope I haue quitt him well in the end."200"Euer alas!" sayd Sir Andrew Barton,"what shold a man either thinke or say?yonder ffalse theeffe is my strongest Enemye,who was my prisoner but yesterday.204come hither to me, thou Gourden good,& be thou readye att my call,& I will giue thee 300li.if thou wilt lett my beanes downe ffall."208with that hee swarned the maine-mast tree,soe did he itt with might and maine:Horseley with a bearing arrowstroke the Gourden through the braine,212And he ffell into the haches againe,& sore of this wound that he did bleed.then word went throug Sir Andrews men,that they Gourden hee was dead.216"come hither to me, Iames Hambliton,—thou art my sisters sonne, I haue no more,—I will giue [thee] 600li.If thou will lett my beanes downe ffall."220with that hee swarned the maine-mast tree,soe did hee itt with might and maine:Horseley with an-other broad Arrowstrake the yeaman through the braine,224that hee ffell downe to the haches againe:sore of his wound that hee did bleed.itt is verry true, as the welchman sayd,couetousness getts no gaine.228but when hee saw his sisters sonne slaine,Lord! in his heart hee was not well."goe ffeitch me downe my armour of proue,ffor I will to the topcastle my-selfe.232goe ffeitch me downe my armour of prooffe,for itt is guilded with gold soe cleere.god be with my brother, Iohn of Bartton!amongst the Portingalls hee did itt weare."236but when hee had his armour of prooffe,& on his body hee had itt on,euery man that looked att himsayd, "gunn nor arrow hee neede feare none!"240"come hither, Horsley!" sayes my Lord Haward,"& looke your shaft that itt goe right;shoot a good shoote in the time of need,& ffor thy shooting thoust be made a Knight."244"Ile doe my best," sayes Horslay then,"your honor shall see beffore I goe;if I shold be hanged att your mainemast,I haue in my shipp but arrowes tow."248but att Sir Andrew hee shott then;hee made sure to hitt his marke;vnder the spole of his right armehee smote Sir Andrew quite throw the hart.252yett ffrom the tree hee wold not start,but hee clinged to itt with might & maine.vnder the coller then of his Iacke,he stroke Sir Andrew thorrow the braine.256"ffight on my men," sayes Sir Andrew Bartton,"I am hurt, but I am not slaine;Ile lay mee downe & bleed a-while,& then Ile rise & ffight againe.260ffight on my men," sayes Sir Andrew Bartton,"these English doggs they bite soe lowe;ffight on ffor Scottland & Saint Andrewtill you heare my whistle blowe!"264but when thé cold not heare his whistle blow,sayes Harry Hunt, "Ile lay my headyou may bord yonder noble shipp, my Lord,for I know Sir Andrew hee is dead."268with that they borded this noble shipp,soe did they itt with might & maine;thé ffound 18 score Scotts aliue,besids the rest were maimed & slaine.272My Lord Haward tooke a sword in his hand,& smote of Sir Andrews head.the Scotts stood by, did weepe & mourne,but neuer a word durst speake or say.276he caused his body to be taken downe,& ouer the hatch-bord cast into the sea,& about his middle 300 crownes:"wheresoeuer thou lands, itt will bury thee."280with his head they sayled into England againewith right good will & fforce & meanye,& the day beffore New yeeres euen& into Thames mouth againe they came.284My Lord Haward wrote to King Heneryes grace,with all the newes hee cold him bring:"such a new yeeres gifft I haue brought to your gr[ace],As neuer did subiect to any King.288"ffor Merchandyes and Manhood,the like is nott to be ffound;the sight of these wold doe you good,ffor you haue not the Like in your English ground."292but when hee heard tell that they were come,full royally hee welcomed them home:Sir Andrews shipp was the Kings New yeeres guifft;A brauer shipp you neuer saw none.296Now hath our King Sir Andrews shippbesett with pearles and precyous stones;Now hath England 2 shipps of warr,2 shipps of warr, before but one.300"who holpe to this?" sayes King Henerye,"that I may reward him ffor his paine,""Harry Hunt and Peeter Simon,William Horseleay, & I the same."304"Harry Hunt shall haue his whistle & chaine,& all his Iewells, whatsoeuer they bee,& other rich giffts that I will not name,for his good service he hath done mee.308Horslay, right thoust be a Knight;Lands and liuings thou shalt haue store.Howard shalbe Erle of Nottingham,& soe was neuer Haward before.312"Now Peeter Simon, thou art old,I will maintaine thee & thy sonne,thou shalt haue 500li. all in goldffor the good service that thou hast done."316then King Henerye shiffted his roome;in came the Queene & ladyes bright;other arrands they had nonebut to see Sir Andrew Bartton, Knight.320but when they see his deadly fface,his eyes were hollow in his head,"I wold giue a 100li." sais King Henerye,"the man were aliue as hee is dead!324yett ffor the manfull part that hee hath playdboth heere & beyond the seahis men shall haue halfe a crowne a dayto bring them to my brother King Iamye."328

"O yee are welcome, rich merchants,[Good saylors, welcome unto me!"]they swore by the rood thé were saylers good,but rich merchants they cold not bee;12"to ffrance nor fflanders dare we nott passe,nor Burdeaux voyage wee dare not ffare,& all ffor a ffalse robber that lyes on the seas,& robb vs of our merchants ware."16

King Henery was stout, & he turned him about,& swore by the Lord that was mickle of might,"I thought he had not beene in the world throughout,that durst haue wrought England such vnright."20but euer they sighed, and said—alas!—vnto King Harry this answere againe"he is a proud Scott that will robb vs allif wee were 20 shipps and hee but one."24

The King looket ouer his left shoulder,amongst his Lords & Barrons soe ffree:"haue I neuer Lord in all my realmewill ffeitch yond traitor vnto mee?"28"yes, that dare I!" sayes my Lord Chareles Howard,neere to the King wheras hee did stand;"If that your grace will giue me leaue,my selfe wilbe the only man."32

"thou shalt haue 600 men," saith our King,"& chuse them out of my realme soe ffree;besids Marriners and boyes,to guide the great shipp on the sea."36"Ile goe speake with Sir Andrew," sais Charles, my Lord Haward;"vpon the sea, if hee be there,I will bring him & his shipp to shore,or before my prince I will neuer come neere."40

the ffirst of all my Lord did call,a noble gunner hee was one;this man was 60 yeeres and ten,& Peeter Simon was his name.44"Peeter," sais hee, "I must sayle to the seato seeke out an enemye; god be my speed!before all others I haue chosen thee;of a 100^{d}. guners thoust be my head."48

"my Lord," sais hee," if you haue chosen meeof a 100d. gunners to be the head,hange me att your maine-mast treeif I misse my marke past 3 pence bread."52The next of all my Lord he did call,a noble bowman hee was one;In yorekeshire was this gentleman borne,& william Horsley was his name.56

"Horsley," sayes hee, "I must sayle to the seato seeke out an enemye; god be my speede!before all others I haue chosen thee;of a 100 bowemen thoust be my head."60"My Lord," sais hee," if you haue chosen meeof a 100d. bowemen to be they head,hang me att your mainemast treeif I misse my marke past 12^{d}. bread."64

with pikes, and gunnes, & bowemen bold,this Noble Howard is gone to the seaon the day before Midsummer euen,& out att Thames mouth sayled they.68They had not sayled dayes 3vpon their Iourney they tooke in hand,but there they mett with a Noble shipp,& stoutely made itt both stay & stand.72

"thou must tell me thy name," sais Charles, my Lord Haward,"or who thou art, or ffrom whence thou came,yea, & where thy dwelling is,to whom & where thy shipp does belong."76"My name," sayes hee," is Henery Hunt,with a pure hart & a penitent mind;I and my shipp they doe belongvnto the New castle that stands vpon tine."80

"Now thou must tell me, Harry Hunt,as thou hast sayled by day & by night,hast thou not heard of a stout robber?men calls him Sir Andrew Bartton, Knight."84but euer he sighed, & sayd, "alas!ffull well, my Lord, I know that wight!he robd me of my merchants ware,& I was his prisoner but yesternight.88

"as I was sayling vppon the sea,& Burdeaux voyage as I did ffare,he Clasped me to his Archborde& robd me of all my merchants ware;92& I am a man both poore & bare,& euery man will haue his owne of me,& I am bound towards London to ffare,to complaine to my Prince Henerye."96

"that shall not need," sais my Lord Haward;"if thou canst lett me this robber see,ffor euery peny he hath taken thee ffroe,thou shalt be rewarded a shilling," quoth hee.100"Now god ffore-fend," saies Henery Hunt,"my Lord, you shold worke soe ffarr amisse!god keepe you out of that Traitors hands!for you wott ffull litle what a man hee is.104

"hee is brasse within, & steele without,& beanes hee beares in his Topcastle stronge;his shipp hath ordinance cleane round about;besids, my Lord, hee is verry well mand;108he hath a pinnace is deerlye dight,Saint Andrews crosse, that is his guide;his pinnace beares 9 score men & more,besids 15 cannons on euery side.112

"if you were 20 shippes, & he but one,either in charke-bord or in hall,he wold ouercome you euerye one,& if his beanes they doe downe ffall."116

"this is cold comfort," sais my Lord Haward,"to wellcome a stranger thus to the sea;He bring him & his shipp to shore,or else into Scottland hee shall carrye mee."120

"then you must gett a noble gunner, my Lord,that can sett well with his eye& sinke his pinnace into the sea,& soone then ouercome will hee bee124& when that you haue done this,if you chance Sir Andrew for to bord,lett no man to his Topcastle goe;& I will giue you a glasse, my Lord,128

"& then you need to fferae no Scott,whether you sayle by day or by night;& to-morrow by 7 of the clocke,you shall meete with Sir Andrew Bartton, Knight.132I was his prisoner but yester night,& he hath taken mee sworne;" quoth hee,"I trust my L[ord] god will me fforgiue& if that oath then broken bee.136

"you must lend me sixe peeces, my Lord," quoth hee,"into my shipp to sayle the sea,& to-morrow by 9 of the clockeyour honour againe then will I see."140And the hache-bord where Sir Andrew Lay,is hached with gold deerlye dight:"now by my ffaith," sais Charles, my Lord Haward,"then yonder Scott is a worthye wight!"144

{ Take in your ancyents & your standards,2d. parte { yea that no man shall them see,{ & put me fforth a white willow wand,{ as Merchants vse to sayle the sea.148But they stirred neither top nor mast,but Sir Andrew they passed by."whatt English are yonder," said Sir Andrew,"that can so litle curtesye?152

"I haue beene Admirall ouer the seamore then these yeeres three;there is neuer an English dog, nor Portingall,can passe this way without leaue of mee.156But now yonder pedlers, they are past,which is no litle greffe to me:ffeich them backe," sayes Sir Andrew Bartton,"they shall all hang att my maine-mast tree."160

with that they pinnace itt shott of,that my Lord Haward might itt well ken,itt strokes downe my Lords fforemast,& killed 14 of my Lord his men.164"come hither, Simon!" sayes my Lord Haward,"looke that thy words be true thou sayd;Ile hang thee att my maine-mast treeif thou misse thy marke past 12^d. bread."168

Simon was old, but his hart itt was bold,hee tooke downe a peece, & layd itt ffull lowe;he put in chaine yeards 9,besids other great shott lesse and more.172with that hee lett his gun shott goe;soe well hee settled itt with his eye,the ffirst sight that Sir Andrew sawe,hee see his pinnace sunke in the sea.176

when hee saw his pinace sunke,Lord! in his hart hee was not well:"cutt my ropes! itt is time to be gon!Ile goe ffeitch yond pedlers backe my selfe!"180when my Lord Haward saw Sir Andrew loose,lord! in his hart that hee was ffaine:"strike on your drummes, spread out your ancyents!sound out your trumpetts! sound out amaine!"184

"ffight on, my men!" sais Sir Andrew Bartton;"weate, howsoeuer this geere will sway,itt is my Lord Admιrall of Englandis come to seeke mee on the sea."188Simon had a sonne, with shott of a gunn,—well Sir Andrew might itt Ken,—he shott itt in att a priuye place,& killed 60 more of Sir Andrews men.192

Harry Hunt came in att the other syde,& att Sir Andrew hee shott then,he droue downe his fformost tree,& killed 80 more of Sir Andirwes men.196"I haue done a good turne," sayes Harry Hunt,"Sir Andrew is not our Kings ffreind;he hoped to haue vndone me yesternight,but I hope I haue quitt him well in the end."200

"Euer alas!" sayd Sir Andrew Barton,"what shold a man either thinke or say?yonder ffalse theeffe is my strongest Enemye,who was my prisoner but yesterday.204come hither to me, thou Gourden good,& be thou readye att my call,& I will giue thee 300li.if thou wilt lett my beanes downe ffall."208

with that hee swarned the maine-mast tree,soe did he itt with might and maine:Horseley with a bearing arrowstroke the Gourden through the braine,212And he ffell into the haches againe,& sore of this wound that he did bleed.then word went throug Sir Andrews men,that they Gourden hee was dead.216

"come hither to me, Iames Hambliton,—thou art my sisters sonne, I haue no more,—I will giue [thee] 600li.If thou will lett my beanes downe ffall."220with that hee swarned the maine-mast tree,soe did hee itt with might and maine:Horseley with an-other broad Arrowstrake the yeaman through the braine,224

that hee ffell downe to the haches againe:sore of his wound that hee did bleed.itt is verry true, as the welchman sayd,couetousness getts no gaine.228but when hee saw his sisters sonne slaine,Lord! in his heart hee was not well."goe ffeitch me downe my armour of proue,ffor I will to the topcastle my-selfe.232

goe ffeitch me downe my armour of prooffe,for itt is guilded with gold soe cleere.god be with my brother, Iohn of Bartton!amongst the Portingalls hee did itt weare."236but when hee had his armour of prooffe,& on his body hee had itt on,euery man that looked att himsayd, "gunn nor arrow hee neede feare none!"240

"come hither, Horsley!" sayes my Lord Haward,"& looke your shaft that itt goe right;shoot a good shoote in the time of need,& ffor thy shooting thoust be made a Knight."244"Ile doe my best," sayes Horslay then,"your honor shall see beffore I goe;if I shold be hanged att your mainemast,I haue in my shipp but arrowes tow."248

but att Sir Andrew hee shott then;hee made sure to hitt his marke;vnder the spole of his right armehee smote Sir Andrew quite throw the hart.252yett ffrom the tree hee wold not start,but hee clinged to itt with might & maine.vnder the coller then of his Iacke,he stroke Sir Andrew thorrow the braine.256

"ffight on my men," sayes Sir Andrew Bartton,"I am hurt, but I am not slaine;Ile lay mee downe & bleed a-while,& then Ile rise & ffight againe.260ffight on my men," sayes Sir Andrew Bartton,"these English doggs they bite soe lowe;ffight on ffor Scottland & Saint Andrewtill you heare my whistle blowe!"264

but when thé cold not heare his whistle blow,sayes Harry Hunt, "Ile lay my headyou may bord yonder noble shipp, my Lord,for I know Sir Andrew hee is dead."268with that they borded this noble shipp,soe did they itt with might & maine;thé ffound 18 score Scotts aliue,besids the rest were maimed & slaine.272

My Lord Haward tooke a sword in his hand,& smote of Sir Andrews head.the Scotts stood by, did weepe & mourne,but neuer a word durst speake or say.276he caused his body to be taken downe,& ouer the hatch-bord cast into the sea,& about his middle 300 crownes:"wheresoeuer thou lands, itt will bury thee."280

with his head they sayled into England againewith right good will & fforce & meanye,& the day beffore New yeeres euen& into Thames mouth againe they came.284My Lord Haward wrote to King Heneryes grace,with all the newes hee cold him bring:"such a new yeeres gifft I haue brought to your gr[ace],As neuer did subiect to any King.288

"ffor Merchandyes and Manhood,the like is nott to be ffound;the sight of these wold doe you good,ffor you haue not the Like in your English ground."292but when hee heard tell that they were come,full royally hee welcomed them home:Sir Andrews shipp was the Kings New yeeres guifft;A brauer shipp you neuer saw none.296

Now hath our King Sir Andrews shippbesett with pearles and precyous stones;Now hath England 2 shipps of warr,2 shipps of warr, before but one.300"who holpe to this?" sayes King Henerye,"that I may reward him ffor his paine,""Harry Hunt and Peeter Simon,William Horseleay, & I the same."304

"Harry Hunt shall haue his whistle & chaine,& all his Iewells, whatsoeuer they bee,& other rich giffts that I will not name,for his good service he hath done mee.308Horslay, right thoust be a Knight;Lands and liuings thou shalt haue store.Howard shalbe Erle of Nottingham,& soe was neuer Haward before.312

"Now Peeter Simon, thou art old,I will maintaine thee & thy sonne,thou shalt haue 500li. all in goldffor the good service that thou hast done."316then King Henerye shiffted his roome;in came the Queene & ladyes bright;other arrands they had nonebut to see Sir Andrew Bartton, Knight.320

but when they see his deadly fface,his eyes were hollow in his head,"I wold giue a 100li." sais King Henerye,"the man were aliue as hee is dead!324yett ffor the manfull part that hee hath playdboth heere & beyond the seahis men shall haue halfe a crowne a dayto bring them to my brother King Iamye."328

ffinis.]

FOOTNOTES:[580][Copied literally from Lord Herbert's (of Cherbury)Historyof Henry VIII., p. 116.][581]Thomas Howard, afterwards created Duke of Norfolk.[582]Called by old historians lord Howard, afterwards created earl of Surrey in his father's lifetime. He was father of the poetical earl of Surrey.[583]From the pr. copy.[584]Ver. 15, 83. robber, MS.[585]Ver. 29. lord Charles Howard, MS.[586]An old Eng. word for breadth.[587]Pr. copy.[588]Mr. Lambe, in his notes to the poem on theBattle of FloddenField, contends that this expert bowman's name was not Horseley, but Hustler, of a family long seated near Stockton, in Cleveland, Yorkshire. Vid. p. 5.[589]Ver. 70. Journey, MS.[590]Ver. 91. The MS. has here Archborde, but in pt. ii. ver. 5 Hachebord: [= ship or side of the ship.][591][richly fitted out.][592]It should seem from hence, that before our marine artillery was brought to its present perfection, some naval commanders had recourse to instruments or machines, similar in use, though perhaps unlike in construction, to the heavy dolphins made of lead or iron used by the ancient Greeks; which they suspended from beams or yards fastened to the masts, and which they precipitately let fall on the enemies ships, in order to sink them, by beating holes through the bottoms of their undecked triremes, or otherwise damaging them. These are mentioned by Thucydides, lib. vii. p. 256, ed. 1564, folio, and are more fully explained inSchefferi de Militiâ Navali, lib. ii. cap. v. p. 136, ed. 1653, 4to.N.B. It everywhere in the MS. seems to be written "beanes."[593]Ver. 5. "hached with gold," MS.[594][flags.][595]i.e.did not salute.[596]Ver. 35.i.e.discharged chain-shot.[597]Ver. 67. 84 pounds, MS.[598][climbed.][599]V. 75. bearinge, sc. that carries well, &c.[600][shoulder.][601][For a reference to whistles used by naval commanders, see Statute of apparel, 24 Hen. VIII. c. 13 (Anstis'sOrder of theGarter, vol. ii. p. 121.)][602]Ver. 175, 6.... Erle of Nottingham, And soe was never, &c., MS.

[580][Copied literally from Lord Herbert's (of Cherbury)Historyof Henry VIII., p. 116.]

[581]Thomas Howard, afterwards created Duke of Norfolk.

[582]Called by old historians lord Howard, afterwards created earl of Surrey in his father's lifetime. He was father of the poetical earl of Surrey.

[583]From the pr. copy.

[584]Ver. 15, 83. robber, MS.

[585]Ver. 29. lord Charles Howard, MS.

[586]An old Eng. word for breadth.

[587]Pr. copy.

[588]Mr. Lambe, in his notes to the poem on theBattle of FloddenField, contends that this expert bowman's name was not Horseley, but Hustler, of a family long seated near Stockton, in Cleveland, Yorkshire. Vid. p. 5.

[589]Ver. 70. Journey, MS.

[590]Ver. 91. The MS. has here Archborde, but in pt. ii. ver. 5 Hachebord: [= ship or side of the ship.]

[591][richly fitted out.]

[592]It should seem from hence, that before our marine artillery was brought to its present perfection, some naval commanders had recourse to instruments or machines, similar in use, though perhaps unlike in construction, to the heavy dolphins made of lead or iron used by the ancient Greeks; which they suspended from beams or yards fastened to the masts, and which they precipitately let fall on the enemies ships, in order to sink them, by beating holes through the bottoms of their undecked triremes, or otherwise damaging them. These are mentioned by Thucydides, lib. vii. p. 256, ed. 1564, folio, and are more fully explained inSchefferi de Militiâ Navali, lib. ii. cap. v. p. 136, ed. 1653, 4to.N.B. It everywhere in the MS. seems to be written "beanes."

N.B. It everywhere in the MS. seems to be written "beanes."

[593]Ver. 5. "hached with gold," MS.

[594][flags.]

[595]i.e.did not salute.

[596]Ver. 35.i.e.discharged chain-shot.

[597]Ver. 67. 84 pounds, MS.

[598][climbed.]

[599]V. 75. bearinge, sc. that carries well, &c.

[600][shoulder.]

[601][For a reference to whistles used by naval commanders, see Statute of apparel, 24 Hen. VIII. c. 13 (Anstis'sOrder of theGarter, vol. ii. p. 121.)]

[602]Ver. 175, 6.... Erle of Nottingham, And soe was never, &c., MS.

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