XII.
SIR ANDREW BARTON.
I cannot give a better relation of the fact which is the subject of the following ballad, than in an extract from the late Mr. Guthrie's _Peerage_,[580] which was begun upon a very elegant plan, but never finished. Vol. i. 4to. p. 22.
"The transaction which did the greatest honour to the earl of Surrey[581] and his family at this time (A.D. 1511), was their behaviour in the case of Barton, a Scotch sea-officer. This gentleman's father having suffered by sea from the Portuguese, he had obtained letters of marque for his two sons to make reprisals upon the subjects of Portugal. It is extremely probable, that the court of Scotland granted these letters with no very honest intention. The council board of England, at which the earl of Surrey held the chief place, was daily pestered with complaints from the sailors and merchants, that Barton, who was called Sir Andrew Barton, under pretence of searching for Portuguese goods, interrupted the English navigation. Henry's situation at that time rendered him backward from breaking with Scotland, so that their complaints were but coldly received. The earl of Surrey, however, could not smother his indignation, but gallantly declared at the council board, that while he had an estate that could furnish out a ship, or a son that was capable of commanding one, the narrow seas should not be infested.
"Sir Andrew Barton, who commanded the two Scotch ships, had the reputation of being one of the ablest sea officers of his time. By his depredations, he had amassed great wealth, and his ships were very richly laden. Henry, notwithstanding his situation, could not refuse the generous offer made by the earl of Surrey. Two ships were immediately fitted out, and put to sea with letters of marque, under his two sons, Sir Thomas[582] and Sir Edward Howard. After encountering a great deal of foul weather, Sir Thomas came up with the 'Lion,' which was commanded by Sir Andrew Barton in person; and Sir Edward came up with the 'Union,' Barton's other ship (called by Hall, the 'Bark of Scotland.') The engagement which ensued was extremely obstinate on both sides; but at last the fortune of the Howards prevailed. Sir Andrew was killed fighting bravely, and encouraging his men with his whistle, to hold out to the last; and the two Scotch ships with their crews, were carried into the river Thames. (Aug. 2, 1511.)
"This exploit had the more merit, as the two English commanders were in a manner volunteers in the service, by their father's order. But it seems to have laid the foundation of Sir Edward's fortune; for, on the 7th of April, 1512, the king constituted him (according to Dugdale) admiral of England, Wales, &c.
"King James 'insisted' upon satisfaction for the death of Barton, and capture of his ship: tho' Henry had generously dismissed the crews, and even agreed that the parties accused might appear in his courts of admiralty by their attornies, to vindicate themselves." This affair was in a great measure the cause of the battle of Flodden, in which James IV. lost his life.
In the following ballad will be found perhaps some few deviations from the truth of history; to atone for which it has probably recorded many lesser facts, which history hath not condescended to relate. I take many of the little circumstances of the story to be real, because I find one of the most unlikely to be not very remote from the truth. In pt. 2, v. 156, it is said, that England had before "but two ships of war." Now the "Great Harry" had been built only seven years before, viz. in 1504: which "was properly speaking the first ship in the English navy. Before this period, when the prince wanted a fleet, he had no other expedient but hiring ships from the merchants."--Hume.
This ballad, which appears to have been written in the reign of Elizabeth, has received great improvements from the Editor's folio MS. wherein was an ancient copy, which, though very incorrect, seemed in many respects superior to the common ballad; the latter being evidently modernized and abridged from it. The following text is, however, in some places amended and improved by the latter (chiefly from a black-letter copy in the Pepys collection), as also by conjecture.
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[There is little to be added to the above preface, but those who wish to read the Scottish version will find John Lesley's (Bishop of Ross) account of the affair (_Historie of Scotland_, 1436-1561), quoted in Mr. Furnivall's full preface to the ballad in the folio MS. (vol. iii. p. 399). Percy fully explains how he made up his copy. There is, in fact, hardly a line that has not been altered, and the notes at the foot of the page give the reader no idea of the changes that have been made. To have noted all the differences would have loaded the page unnecessarily, and therefore in consideration of the interest of the ballad, a reprint of the folio copy has been added, although there are several printed copies. It is difficult to understand what could have induced Percy to reject the pretty lines:
"As itt beffell in Midsummer time When burds singe sweetlye on every tree,"
for the incongruous opening of Flora with her flowers, and Neptune with his showers. The greatest alterations are in vv. 33-40, 129-136; part 2, vv. 1-8, 17-64, 89-94, 113-120, 145-176.]
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THE FIRST PART.
When Flora with her fragrant flowers 'Bedeckt the earth so trim and gaye, 'And Neptune with his daintye showers 'Came to present the monthe of Maye;'[583] King Henrye rode to take the ayre, 5 Over the river of Thames past hee; When eighty merchants of London came, And downe they knelt upon their knee.
"O yee are welcome, rich merchànts; Good saylors, welcome unto mee." 10 They swore by the rood, they were saylors good, But rich merchànts they cold not bee: "To France nor Flanders dare we pass: Nor Bourdeaux voyage dare we fare; And all for a rover that lyes on the seas,[584] 15 Who robbs us of our merchant ware."
King Henrye frownd, and turned him rounde, And swore by the Lord, that was mickle of might, "I thought he had not beene in the world, Durst have wrought England such unright." 20 The merchants sighed, and said, alas! And thus they did their answer frame, He is a proud Scott, that robbs on the seas, And Sir Andrewe Barton is his name.
The king lookt over his left shouldèr, 25 And an angrye look then looked hee: "Have I never a lorde in all my realme, Will feitch yond traytor unto mee?" Yea, that dare I; lord Howard sayes;[585] Yea, that dare I with heart and hand; 30 If it please your grace to give me leave, Myselfe wil be the only man.
Thou art but yong; the kyng replyed: Yond Scott hath numbred manye a yeare. "Trust me, my liege, Ile make him quail, 35 Or before my prince I will never appeare." Then bowemen and gunners thou shalt have, And chuse them over my realme so free; Besides good mariners, and shipp-boyes, To guide the great shipp on the sea. 40
The first man, that lord Howard chose, Was the ablest gunner in all the realm, Thoughe he was threescore yeeres and ten: Good Peter Simon was his name. Peter, sais hee, I must to the sea, 45 To bring home a traytor live or dead: Before all others I have chosen thee; Of a hundred gunners to be the head.
If you, my lord, have chosen mee Of a hundred gunners to be the head, 50 Then hang me up on your maine-mast tree, If I misse my marke one shilling bread.[586] My lord then chose a boweman rare, Whose active hands had gained fame.[587] In Yorkshire was this gentleman borne, 55 And William Horseley was his name.[588]
Horseley, sayd he, I must with speede Go seeke a traytor on the sea, And now of a hundred bowemen brave To be the head I have chosen thee. 60 If you, quoth hee, have chosen mee Of a hundred bowemen to be the head; On your maine-màst Ile hanged bee, If I miss twelvescore one penny bread.[586]
With pikes and gunnes, and bowemen bold, 65 This noble Howard is gone to the sea; With a valyant heart and a pleasant cheare, Out at Thames mouth sayled he. And days he scant had sayled three, Upon the 'voyage' he tooke in hand,[589] 70 But there he mett with a noble shipp, And stoutely made itt stay and stand.
Thou must tell me, lord Howard said, Now who thou art, and what's thy name; And shewe me where thy dwelling is: 75 And whither bound, and whence thou came. My name is Henry Hunt, quoth hee With a heavye heart, and a carefull mind; I and my shipp doe both belong To the Newcastle, that stands upon Tyne. 80
Hast thou not heard, nowe, Henrye Hunt, As thou hast sayled by daye and by night, Of a Scottish rover on the seas;[584] Men call him sir Andrew Barton, knight? Then ever he sighed, and sayd alas! 85 With a grieved mind, and well away! But over-well I knowe that wight, I was his prisoner yesterday.
As I was sayling uppon the sea, A Burdeaux voyage for to fare; 90 To his hach-borde he clasped me,[590] And robd me of all my merchant ware: And mickle debts, Got wot, I owe, And every man will have his owne; And I am nowe to London bounde, 95 Of our gracious king to beg a boone.
That shall not need, lord Howard sais; Lett me but once that robber see, For every penny tane thee froe It shall be doubled shillings three. 100 Nowe God forefend, the merchant said, That you shold seek soe far amisse! God keepe you out of that traitors hands! Full litle ye wott what a man hee is.
Hee is brasse within, and steele without, 105 With beames on his topcastle stronge; And eighteen pieces of ordinance He carries on each side along: And he hath a pinnace deerlye dight,[591] St. Andrewes crosse that is his guide; 110 His pinnace beareth ninescore men, And fifteen canons on each side.
Were ye twentye shippes, and he but one; I sweare by kirke, and bower, and hall; He wold overcome them everye one, 115 If once his beames they doe downe fall.[592] This is cold comfort, sais my lord, To wellcome a stranger thus to the sea: Yet Ile bring him and his shipp to shore, Or to Scottland hee shall carrye mee. 120
Then a noble gunner you must have, And he must aim well with his ee, And sinke his pinnace into the sea, Or else hee never orecome will bee: And if you chance his shipp to borde, 125 This counsel I must give withall, Let no man to his topcastle goe To strive to let his beams downe fall.
And seven pieces of ordinance, I pray your honour lend to mee, 130 On each side of my shipp along, And I will lead you on the sea. A glasse Ile sett, that may be seene, Whether you sayle by day or night, And to-morrowe, I sweare, by nine of the clocke 135 You shall meet with Sir Andrewe Barton knight.
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THE SECOND PART.
The merchant sett my lorde a glasse Soe 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] 5 Soe 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; 10 And 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, 15 That can soe litle curtesye?
Now by the roode, three yeares and more I have beene admirall over the sea; And never an English nor Portingall Without my leave can passe this way. 20 Then called he forth his stout pinnàce; "Fetch backe yond pedlars nowe to mee: I sweare by the masse, yon English churles Shall all hang att my maine-mast tree."
With that the pinnace itt shott off, 25 Full 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; 30 For 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] 35 With 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, 45 Within 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; 50 Itt 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, 55 Killed threescore of his men of warre.
Then Henrye Hunt with rigour hott Came bravely on the other side, Soone he drove downe his fore-mast tree, And killed fourscore men beside. 60 Nowe, 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, 65 That 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; 70 For 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] 75 Stroke 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, 85 He swarved it with nimble art; But Horseley with a broad arròwe Pierced the Hambilton through the heart:
And downe he fell upon the deck, That with his blood did streame amaine: 90 Then 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, 95 For 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; 100 And 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, 105 And 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; 110 But 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, 115 But the arrow bounded back agen. Then Horseley spyed a privye place With a perfect eye in a secrette part; Under the spole[600] of his right arme He 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, 125 And never flinche before the foe; And stand fast by St. Andrewes crosse Untill you heare my whistle blowe."[601]
They never heard his whistle blow,---- Which made their hearts waxe sore adread: 130 Then 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, 135 The 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." 140 He caused his body to be cast Over 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, 145 And backe he sayled ore the maine, With mickle joy and triumphìng Into 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, 155 Before in England was but one." King Henryes grace with royall cheere Welcomed 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 ship 165 For 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, 170 A 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] 175 As 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 markes For the good service they have done. 180 Then in came the queene with ladyes fair To 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, 185 And 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, 190 His men shall have twelvepence a day, Till they come to my brother kings high land.
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[The following version is reprinted from Hales and Furnivall's edition of the folio MS., vol. iii. p. 403:--
As: itt beffell in M[i]dsumer time when burds singe sweetlye on euery tree, our noble King, King Henery the 8^{th}, ouer the riuer of Thames past hee. 4 hee was no sooner ouer the riuer, downe in a fforrest to take the ayre, but 80 merchants of London cittye came 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." 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." 20 but euer they sighed, and said--alas!-- vnto King Harry this answere againe "he is a proud Scott that will robb vs all if 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 realme will 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 sea to 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 mee of a 100^{d}. gunners to be the head, hange me att your maine-mast tree if I misse my marke past 3 pence bread." 52 The 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 sea to 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 mee of a 100^{d}. bowemen to be they head, hang me att your mainemast tree if I misse my marke past 12^{d}. bread." 64
with pikes, and gunnes, & bowemen bold, this Noble Howard is gone to the sea on the day before Midsummer euen, & out att Thames mouth sayled they. 68 They had not sayled dayes 3 vpon 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 belong vnto 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." 84 but 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; 108 he 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 bee 124 & 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. 132 I 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 clocke your honour againe then will I see." 140 And 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, 2^{d}. parte { yea that no man shall them see, { & put me fforth a white willow wand, { as Merchants vse to sayle the sea. 148 But 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 sea more then these yeeres three; there is neuer an English dog, nor Portingall, can passe this way without leaue of mee. 156 But 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 tree if 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. 172 with 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!" 180 when 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 Adm[i]rall of England is come to seeke mee on the sea." 188 Simon 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. 204 come hither to me, thou Gourden good, & be thou readye att my call, & I will giue thee 300^{li}. 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 arrow stroke the Gourden through the braine, 212 And 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] 600^{li}. If thou will lett my beanes downe ffall." 220 with that hee swarned the maine-mast tree, soe did hee itt with might and maine: Horseley with an-other broad Arrow strake 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. 228 but 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." 236 but when hee had his armour of prooffe, & on his body hee had itt on, euery man that looked att him sayd, "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 arme hee smote Sir Andrew quite throw the hart. 252 yett 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. 260 ffight on my men," sayes Sir Andrew Bartton, "these English doggs they bite soe lowe; ffight on ffor Scottland & Saint Andrew till you heare my whistle blowe!" 264
but when thé cold not heare his whistle blow, sayes Harry Hunt, "Ile lay my head you may bord yonder noble shipp, my Lord, for I know Sir Andrew hee is dead." 268 with 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. 276 he 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 againe with right good will & fforce & meanye, & the day beffore New yeeres euen & into Thames mouth againe they came. 284 My 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." 292 but 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 shipp besett 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. 308 Horslay, 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 500^{li}. all in gold ffor the good service that thou hast done." 316 then King Henerye shiffted his roome; in came the Queene & ladyes bright; other arrands they had none but 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 100^{li}." sais King Henerye, "the man were aliue as hee is dead! 324 yett ffor the manfull part that hee hath playd both heere & beyond the sea his men shall haue halfe a crowne a day to bring them to my brother King Iamye." 328
ffinis.]
FOOTNOTES:
[580] [Copied literally from Lord Herbert's (of Cherbury) _History of 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 the _Battle of Flodden Field_, 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 in _Schefferi 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's _Order of the Garter_, vol. ii. p. 121.)]
[602] Ver. 175, 6.... Erle of Nottingham, And soe was never, &c., MS.