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WHen Floria with her fragrant flowers, bedeckt the earth so trim and gay, And Neptune with his dainty showers came to present the month of May, King Henry would a hunting ride, over the river thames past he, Unto a mountain top also did walk some pleasure for to see: Where forty merchants he espy'd, with fifty sail come towards him, Who then no sooner were arriv'd, but on their knees did thus complain: An't please your grace, we cannot sail to france no voyage to be sure, But Sir Andrew Barton makes us quail, and robs us of our merchant-ware. Vext was the King, and turning him, said to the Lords of high degree, Have I ne'r a Lord within my realm, dare fetch that traytor unto me? To him reply'd Charles Lord Howard, I will, my liege, with heart and hand, If it please you grant me leave, he said, I will perform what you command. To him then spoke King Henry, I fear, my Lord, you are too young, No whit at all, my liege, quoth he, I hope to prove in valour strong: The scotch Knight I vow to seek, in what place so ever he be, And bring ashore with all his might, or into Scotland he shall carry me. A hundred men, the King then said, out of my realm shall chosen be, Besides sailors and ship-boys, to guide a great ship on the sea; Bow-men and gunners of good skill, shall for this service chosen be. And they at thy command and will, in all affairs shall wait on thee. Lord Howard call'd a gunner then, who was the best in all the realm, His age was threescore years and ten, and Peter Simon was his name: My Lord call'd then a bow-man rare, whose active hands had gained fame, A gentleman born in Yorkshire, and William Horsely was his name: Horsely, quoth he, I must to sea, to seek a traytor with good speed, Of a hundred bow-men brave, quoth he, I have chosen thee to be the head. If you, my Lord, have chosen me
of a hundred men to be the head, Upon the main-mast i'll hanged be, if twelve score I miss one shilling's breadth. Lord Howard then of courage bold, went to the sea with pleasant chear, Not curb'd with winter's piercing cold, tho' it was the stormy time of year; Not long he had been on sea, more in days than number three, But one Harry Hunt there he espy'd, a merchant of New-castle was he; To him Lord Howard call'd out a main, and strictly charged him to stand, Demanding then from whence he came, or where he did intend to land: The merchant then made answer soon, with heavy heart and careful mind, My Lord, my ship it doth belong unto New-castle upon Tine. Canst thou shew me, the Lord did say, as thou didst sail by day and night, A scottish rover on the sea, his name is Andrew Barton, Knight? Then the merchant sigh'd and said, with grieved mind, and well-away, But over well I know that wight, I was his prisoner yesterday: As I, my Lord, did sail from France, a Burdeax voyage to take so far, I met with Sir Andrew Barten thence, who robb'd me of my merchant-ware: And mickle debts god knows I owe, and every man doth crave his own; And I am bound to London now, of our gracious King to beg a boon. Shew me him, said Lord Howard then, let me once the villain see, And e'ry penny he hath from thee ta'en, i'll double the same with shillings three. Now god forbid, the merchant said, I fear your aim that you will miss: God bless you from his tyranny, for little you think what man he is; He is brass within, and steal without, his ship most huge and mighty strong, With eighteen pieces of ordinance he carrieth on each side along: With beams for his top castle, as also being huge and high, That neither English nor Portugal can Sir Andrew Barton pass by. Hard news thou show'st, then said the Lord, to welcome strangers to the sea: But as I said, i'll bring him aboard, or into Scotland he shall carry me. The merchant said, if you will do so, take council then, I pray withal, Let no man to his top castle go, nor strive to let his beams down fall: Lend me seven pieces of ordinance then of each side of my ship, said he, And tomorrow my Lord, again I will your honour see: A glass I set as may be seen, whether you sail by day or night: And tomorrow be sure before seven, you shall see Sir Andrew Barton, Knight.
The merchant set my lord a glass, so well apparent in his sight, That on the morrow as his promise was, he saw sir Andrew Barton, knight. The lord then swore a mighty oath, Now by the heavens that be of might, By faith, believe me, and by troth, I think he is a worthy knight. Sir Andrew Barton seeing him thus scornfully to pass by, As tho' he cared not a pin for him and his company; Then called he his men amain, Fetch back yon pedlar now, quoth he, And e're this way he comes again, i'll teach him well his courtesie. Fetch me my lyon out of hand, saith the lord, with rose and streamer high, Set up withal a willow-wand, that merchant like I may pass by. Thus bravely did lord Howard pass, and on anchor rise so high; No top-sail at last he cast, but as a foe did him defie. A piece of ordinance soon was shot, by this proud pirate fiercely then, Into lord Howards middle deck, which cruel shot kill'd fourteen men. He called then Peter Simon, he, Look how thy word do stand instead, For thou shalt be hanged on main-mast, if thou miss twelvescore one penny breadth, Then Peter Simon gave a shot, which did sir Andrew mickle scare, In at his deck it came so hot, kill'd fifteen of his men of war: Alas, then said the pirate stout, I am in danger, now I see; This is some lord, I greatly fear, that is set on to conquer me. Then Henry Hunt with rigour hot, came bravely on the other side, Who likewise shot in at his deck, and killed fifty of his men beside: Then, out, alas, Sir Andrew cry'd, What may a man now think or say? You merchant-thief that pierceth me, he was my prisoner yesterday. Then did he on Gordion call, unto the top-castle for to go, And bid his beams he should let fall, for he greatly fear'd an overthrow. The lord call'd Horsely now in haste, Look that thy word stand instead, For thou shalt be hanged on main-mast, if thou miss twelve score a shilling's breadth, Then up mast-tree swerved he, this stout and mighty Gordion; But Horsely he most happily shot him under his collar-bone: Then call'd he on his nephew then, Said, Sister's sons I have no mo, Three hundred pound I give thee, if thou wilt to top castle go. Then stoutly he began to climb from off the mast scorn'd to depart: But Horsely soon prevented him, and deadly pierc'd to the heart.
His men being slain, then up amain did this proud pirate climb with speed, For armor of proof he had put on, and did not dint of arrows dread: Come hither, Horsely, said the lord, see thou thy arrows aim aright; Great means to thee I still afford, and if thou speedst, i'll make thee knight. Sir Andrew did climb up the tree, with right good will and all his main; Then upon the breast hit Horsely he, till the arrow did return again: Then Horsely spy'd a private place, with a perfect eye in a secret part, His arrow swiftly flew apace, and smote Sir Andrew to the heart: Fight on, fight on, my merry men all, a little I am hurt, yet not slain; I'll but lie down and bleed a while, and come and fight with you again: And do not, said he, fear English Rogues, and of your foes stand not in awe, But stand fast by St. Andrew's cross, until you hear my whistle blow: They never heard his whistle blow, which made them all sore afraid, Then Horsely said, My Lord aboard, for now Sir Andrew Barton's dead. Thus boarded they this gallant ship, with right good will and all their main, Eighteen score scots alive in it, besides as many more was slain. The Lord went where sir Andrew lay, and quickly thence cut off his head; I should forsake England many a day, if thou wert alive as thou art dead. Thus from the wars Lord Howard came with mickle joy and triumphing; The pirate's head he brought along for to present unto our king: Who briefly unto him did say, before he knew well what was done, Where is the knight and pirate gay, that I myself may give the doom? You may thank god, then said the Lord, and four men in the ship, quoth he, That we are safely come ashore, sith you never had such an enemy: That is, Henry Hunt, and Peter Simon, William Horsely, and Peter's son; Therefore reward them for their pains, for they did service at their turn. To the merchant therefore the king he said, in lieu of what he hath from thee tane, I'll give to thee a noble a day; Sir Andrew's whistle and his chain; To Peter Simon a crown a day; and half a crown a day to Peter's son: And that was for a shot so gay, which bravely brought Sir Andrew down: Horsely, I will make thee a knight, and in Yorkshire thou shalt dwell: Lord Howard shall earl Bury hight, for this act he deserveth well: Ninety pounds to our English Men, who in this fight did stoutly stand; And twelve pence a day to the scots, till they come to my brother King's high land.
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