The Poetical Works of Thomas Chatterton with an essay on the Rowley poems by the Rev. Walter W. Skeat and a memoir by Edward Bell |
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Enter Sir Simon de Bourtonne.[Sir Simon de Bourtonne]
Herald, by heav'n, these tilters stay too long,
My phantasy is dying for the fight;
The minstrels have begun the third war-song,
Yet not a spear of them doth greet my sight.
I fear there be no man worthy my might.
I lack a Guid, a William to entilt.
To run against a feeble-bodied knight,
It gets no glory if his blood be spilt.
By heaven and Mary, it is time they're here.
I like not idly thus to wield the spear.
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