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 Does it become ſo brave a Knight? Does blood ſo much affright thee? Glengyle ſhall ne’er diſgrace thy ſword, unſheath it then and fight me. Again with young Glengyle he clos’d, intending not to harm him; Three times with gentle wounds him pierc’d, yet never could diſarm him.

Yield up your ſword to me Glengyle: What on is our quarrel grounded? I could have pierc’d thy dauntleſs heart each time I have thee wounded: But if thou thinkeſt me to kill, in faith thou art miſtaken; So if thou ſcorns to yield thy ſword, in pieces ſtraight I’ll break it.

While talking thus, he quit his guard, Glengyle in haſte advanced, And pierc’d his gen’rous manly breaſt, the ſpear behind him glanced! Then down he fell, and cries, I’m ſlain! Adieu to all things earthly! Adieu Glengyle, the day’s thy own, but thou haſt gain’d it baſely.

When tidings came to Lady Ann, time after time ſhe fainted! She ran and kiſs’d their lips, and thus their fate lamented.