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"Bot it is otherwise of ane tame and dantoned horse; gif any man fulishlie rides, and be sharp spurres compelles his horse to take the water, and the man drownes, the horse sould not be escheit, for that comes be the mans fault or trespasse, and not of the horse, and the man has receaved his punishment, in sa farre as he is perished and dead; and the horse quha did na fault, sould not be escheit.
Take a close way home And clap your spurres on roundly. Mod. No place safe for me! This Prince has long armes, and his kindled anger A thousand eyes Make hast and raise the Cuntry. Enter Captn & Soldiers. Cap. This was a narrow scape; he was ith' feild, sure. Sold. Yes, that was certaine he that ridd of by us, When we stood close ith' brakes. Cap. A devill take it!
The horses of the countrey go good fourescore versts a day, And all without the spurre, once pricke them and they skippe, But goe not forward on their way, the Russie hath his whippe To rappe him on the ribbes, for though all booted bee, Yet shall you not a paire of spurres in all the countrey see.
A paire of bootes and spurres, and a paire of shooes without spurres. Tho. Spurres. Un. A paire of gray stockins, thick dapple gray stockins, with a belt, to be worne either about my shoulder or about my wast. Tho. Wast. Un. A London Dutch felt without a band, with a feather in't. Tho. Without a feather in't. Un. Tho. Ticktacks.
Aquauitae. By new deuises wonderful quantities may be made here, and therefore to seeke the vent. Blacke Conies skins. To try the vent at Cambalu, for that it lieth towards the North, and for that we abound with the commoditie, and may spare it. Threed of all colours. The vent may set our people in worke. Copper Spurres and Hawkes bels. To see the vent for it may set our people in worke.
Spit on the Stane, and it will be wet at the last. Sike lippes, sike Latace. Soon gotten, soon spended. Saw thin, and maw thin. Speir at Jock-thief my marrow, if I be a leal man. Seldom rides, tynes the spurres. She's a foul bird that syles her own nest. Sike man, sike master. Seil comes not while sorrow be gone. Sooth bourd is na bourd. Sike a man as thou would be, draw thee to sike company.
Which victory being gotten, the French earle surprised with pride and triumph, as though hee had conquered the whole earth, would needs forward, diuiding himselfe from the maine hoste, thinking to winne the spurres alone.
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