Shine Hee suddanlie with Sacred furie glows His Soule cleiv's throw the ten fold orbs in fine And from sole Maiesteis bright Glorie drow's Her all celestial Sacred food divine A Sun like brightnes on his forehead grow's A schining luster from his eies furth sent A firie glance of goldlyke Blandishment First thow said hee the Rampand Lion tyis Wha wandering from his Den goes farre a stray Intrap'd in snaires and foraigne subtilteis Whoe erst subdew'd all prays becums a pray To craftie subtill Foes yet doth arise With glorious Triumph to their greate decay And hee whoe scornd a strainger sould command Now yeelds his Neck to thy victorious hand Heir saillis the Schip wheirin thy young Sone sitts Slyceing the vaus of Azur trembling plains And wafts into a forren land that fitts For greennish youth wheir all delight Remains Whill heir sterne warrs remorsles furie fretts And tears oure Bowells a shunder strip's oure vaint Yet this blist bark oure Jason brings from Greece And of sweit Peace brings home the Golden Fleece But lo heir cums the loftie coach-man doune That after him draw's furth suche lamps of light Such Jems such Pearels and Jewells for the crune Such Ornaments such onlie rare delight That Sun like schyns with evir blest renowne And all from Po to Gangis feiris their might Yea and him self his chairge so weil discharges Earths sole Impire Joue for his Seed enlarges Then cums â—hat holie Prince Graue wise and old That for his children murning still laments Whoe 's spotles life heirby the Swans foretold His thoghts and looks the Eagill still presents For lo his Eies bent vpwards still behold Fixt on his Phebus the one trine Essence Hee for his children plains to Ioue abowe Whoe shall regaird his looks his life his love Heir cums that Prince of wrongfull Boundage frie Who that myld Virgin iustice did releace From that wild Monster raiging Tirannie And sett her frie to all his happie race Hee rewels the land with laues and equitie In Whoe 's blist regue flous knawlege welth and Grace Of Iustice in his hand hee holds the heid Whois splender striks all malefactors deid Heir monted doth that valiant Prince advance Whoe 's heavin-wrocht lance his enemies ov'rthrouis In whome shal schine pure virtues radiance Rais'd vp on hie by Ioue gainst all his foes The ravening wolf hee foilles with Temperance And the trew Path to treew Religion shois Moueing his subiects hearts their minds and all Greate Ioue to feare and on his name to call Now in thy time quod he shall heir arriue A worthie knight that from his natiue land Shall flie becaus he brauelie shall deprive In glorius fight a knight that shall with stand Thy Praises deu whill he doth thee descriue Yea ewin this knight shall with victorious hand Come heir whoe 's name his Seid shill eternize And still they virteus line shall sympathize From this great man shall one far greater spring Whom fortune fair and fate shall stil attend Bellona fearce and Venus myld shall bring Laurells from Mars but to greate loue shill send A Garland ritche sprung from this worrthie King Whose royall Stem vnto the endles end Of his greate line their Tempels sall adorne With neuer setting ever rysing morne For lo the Daughter of this worthie * Prince Sall wed this knight thts Lord of heigh renowne Whose hight whose greatnes and whose excellence Whose Schulders seims ane Atlas to the crowne Of him shall come that mightie Lord whoe thence Shall go and proud rebellious Danes beat doun He to obey his Princes great commaud Shall tak this bold and wightie chairge in hand An Armie and a Nauie he shall bring ou're thetis glassie montans groundles Deip Vnder his wings that disin throned King Shall go whose crowne rebellious Danes still keip Ou're all these northern worlds his name sall ring Terror in Eurie Ear whill he doeth steip His sword in their most valiant Princes blood Whose might his all-commanding will gane stood And to his wounted height that King shall raise And Inthroneize him in dispight of foes With fame With glorie and with endles praise He shall returne vnto his land but lose When he hath spent in honors height his dayes Fauord by heau'ne fred from vntimlie Woes Of him discending shal a Greater ryise And lift his Glorie farr aboue the Skyis He shall this land Gouerne Protect defend â—rom forangne force from home-bred Ciuill broille And the Emperiall swey shall swet lie bend Whill the right heyre is Yung in these great toille Eune the most christian king sall seu in end For his greate freindschip and his favor whills To Dignitie aloft he shall him rear Thus sall his greatnes schyn both heir and their Nor yet this Prince allone shall be the last That shall surmount his Predicessors farr But this great famelie shall spred so fast As England shall in'uy that such a Starr Schot from their sphere hath their cleir lichts surpast And like a comet blazing blood and warr Streams furth their beams that eche wheir purge from error And warmis their freinds but burns their foes with terrâ—â— This famous line shall floorish more and more Greate Columns faire rare Pillars of the crowne Ritche ornaments that shall the land decore Sune-glistring-lights with euer blisd renowne Heaune blazing lamps whoe 's flame from virtues storâ— Brings oill wheirin they hell-bred Hydras drowne But leave we them and of thy royall race Show heavins-rare blessings greatnes hightâ— grace Then comes that Serpent berar furth in view In base borne venamous blood to much delighted Our all the land their poysoned goir they spew And all his weill borne subjects much affrighted Wheirof greate harme greate vengance doth ensew For those foull Beasts of eche so much dispighted Shall be the caus of this greate Princes fall Their Poison so infects heart minde and all And Archer like the nixt doth martche on foot Amidst his armie rashlie to persew His craftie fo'es whill his brave minde to stout Shall scorne the Counsal of his subjects trew Their shall vnwars this war-like Prince no dout Be lost whoe 's want thow Scotland long shall rew For lo too soone his sone of glorie Bright Is chok'd with mists of feats vntimelie Night And heir behold that Magnanimious King Most iust in peace most valorus in warr his royall Scepter bravelie managing Whoe 's glorious fame shall pears all Europs ear From him fair Beuteis faerest floure shill spring Whom heir you sie sett in a royall chear And their her dangling golden locks intreyld Much these have blist her but much more her child The Argument The south and North crownes ioynd by that great King Who of all Kinges hea'uns blissinges most embrace His works his witt heauens care him saâ—f to bring To happie and his two rair impes of grace In whom hess bles'd more then in anye thing By warr the youngest
valor their deserts Oure Elders mounted vp to honors Throne When Rudelie They Opposd their Arm 's and Arts In Belgia fair against this foe alone Such prais they wan beneth those temp'red Clim's As maks them famous to Eternall Tim's Indeed such praise and Glorie great they wan As these whoe 's grevous wrong's they cam to right Ingratelie and Vnnat'rallie began T'Invy thair greatnes and to feare their might How soone their Suord freed them of fo's eu'ne then Of them they make a Massacre by night And as a sad Remembr'aunce of this Acti'on Scots onlie gwards their king for satisfaction O had you foght your contreies honor still As those for honor from theier contrey came Your golden praise had gilt my rusty quill And with perfumes had fir'd my sacred flames But now my wofull song kinde Eies may fiil With teates and harts with sorrow for the same For had the Scots trew to themselues rem aind Long-shanks had not soe great a glory gain'd But O why am I thus with passion led For pardon curteous Reader must I sue Earths brauest Prince wee left within a shade Who hauing made a period did renew His woefull historie and thus he saied Now doth our endles tragedie ensue The Scots wee left still fighting at Dunbarr Them-selues against themselues O curel warr The rest of wofull Scoots that did remaine Perceauing this new losse and sodaine chaunge They fainted yet they fought for to obtaine That honour which their fellows did infringe Each one thus by his second selfe was slaine While as the English smils at such reuenge And thus whem nought but death to Scots ensue They yeald to Fortune not to Valor trew Now onlie English Edward was Renownd all yeelds to him and to his fortuns Rare He with our Auntient Diadem was Crown'd To him the Princes of the land Repaire Whill Baleoll in seas of sorrows Drownd By english Scots was broght in blak dispair Before great Edward when he did deny All title Right and soveraguitie Thus Edward made a conquest of oure crowne And homage did Requyre of all the lande Which sundrie Lords and Princes of Renowne Refus'd nor wold they yeeld to his demand And while the wrathfull heavins lookt mildlie dous They for a space wold flie his vengfull hand Wheirfore two hundreth yeowths he with him leâ— These were the first borne son'â— of those that fled Th'Imperiale Treassour hence he did convoy With all the Iewells of oure Diadem Oure antient monuement's he did distroy And from all time to blot the Scottish name He burnt with fyit what ere we did enjoy Wreits Books and works and to augment our shame The marbill chear oure oldest Monument He reft away wheiron these lyns were pent Ni fallat fatum Scoti quacunque Locatum Invenient lapidem Regnare tenentur Ibidem If fatall desâ—eines be trew the scots shall find this stone And wheirsoew'r They find the same their they shall Regne allow King Edward thus of all our welth possest And all wheir to we did good Right pretend To curâ—e toun a garesone addrest And to each Strength his captains did he send And english lords did in the land invest Of those that to his Scepter wold not bend Thus long we leu'd in care in wo and sorrow that alway did augment from day to morrow In this tyme lew'd a worthie valiant knight Most fortun at who Wallas heght to name Wallas by wit by valor fate and might Who Scotland thrise from Bondage did Recleame His coadherent in that cause of right Was that braue Mare of men the val'aunt grhamâ— Both fortunat and famous both wheirby Tho dead They Liue to all Eternitye Scotland the fourth tyme was in thraldome broght After good Wallas had relev'd it thrice When him betrayde by that accursed thought Of fals Monteith the English did surprise Eu'ne curst manteith by heauin's for vengence wroght By fortun fate and cruell Desteneis His Nations shame lyns blot and Cuntreis scorn By furies broght from hell or he was borne Whoe 's lawles act whoeis leud and haetfull name Polluts my virgin vn-polluted ryms Yet theese so calld As faultles I reclaime Thoght I vnfold his neu'r concealed cryms Let them not greive at me nor at his shame If they leiue spotles to Eternall tims I blame the Man but not the lyne discendit The deide but not the name is reprehendit Poore Scotland thus in all calametie While Bondage like ane Earth-quaik Rents the state Assunder quyte and still oure Infamie Incressing by the Means of priuat hate Oure selfs amongst oure selfs divided be Which maks this vncouth straunge and new debait Comfussion thus cast doun from heavins above Doth still Increase and can not yet remove Much I lamented this my cuntries wo And oft desird to remedie the same Till fortun heau'ns and fate at last did sho A meane to blaze abroad my secret flame To mak the variows wondring world to kno My great desire my Countreis will to frame Yet fortuns frowns on mydesigne sattendid And hevi'ne was with my rash attempts offendâ—â— The cumin euer Infamous for that crime Of mee a secret Parle did require And thus he said now fortun fits the Time whâ—irin thy right may to the crowne aspyr The variws myn lâ— beneth this variws clime Do now more stedfastlie them selfs Retire Wissing their curst allegaince now were broke Yet groane they still beneth the English yoke What glorie great the warrlike Scots haue woon From age to age all time can witnesse beare Scots onely keeps a free vnconquer'd croune Scots onely gaue the mighty Romans warre At whom beg'd peace the Romans of renoune Was 't not the valiant Corbred they did feare Who but the Scots the valiant Pichts subdu'd And warrlike Danes whose force seau'n times reneud But we eu'ne wee degenerat and bare Doe challenge yet from them our blood our being Tho prostitute to infamie and care Our selues eu'ne with our selues still disagreeing For courage feare for worth wit dispaire To vice inclining still from vertue flying Thus haue wee made our selues a woful praie Vnto our Foe ne're siene before this day Where is becom our Elders vallerous harts Their deeds their virtue and their conquering sword Their dignities their office place parts Their victories with Monuments decoird Their auntient Armes woone by their braue deserts Can these noe good noe strength noe wit afford No no I sie wee faint wee feare wee fall From honour Greatnes Libertie and all Yet that we may at their desertes but aime As those who shold inherit them by right Rise thou in Armes thy right for to reclaime My selfe my power my strength and all my might Shall follow thee my race and all my name Shall with Victorious Armes maintane the fight Giue me thy lande but when the Crown is thine Or for thy right therof Receaue thou mine Soone to these sugred words I did accord And then betuixt vs two a band was made That when I to the Crowne
to vew What they by valor wroght doth nixt enseu The Argument The warlick Douglase on his iournay goas Wheir his most loued Lord did him command He finds a deing knight that sadlie shoes A tale most Pitifull to vnderstand Which dooth a wofull Iniurie disclose Wheir of he vous reuenge and in that land He knou's a knight who is counsall doth obtane Douglase cheif strength the English bands ar slaue Caput 7. FAir fortuns knight that erst had tane in had The cuntrie al about to vieu and sie And all the fois designs to vnderstand whē titanes spous with purple wings forth flie The golden barrs heaunis siluer gates vpbà d She straight vndois when with dreid majestie On silver pauid heauins her Lord of light Rolls forth his golden whils and chareot bright The weestern lands in clouds of night enrold From shaddow is dark of death he doth releas When as the earle so strong so stout so bold Brings foorth his troup weill armd and thence a pais He marcht ou'r daells hills vaills and forrests old And paissaige frie he finds in eue rie place For being oft encountred by his foes Fair victoorie still foreward with him gois This conquering Lord thrie dayis surth Iournay't right When in a wod hard by a riuer side They sadlie hearea wofull groning knight Forth throu the grous to him in haist thy ride Who deidlie woundit lay a wofull sight His gorie blood the flourie verdir dyit The erle with pitie sadlie him desoght What murtherers that cruell act had wroght He weaklie leans his head vpone his hand Wan was his face paile death haith dim'd his sight An holow sound his deing voice yet fand These words he braethed faintlie as he might Ah shall the conquerd conquerours with stand When eu'ne them selfs against them selfs still fight Ah heauins thy wrath procur'd doth nou discend Ah Scotts your name fame glorie nou must end In Douglas duelt I kennedie I hight My wife a ladie was allace too fair To fair allace my sorrous doth indight Her too chaste mind was frought with virtues rai◠In her was all my ioy all my delight With her remaind my heart my thought my cair Yea she me also lou'd as much and more She me esteimd all earthlie ioys before A hundreth soldiers and a captane bold In Douglas strongest castell doth remane These hath the land in all mischeiff inrold Which nou by wrong to clifford doth pertane By wrong vsurping Edwards gift and gold whill the right heyre deferrs his right to gane And all the land obeys this captains will Ether in right or wrong in good or Iil One day hee chancd my ladie for to vew Whill she one diuine seruice did attend Whill as enamord straight of her he greu Whom not enioy't death wold affectioun end Freindship hevrg't on me thus did enseu Tuixt mee and him greate loue but still he faign'd For all his freindship was for to desceaue me And of my cheifest ioy for to bereaue me Such freindlie loue he seim'd to me to bear Confermd with words with vous with oaths not feu That my too trustie mind could noway fear From such fair sugrad words decept t'inseu But lo he whisperd in my ladeis ear That I to her did bear a mind vntrew By this one Slight to winn his soot he tryit When by all vther means he was denyit No head to this fond taill at first she took At last he vrg'd so far he taks on hand She should it sie her eie theiron should look Prouiding that she wold but cloisllie stand And nothing wold beuray to his rebook Wheit to she yeilds at last which erst I fand Then foorth into a Groue he did her bring Our which a mightie clisted rock did hing Neir to my house this quiet walk dothly By which a cleir swist runing riuer glyds A Sister hath my ladie neir hand by That with her sire a graue old knight abide For her the captane seimd in loue to dy When Pensiue oftentims allone he rids He hants my house and yet no Ill I deim'd His virteus worth I still so much esteim'd Whill oft he pensiue seimd and sad with greif I much desird the caus thereof to kno Oft wishd I to his woi's to find releif When after greate and much Intreatie lo He so disgueis'd his thoghts that to be breif He made me to beleiue his ceasles wo Proceids from ladie Anns fair beauteis beame For so my ladeis sister heght to name I pitied him and glad of this his loue Promeisd his sute should cunninglie be wrought For which in sacreit I her mind wold proue This he allous for this was all he soght But praied I to my wife sould nothing moue Nor she nor any els shuld know his thoght But trist her to that secret Groue I should And their allone to moue her if I could When night driu's day doun from the westerne lands Eu ' ne then he brings my ladie foorth to vieu Wheir I and her fair sister cloislie stands Within a Groue of bussis thik that greu My Aarms Imbrac't I gript and wrong her hands And of these words I softlie did reneu Thow then most worthie fear not lou's annoy Be secreit still and thou shall all enioy This hard my ladie like to burst for greif Tortred with burning love and cold disdane Whilst I poore Soule knew noght of this mischeif Whiche to aquite my paines he doth ordane Yet to his loue this finds him no releif Her spotles name for this she wold not staine But closlie heapes her pane her greif her woe In her poore heart till it sould burst in two As dooth a neu fresse strong and mighte wyne Perse throw and burst his vessell ould a shunder So wold her sorrous split her heart in twyne So oft she wishd to fall her Burden vnder But hee that could not worke with this Ingine His lust to furie turn'd almost ô wonder Yet loth by force to work this cruell fate Lest hee were thoght of all the most ingrate Not that he cair'd for creder faith or fame But that he fear'd some fatall punishment Whill as his passion birneth so extreame As if it lested death wold all preuent For seiknes doth him quite from health reclame His vitall pour's a burning ague spent Wheirwith he seimd tormented so indeid As his disease all humane panes exceid Such greif for his diseas I did conceaue And such the loue was I to him did beare Of food of rest of sleip did me bereaue Nor can I half expres my louing feare One day I hapt of his diseas to craue The ground or caus wich long I could not heare Ah if your health were in my pou'r said I Or that my life with death your life might by Doe then to mee your Sorrous all declare That if I can both wold and should reliue you Hope helith woe wisdome our cums dispare And counsall can remeid all paines that greiue you By
he threats threatning deis The captains Brother thristing for reuenge Thrusts throu the throng and to the Prince he hyis Wrath from his eies foorth sparkled lightning straunge And with an Angrie voice he sternlie cryis Ah villans you your credet thus infreinge Ah soldiers you no soldiers thus that seis Your captane slane ah now returne yow neuer You Fasards wretches Outcasts curst for euer Waik feble faint for horse for sword or spear More fit for iron toolls then Armour bright Your heads Breists baks should hauie burdens bear No helms nor sheilds should you adorne with light In curage place is entred shame and fear No hope is left but in your feit and flight In darkest night your cheifest strenth abyds Darknes your shame your feare and faintnes hyds And full of raige for eu'rie word a stroak He gius oure Prince whoe 's sword bears eurieble And whill he yet enraig'd wold more haue spok He cuts his words and with them cuts in two His Iaws on him death spreads his mistie cloak He on his brother falls whoe leiuing lo Him doth imbrace both kish both soules remoue O! Pitie great O! Blesd O! wandrous love Now foreward rushd this single Campioun stout And maks such hauock alway wheir he goes As Boreas when he has blasted out His storms of Herbs Treis Beists and Foulls the foes Or as the raiging Floods that rore and rout Gainst Rooks or Thunders that heigh Tours doun throes As Earthquaks threat to burst the eairh a sunder His force so shaks thois bands O Strenth O wonder Whill thus he kills and driu's them bak by force And all their bloes vn-harm'd vn-hurt sustaind Horse bruisd their Maisters whill he treds the horse In and beyond the stream they all remaind Forst doun with might the passage quite they lose When lo the armie cums and quiklie raind A storme of swords whill trumpets roaring blast Warr's thundring tempests foorth with lightning cast Death horror murther feare Greif sorrou Paine Came fare before and with thier tallons wide Sease on their hearts and chilid in eurie vaine Their vitall Breath that fleis it self to hide Nou ar they so benoum d that scarce remiane Strenth for to flie Or force for to abide Some flee some fall some droun dispaird allone Eche vther hurts for haist for to be Gone The Prince by this of al his foes was cleird And setts him doune vpone a stone to rest Sueat on his face Blood on his arms appeird His breath was short faint heat his hairt opprest Wearie his arms his hands so stiflie steird He could not weild his sword which he possest And lo the sword did seeme no sword at all So blunted was the Edge and hack't so small By this his Troups were come vnto the place And for him calls and for him loudlie cryis But when they fand him when they kneu his face In heaps they run to feid their longing eies And doun they fall his feitt for to imbrace With thanks and praise to God they rend the skeis That hee allone overcums a thousand foes They doubt who wonders most or most reiocs They find the captaine and his Brother slane And fiftein more ly wallowing in their blood Some English were some Scotts who felt the pane They gane who gainst their king and cuntrie stood In Gallowoy these Troups did all remane Holding that cuntrie in great feruitude They took King Edwards pay their captane bold Broght them in hope of gane praise Glorie gold But the Lord hay and vthers graue and wise Against his rashnes bitterlie did chide Quod they what proue you in this interprise No Generall nor no captane Prince nor Guide In whoe 's deir lose en'ne all oure losse nou lyis Nor ours allone but all this all beside Ah should you not to mind oure natioun call That but for yow no natioun were at all Allace do you of Glorie so at count That It to gane ane Empire you wold lose Nor can you not to endles glorie mount But to all dangers you yourself expose In vaine poore valor doth for Glorie hount If noght for Goode of wisdome he maks choise Be wise deare Lord since of our croun and camp You ar the head the heart the life the lamp He litle answere to these speeches made But said he forcd was ether fight or flee Now to the camp triumphand waies they ryid Whil day shuttes furth his siluer hornes on hie Fame flees oure all on Warr's winges sanguine reid And stroues the seid of this great victorie Which back vnto the camp brought manie skore Who crost with fortunes bad hade fled before Edward the bold in Lennox nou remiand And with thrie hundreth did that land subdeu Who hearing what his brother late hade gaind Returnes vnto the campe with all his creu The Douglas with his traine that late obtaind His oune cheef strenth which last he ou'r threu Heares that the Clifford had with wondrous care Reedified the bulding much more faire And left a warr-like man a valiaunt knight To keep the hold with him three hundreth strong And he who thus commanded Thirswall hight A man who hade in warre experience long Yet wold the Douglas needs essay his might And to the world make knowne his right their wrong To sixtie now his traine augmented werre With those he wold essay the chance of warre The Argument An English visard with great arte foreshowes The Douglas of spring great to these our daies And how that happie famelie aroise To fortunes height where at the world may gaize The secound time he doeth himself apoise Against his foe and their with endles praise Oure throwes the captain of his cheifest streinth Then back to ead his Prince returnes at leinth Caput 9. NOw with this English captaine did abyde His Vncle old graue learned wise and trew Whoe 's iudgement deep was rairlie deified Highe misteries and secreitts hidd he kneu One day by chance the Douglas he espyde Who thus vnto the Captane quicklie drew From this infused spiriet and flowing minde This Historie by hea'une long since deuinde The righteous heire of that most famous line That shall the Scots ferce natione still adorne To whome and not without right doeth incline These Lordshipes great which Clifford holdes in scorne Who once hath wunn this strength without ingine Whoe 's virtue be no time can be outworne Shall winne the land againe and it posses In vaine wold mightie England him oppres O're him to triumphe ne're shall England bost But victor he shall ouermore remaine He shall not feare to meet their mightie host With his small troupe the gatland still to gaine Whill fortune his attempts hath neuer crost He cloi'd with conquest heir shall croce the maine His Princes vnperformed vow to beare Where infidells his worth shall knou and feare Nought without cause the west shall feare him still Their cheefest nationes force his sword shall tame And all the
Eist his worthie praise shall fill To Ganges soundes the terror of his name But there a dreadful tempest shall him kill Yet of his death none dare the conquest clame His courage fearce shall arme his foes deceat And thus himself subdewes him self to fate Heer silence staies his tounge his speech is crost Both Joie and greef at once his heart opprest Greef for so rare a knight that should be lost Ioy that his death should cure riche Englands pest But now enamord of his worth almost The Caiptaine him intreatts to sheu the rest And needs wold know if heauens should nature will From such a roote to bring such branches still Ah quod his vncle thence doeth greef proceid For as great Joue ordaind ane hatred still Betuixt the serpent and the womans seid So shall his line beare vs and oures il will Whill their ambitious mindes on fame doeth feid Yet heaune shall raise for to with stand this ill A famous race their dreadful wraith to beare Whoe 's worth shall proue right fortunat in warre Now first of him discendes that valiaunt Lord Whoe 's heighe atchiuements shall his foes with stand His victoreis most rare shall be decor'd With valour flowing frome his conquering hand Yet crueltie in him shall be deplord Which hermitage doeth fatallie demand But for his valour worthelie renound Whoe 's deades almost are all by fortune cround Then cums his vnkle whoe 's all matchles brood Seems thundring flammes with fire consumeing breath A new deludge ane ouer whelming floode A storme that nipes our springes fair floures to daith For he like thundring Mars embreud with blood To dreadfull armes shall all his daies bequeath But reuling for his Prince with roialtie Too forwad in his countreies cause shall die His brother bold ane Englishe dame shall beare Whoe 's famous line in wondrous giftes exceids This man a mightie familie shall rare That shall the world astonishe with their deids Which at this time to sheu I will for beare Till thou haue knowne who from the first proceeds Who valiantlie in battell spends his lyif To bring to end his countreies endles stryif Then shall appeir that first great sheining light That dimes thoise blazing stars his heauins bright sune In midst of armes and thoundring warrs dread sight At him is honoures title first begune Conquestes first fruits deoth much ogment his might Penwick his wraith they wealth shall ouer rune And Berwick strong his angers birning fire Shall turne to ashe yet shall not quench his yre His brothers worth shall to all tymes be told Whoise sone shall sore on princelie Egels wings By wertueis rare and valour so extold That he 's preferd to princes lordes and kings In armes his fortune strength and courage bold Shall stryue whoe 's mereits most the muses sings From this faire imp shall spring a faerer tree Whoe 's fruit shall much adorne this familie But o thou Bellicous what man may know Thy verteus mind thy worth and warrlyk deades The brightest lightning of thy workes doeth show Daizling the beames that from thy peers proceides Heauins lampes remoues their painted sirling so To bright Apollos fyrie flamming steids Yea thy rare lyne thy rarest vertues cleames In whom still shynes thy former glories beames The deades of all thy deades doeth ouerturne All fortunes rare thy fortune foylleth still E're victor thow ne'r conquest shall returne And Yorkes proud walls beares witnes of thy skill Lastlie that euer famous otterburne Seals all thy conquests gainst thy countreyes will Whill thow thrice wounded victor sheeds a flood To dy thy latest triumphes with thy blood Thy valiant brother shall to the succeid Whose aufull looks presageth wrath t'insewe With him shall fortune lyk vayes furth proceid And Lintone battell shall his prais renewe But o his sone shall all that aige exceid In witt and courage strength and valour trewe To princelie steat in Europs gairden faire He shall be reasd and honours great shall beare Yet all in vaine since fortune proud heath sworne The worlde shall build no trophe to his neame Nature doeth him with such reare gifts adorne That shee invying cuts the wings of feame He tryes hir fauour oft but she doeth scorne His sute and doeth hit fauour quyt recleame Thus he whom nature freames for gloreis throne Fortune throues donne for fate to treed vpone Then cumes that lordlie Erle whoe 's pourfull might Is both suspect and feard and vist more small Whoe 's race once run his sones with out all right Most frie the vay to rule by their great fall Which turnes the Scotts calme day to stormmie night Whoe 's tempest threats the kingdome croun and all Yet he that must succed shall flie mischeif And vislie to his End conceall his greif This starr gone doune ane other doeth appeir Whose bolde minde feeds the flame of martiall fire Yet shoots furth beams illustred white and cleire Which shows to warre or peace a like desire At Honours croune he aims though ner'e so deare His conquering looks presageth martial Ire To honours great he shall his breether raise But he offends his prince who ends his daies His brother then inrag'd vpbraids there King Whose minds bursts forth a storme of desolation What he heapd vp in silence forth they bring A flood of warre a fearful invndation That wel might choake their foes or'e flowing spring But vented wrong flowes to their Princes starioun Yet this hudge flood eu'ne in the height shall turne And of a boundles Ocean seeme a burne For with the wecht of their owne heauie swey The currents swiftest motione they recal Their too too loftie mindes doeth mount so hie That skoarchd with Phaebus beames to earth they fall From topes of touring cloudes in warres bright skie Their smook euanishd throne dissolues and all For why the heauens ordaines no force of men To rouse the lordlie Lion from his den Yet their deserued fall shall not be such As shall extinguishe that most famous line Nor darkine shall their wounted glorie much Nor yet their former greatnes shall decline Tho pryde o'rethrowes whom ere he hapes to touche But they be vertue shall their thoughtes confyne Within the limites of their former worthe Wherin they stretche their friutfull braches forth Yet ends this reace their roume the secound lyne Obteanes and brings their wertues from the graue The first in worth and wounderous deads shall shyne If he from Shrosburre him self can saiue Nor shall his sone to anie vice inclyne But of dew praiss suift tyme shall him dissaue Whoe 's secound sone shall to the world bring furth A famelie of much redoutit wourth But to beare vp that hous lo one appeares Cled with the light of bright Auroras rayes Whoe 's great experience and whoe 's aiged yeares His Prince reiectes and still at Flouden staves With whom he leaues thrie sones him self reteires
found In the greate North and sie that you defyle With blood and warr great Europs greatest Iile Mak Englands King to forge some causes new To keip the right which he by wrong hes got Tell him that heau'ne ordains him to renew Sinns iust reward vpon the sinfull Scot Mak English all with deadlie hait persew The Scots their onlie antient foes by lot The onlie blok that euer bears them doune From all their greatnes Glorie and renoune Thus edge them on It were greate lose great shame If they vnto their wonted greatnes rise Your strength allone was neuer so extreame To mak them once to shrink nor could deuise By slight or might to droune their famous name Till now that loe them selfs them felfs defyis And what you swords before could neuer doo Their swords haue doune and winn them selfs to yow So that yow sie heau'ne fauors your intent With these and vther your intendit slight Arme them with pride hate Anger discontent And moue the Scotts still gainst them selfs to fight For lo I sie Joue doth his wrathe relent And minds to raise the Scotts to greater might For in that famous Bruce and in his lyne They must be blisd and ou'r all Europe shyne Though what great Joue decrees we can not mend Yet may we oft delay th'intendit blise Which he ordains vpon fraill man to send Since sluggish man by Nature cairles is And wee may moue him thankles to offend And oft to disobey his law I wish For man is fleshlie geu'ne to foull delight And God is alway pure cleir holie right Since wee of all the damned heyres as cheiff And has no longer tyme from Torments frie Then till the cup be full of Gods hote greiff And that greate day of his fierce wrathe wee sie Then with the soules which now without releif We still torment shall wee tormented be And which is worse oure pains shall neu'r be spent Whill we oure selfs must still oure selfs torment Then heauins decree to stay oure strength is small Yet heaueing tyme we may not tyre of Ill Since what we wold that can we not at all Do what we may we may not what we will At these his words Invy and malice swell With murdring hate their breists with venom fill And vp they flie to view days glorious light Bringing Mischeif Greif horror warr dispight Arriuing heir they fill eche Godles heart With anger raige Mischeif pride hate inuie Then to the camp they hie to vse their airt But their vane Slight the nobler sort descrie Whill grace loue wisdome with their worths desert Did dreiue them thence in endles infamie Yet in the basser sort great pou'r they winne Throu whoe 's faint hearts dispair feir danger rune Greate bands of these by their deceat they dreu Who stelling from the camp by night doth flie And still these feinds to their fant minds doth shou For hoped Conquest shamefull Infamie Ther former lose remembrance lets them knou Which oft repeated maks their hopes to die These words they murmur still them selfs among On shamefull death shall we attend so long Allace what strength what might what pour'r haue we Ritch England warlick Schotland to ganestand May not oure Lord behold his infamie And in the glas of former works haue scand That gainst his will heaunis bend their iust decrie Earth scorns to build a Trophee for his hand Fate to his fall his frouning fortun brings Heauen earth fate fortun all crose his desings Heauins neuer yet did feuour his intent Earth neu'r lookt for conquest at his hand Fate neuer fraimd his will to find content And fortun neuer lik't of his demand Fair victorie her cheifest wealth has spent On his proud foe whoe conquering doth command Vs all if got like robbers hangd to bee Thus we 'r but outlawes to his maiestie With Greif and sorrou pane and trauel sore We hunger-sterud Amidst the montansly Oure frends still aid oure foes and which is more Eu'ne oure oune natioun vs with scorne defie Thousands that rose in oure defence before Now with oure foes gainst vs ther forces trie Whill wee that noght but shame and want doth gane Attend on hope and still attend in vane Why stay we then to immitat their flight Whoe with our foes abide in wealth and ease No let vs render vp this camp but fight And giue our Lorde to vse him as they please Or if noght this then let vs flie by night And yeildinge to our foes their wrathe appease This laste opinioun eache approueth so That eu'rie night in troups away they Goe Thus wroght blak Plutos messingers their will And now to worke the rest of their mischeife Braue Pembroks ear with these glad neus they fill And fills his warrlik mind with raige and greif To mak an end of warr they show him still That now he may at ease without releif His waikned foe of forder hopes depriue Quite ouerthroune or kild or tane aliue Then fed with hope he doth an armie raise Of Scotts and English neir ten thousand strong Whoe 's minds with hate and with desire of praise They do inflame nor stay they those among But heir and their throgh all the land they gaise Subiects to find whereby to work more wrong At last of lorne that cruell Lord they find And vnto new reuenge they stirre his mind To nev reuenge of his deir cusings blood Greate Cummernald whom Bruce before had slane He to this warr brings foorth fiue thousand good And to greate Englands generall ioins amane Thus foreward prikt with hope and hatfull mood They brauelie martch ou'r hil ou'r daill ou'r plane Whereof our Gallant noght at all did kno So spedelie and secretlie they go Now of fiue hundreth thrise with him remaind Thrie hundreth scant the rest war fled and gone Whereof he oft and secretlie complaind Yet wise lie in him self conceall'd his mone But nou his scouts by trauell that obtaind A sight of their Proud foe return anone And to him bring those wofull neus at last Whoe 's sound from eare to eare right sadlie past The relicts small of his forsaeken host Wheir all about him standing in a round Whill as bold Edward thus did him accost My Lord and brother let not this confound Your noble thoghts tho numbers quite be lost In this small band must all your hops be cround Tho fortun beare your iust desings aurie She can not let vs brauelie for to die Will is it knowne since first we Armour tooke When in oure cuntreis cause we swore to stand That euer since wee suffred haue rebooke Nor fortun once wold fauour oute demand With shame and lose oure Frends vs all forsooke Oure soldiers seing noght but lose at hand Haue left vs Cowards worthie not to breath That we may look for nothing now but death Yet sall it neu'r be said nor sein nor knowne That in oure latest hour we shrink or flie No let oure hearts oure hands and al