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
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
the West When both did seem of Conquest to dlspait And yet the Knight vnknowne wes lustiest His Curage and his strength did still repair For as a loytring Slaue in Lasie rest Has spent the day that for his Task should care And tho to lait at last to work doth stand Repenting that he took so much in hand Ev'ne so the straunger Knight did ferslie flie Against his Foe with Vn-resisted Might And thogh indeed he some what Stronger be His Breath induring Longer yet in fight The Douglas did that want with art supplie For holding forth his Suord and Sheild outright He geuards him self and bears the others Blo's Now Out now in now heir now thair he goes Both breathles now both forc'd a while to staie Botth leane upon their swords a while to rest The vnknow'ne knight thus to himselfe did saie Ah foolish man with madnes thus possest Thy labor 's great great pains great workes to daie With sorrows new new woes new cares increast Heated by heavin by faits Long Coorst ere borne Proud Fortune holds Thy heighe attempts in skorne Thy foile thy shame and thy disgrace receau'd Not onely thou but all the world doth know Fond man of non but of thy selfe deceu'd What vallor canst thou boast what strength can show O thou eu'ne thou who once a kingdom crau'd Ah folly great â—h great presumtion lo Ah shame thate're thou shold'st be sien or knowne Vanquish'd by one ou'rcom and overthrowne But so the Fates and so the heavin prouids That thou thy strength and weaknes might perceave To Errors gross Thy foolishe Mind Thee guids Which to abait what doth Remaine to Crave Lost is thy Crowne lost be thy frends besids Chaisd from thy kingdome hunted like a Slave And savadge-like thou liu'st on herbs and Root 's In Deserts wild those of thy panis at fruits Then fertill Scotland fair Adew for Ay Good was my will and great was my Desire On thy blacks Hemispheare to bring the day And to Restore Thy Friedome Crowne Impire But to my fond Attempts the heavins said nay Whill Thou' rt counsumd by Jov's wraith hot as feire Now wo is Mee for my owne wois I say not Bot O Thee fain I wold remeid and may not The Douglas also was perplexed so For still him self Condem's him self of folie Art thou returnd from France quod he to sho Thou vow'd thy Syrs revenge A vow most holie This mighâ—ie Task when thou should vndergo Thy first Attemp Thy shâ—me returneth sollie Why then fond man if thou be oueâ—rthrowne Yeild not but Die and keip thy vow on-knowne And if the heavins decree Thy Ouerthrow And that thy vow must still be vnperfected Yeat who the Victor is faine would I know If but a priuate man then I dispit it But if his praise Fame eu'rie where doth blow Then on my graue these lines shal be ind tit Though chaunce and fortune made him loose the fild He merits praise whose courage scorns to yealde Where are my Predecessors deeds of old Which like a walâ— impregnable did stand And did like Pillers firme strong vphold The wâ—ale the peace saftie of the land Though non of those I boast yet am I bold The worthie name of Scot for â—o demaund Whereof so manie Worthies still proceeds As makes their Contrey famous by their deeds Yea and this present Age augments our Fame With warrlik knights that al the world admires As machles Wallace and the ualiant Grhame The worthie Bruce most glorious that appears If one of those it were lesse were my shame My credit more and more my fortune cleers Therefore to cleere this doubt he thought it beâ—t His speech shold thus be to the knight addrest Stout hardie valliant man at armes quod he Before our combar end I pray thee show Whom I ou'rcom or who ou'rcommeth me Since non of vs the quarrel yet doth know No quod the other Sir that may not bee For that you made the challenge first and so As challenger your cause must first be know'n The Douglas answer'd that shall soone be showne Vnles I err you are an English knight I ame a Scot and in defence will stand Of Scots free libertie and auntient Right So long as I can bear a sword in hand It may be so quod he but in my sight You are too weake alone for to withstand So great a taske craues more then one I feare Against great Edward if you mind to warre Quod Douglas tho I be alone yousie I were enough for to Revenge Oure harms If I had Edwarde heir as I have Thee Al tho the Matchles Bruce with Conquering Arms Has thousands Mo whoe 's valors worth shall flie For dreed Revenge with Trumpets Loude alar'ms Throgh all the Regions of the English soill And havok mak with Rewin blood and spoill Yet know an other Querrell for Oure fight And my iust Caus which lust revenge requiers My Syre that somtime Erel of Douglas hight In Edwards prisson spent his Aged yeers And their he deid by wrong without all Right Whoe 's guietles blood Blood-guiltie Edward beers For whoe 's sad Death eu'ne Th'ou thy life must lois And with these words he thunders on the Blo's Hold hold quod he stay thy revenge for schame I am thy frend no foe nor English I I am that Lukles Bruce whose haples Name Thou dus so much Exalt and magnifie Whose froward Fortun fate and far-knowne fame Is turn'd disgrace to all eternitie At these sad words the Douglas stood and gazed Blushing astonisht speichles and amazed At last he falls before the warlik Prince And says my gratious Soveragne thou may Pardon my hastie fault my Rude offence Or my Death-worthie Crime with death Repay That Durst offend Thy worth thy excellence Ah cursed Tyme Ah blacke and dismall Day No no sweit freind quod he Thy peace enioy Long may Thou liue in spight of fates anoy And thus when he had R aisd him from the Ground He in his Arms him Lovinglie imbrac'd Whoe 's Love and Favour alway did abound And alway did Indure whill life did left Now both their horse agane at last they found And both theme selfe at last from thence addrest Both vows their Cuntries wo's for to Revenge Both to Indur cahe others fortuns strange Together then they ridâ— a plate throughout Til in a forrest faier themselues they fand While night with sable curtens Round about Breaths darknes out or'shaddowing all the land Vppon her lowring brows sate feare and dobt And round about in horror trembling stand The duskie clouds that threts a second flood Such Seas there swelling clusters doth includ Cap. 2. The Argument THe Douglass courteslye Requirs the King For to vnfold the caus of al his Greif Wherby he taks Occassions for to bring To outward vew the ground of this mischief He schews the worthles Bate'â—ls haples Reigne That heapt new woes on woes without releif Braue barwick Lost Scots fall at ods and yeeld Losing Their
should be restord Assisted theirto by the Cumins Aide The Cumin then of Carrik should be Lord This don we both Reioisd and both seimd glad But loe the Cumin traitrouslie repented Ew'n to his endeles Infamie lamented To Englands mightie King the band he send Declairing how that I him would betray Whoe gravelie did advise their with in end I soone was chairg'd to court without delay At mee the King requird if that I kend That band and seall yet did I not dismay But framd my countenance more bold and stout Offe'ring on morrow nixt to cleir the dout My Patrimony for a pledge I left And after to my Innis reteird Anone Our Hemisphere of day was then bereft Whill night spred fourth her sabel wings alone Such fearfull darknes ou'r the Earth she wef't As seimd to say in friendschip now begone Thus secreitlie alone I took my flight Helped by Joue and by the freindlie night Five Tyms had Hesper Titan warn'd away Five tyms agane did Lucifer Apeir Wiueing the glorious standerd of the Day On tops of Touring clouds reid whit and â—eiâ— And cheng'd their sabel hew to siluer gray When fyre Steâ—ds the golden carr drew neir Whill sullen night in towny sutes addrest Did schrink abak and shrewd her in the west When as I then Arriu'd like Fortuns knight Within the confins of oure kingdome old Then presentlie appeard vnto my sight Two valiant knights stout hardie fearce and bold The one wher of my brother Edward hight The vt her fleiming vnto those I told Cumins deceat and how by heau'ns revenger I had escaip'd so imminent a danger Thus tallked wee and thus along we pas Till by good hap a Messinger we met Who after streat Inquerie did confes He was vpone a secreat Message set To Englands King for Cumins busines Whose letters did requyre the King to let Mee soone by death from my revolting Mind Els Scots to mee shold shorthie be enclind Wheir Cumin was we vrgd him to declair Within the Cloister of Drumfreice quod hâ— Thither with restles speid we did repair And in the Church he seimd devotiuslie To kneile for as he sat we kild him their The which I fear his caus'd my miserie For that Jov's sacred hous we thus defild Rashlie with his sin gultie blood so wild Then was I soone receau'd of alas King And on my head I weere the Crowne alone I did a great and mightie Armie bring To rais my state cast doun from honors Throne In whose brave strength good hope I had to wring The reull from Edwards hand and Marching on With dreadfull Terror on the trembling Earth I pitcht my Tenis before the Wall 's of Pearth Whill thus I did my rightfull Claime beginn With warrs sterne shok and Trumpets dreidfull blast My kingdome by victorious Arm 's to winn Trew Scots with my Imperiall standart past The Lion fierce a field of Gold within Which seimd throw th' air agrumling Noise to cast Whose Chaine thus brok made mightie Edward quake Fearing much blood wold not his Fuerie slake But then eu'ne then began my Endles caire My sorrou's great my wo my wrack and all Proud fortun then did all Her frouns prepair Wheirwith she ever siince my hairt do'th gall For then she broght mee with a wondrous snair My Jnfamie my wrak my los and fall A Period long heir made the wofull king Sob's from his Breist send secreit Murmwring Yet in the sad confussioun of his mind This too too sad a Tragedie he told Within the towne of Perth then did we find The English armie with their Captane bold My Sold'ours harts to Battel all inclind Oft darr'd them forth with bravads from their hold But they nor we in warr more wys and warrie Knew by what means to make vs all miscarie The Gen'rall who Sir aymer Vallangs hight A herold send and thus he do'th direct him That day the Sabbath wes he wold not fight But on the Morrow nixt we should expect him And he wold soone abait My pride my might That was so bold thus fondlie to neglect him Yet I not cairing those his vanting words Would answer him with noght but spears and suord'â— Then chusing furth aduantage of the Ground Neu'r doubting that he wold his word infrenge Made all my Camp that eirst no rest had found Refresh them selfs in hope of blest revenge Thus all at rest when eche was sleiping sound No reest I got and which was yet more strainge A kynd of vncouth fear assaild my heart I neids wold ryis and furth I walk'd aparte Now was 't about the dead hour of the night While as the Watch in heavie sleip didly When noys of neighing horssis heare I might And throgh the Air men's voices found neir by I stood amazd till Phebe with her light Piteit my cause and made me to discry A mightie Armie Marching hard at hand As many thryse as those I did command I caus'd sound all arum presentlie Which made them with a showt to hast their pace And with their Drums and Trumpets roaring cry They make a sadd and dreadfull noyse allas Fyve hundreth of my Camp no more had I Yea those half arm'd with saintnes fear Embrase The rest were sleiping kild some fled along For lo oure foes wer tuentie thousand strong And nat'rall Scots the greatest parte of those Natural said I no most vnnatrall rather For these ew'ne these were still oure greatest foes Most Viper-like and worsh then Vipers ether For vs at last They forst Much ground to lose Freind gainst his freind the Sone against the father I stay'd behind their furie to gainestand Till softlie thence reteir'd my mangled band As Hunters keen that douth a parke enclose To take or slay the staige Deir hynd or hart So were we now en compast by our foes Six and my self the rest were fled a heart All which wer tane thought honor none did lose Eache hardie bold eache bare a valiant part Yet I escap'd out through these Squadron's strong So del't my fate to work my greater wrong Nor was proud fortune thus suffeisd at al With those misluks and these my greuous mo'ns Triumphing on my shame my fate my fall And heaping on a thousand wo's at onc'e But when my brok'ne force I did recall Vniting them for new Invasions I fand seuen tyms as many mo had left me As my fearce foes revenging sword bereft me And yet with those all hopeles hartles faint I forc't was to the Montans for to flie Wheir nothing els but penurie did hant Much trauel paine and sorow suffred we Yet none at all did pitie this oure want Tho we abode for them this miserie And which was wors this Terror did enseue Ev'ne native Scots did most oure liu's persue Ev'ne native Scots my life persew'd indeid Altho for them this task I vndergo Their welth to winn broght all my want my neid Yet for my Love dispight and hate they sho And this
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