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
my love did so all bounds exceid I made my freind my foe becaus their foe Yet whill I seik Their honor wealth and ease They seik my death my fall this foe to pleas Like to that fishe the mightie Whale doth gu'ide From craggie Rocks and shallows throw the Dein In the waist bosome of the Occeane wide The Whale her brood wold fain devoure to keip Her self aliue and yet she stealls aside When she espy's the Monster rest or sleip Brings forth her brood with care to keip them frie But they doe her devour Immediatlie So fair 's with mee that cair's to keip alive My Natioun frie from mightie Edwards Iaw's The greater pairt of my owne subiects strive Who shall devoit mee first with tearing Paw's For lo when to the Montain's I arive Left of my owne and left without a cause The lord of Lorne a mightie armie bring 's To bring my self to end with my design 's Of all my Armie was five hundreth left That took a pairt with mee in weile and wo Which Number few of strength was clene bereft For pining Famein had opprest them so In their paill Face was pailler death ingraft Vpon their wereid lims they fanting go Yet curage did their weikned strength renew And willinglie they wish the fight t'insew Thrice they their fo'es with woundrous strength assaild And thrice agane their deing forces spent Thrie tyms with matchles valor they prevaild Thrie tyms their foes their Number did augment Yea which is most of all to be bewaild Oure foes tho ten too one did still prevent Oure victorie with fresh and new suppleis For one cum's in still as one other deis At last their forces did so much abound That we 're encompasd in on eu'rie syde Whill as dark night ou'r shaddow't all the ground As piteing vs whill she our lose espyde Thrie hundreth lost of my best Knights I found The rest sore wounded fighting still abide Nor wold they once be tane or yeeld or flie But wold their blood revenge and fighting die Yet when I causd to sound a sad Retreat They hewd a passage throw these Squadrons strong Still fighting they Reteir and still their date With valors endles praise thay do prolong At last they entred all a narrow streat On each side streatch'd a mounting rock a long When I by Fortun last of all did stand Them to restraine that wold oure lyves demand Thrie Knights was their mee by my armour knew And were suborn'd before my life to take Who seing mee allone did fast persew Two lights theirby aduantage for to make The thâ—â—d befoir me did the fight renew Whill they mount vp the crags and wins my bak Thus was I sore assaild on ew'rie side But mightie Ioue my saiftie did provide I did of Victorie almost dispair But Iove hev'ne fate and fortun wild not so To end my wrack my miserie my care Preserving me to greater shame and wo To fight whill as the formest did prepair It was my luke to kill him with a blo The one a foot essay'd with mightie force By my one leg to pull me from my horse And in the Stirro'p thrust all his arme wee l nyâ— The third leapt vp vpone my hors behind And thrust his dagger in my side awry Whill as the vther draw's me to the ground But in the Stir'p his arme so bruzed I And with his heills my hors such way has found That he the vse of feit had quyte bereft him Then I cut of his arme and so I left him But now the third that all this time allone Was siurlie set behind me on my hors Did wound me thrice altho not mortall one Whome in my arms at last I straind by force And on my hors befoir I laid him on The dagger then wheirwith he wroght my losse I made to digg a passage throw his hearte And thence his Cursed Soult did sone departe Thus fred of all my soes and frie from danger For all the rest did long before reteir I wandred throgh the Desart like a stranger And of my mangled Band no news could heire So dois a Shipheard sad and wofull rainger That holds the Wolf in chace till night draw neir Then to his flleecie flock returneth back But of their fearfull flight has lost the tracke At last when I a forrest did espy Grim night look't furth with greislie countenance Her smookie breath in duskie clouds doth flie From her paill lip 's and darkned heavins bright glance Ou'r vailling all the earth and azur Sea With shaddow 's dim that dreadfull sights aduance I stray'd a fortnight in this wood vn sterv'd Roots herbs and water still my life preserv'd Wearie at last with feantnes all possest Amongst the Flowrs I layd me doun to prove If my sore wearid Soull could find some rest Since daeth did scorne my wois for to remove Neir wheir I lay from mightie Roks increst A siluer Brook doun tumbling from above With cheirling Murmurs sweit and dulceit sounds Whose Echo from a hollow Pit redounds The treis about me Arbour like did grow With busshie topps and tender twists aloft Whilst Zephyres milde sweit gentle breath did blow The leav's with muttring made a murmor oft That with the bubling of the streame below Had Rock'd my senses in a slumber soft Whill as my Spreit was trubled from above Straunge Aparitions in my Soull did move Mee thought great Fergus did before mee stand With ghostlie looks with fearce and angrie cheir I hard his voice like thunder to demand A compt most sharp of all my labors heir So great a taskas thow has taine in hand With greater pains quod he thy Ioys must cleir Vp then arise this life wold blot thy fame And shuld redound to thy Eternall shame In the waiste bosom of the western laike Of Albion neir Irish montains hore Neptune a pene Insula doth make Stretching his azure arms along the shore Their must thow all thy sorrows quite forsaik And comfort find for all thy greifs of yore Vp then with speid I say and thither go Wheir thow Jov's will and Mercie both shall kno This said through Shaiples air he went away I suddantlie awak't and was agast Yet weyghing weill the sentence he did say I soght my hors in haste and thence I past When as I traveld had but half a day Within that Valey I arriv'd at last Wheir yow I fand thus may yow sie with all How greate misfortuns works my greater fall Then quod the Douglass Sir I yow desire Forget these passions straunge too straung alace Since Fortune now shall change her sad attire And ever after look with cheirfull face An hard beginning to an end aspire Of ewerlasting happines and grace The mightie minds to honor still repare Throw rare difficulties and daungers rare Wheir Fergus Ghost directs their must yow go Winter draws neir heir must yow noght abids Their havin's your fortune fait shall to yow sho Eu'ne vnto
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
Their Sotish heads cut from their trunks I sweaâ— Gainst eurie head a hundreth punds to set And think the dead good seruice to oure state Then wheir the Scotts encamped were they go A guard of horsmen did them their conuoy When greate and worthie Bruce their cause did knâ— He did receaue them with exceiding Ioy And when the battell endit was did sho Suche bountie high as ritche without annoy To Antuerp they returnd and bulded theiâ— In honor of the Scoots a Mansion fair Each Armie now for battel sterne prouids Each on their Lord and maker loudlie call Long time the Scotts in zealous pray'r abids Before the Lord in humble wise they fall That Faâ—th that Trueth that Right and Justice gidâ— In whicâ— they pray him to protect them all Whill heauins gold spangled Cannobe was spred And silent Morpheus broght them to their bed The Argument Both Armeis Ioyne in long and doubtfull fight And threttie thousand in the ditches die King Edwards deids encurage eurie knight And Scotts for to preuent their victorie Is forâ—d to Ioyne with them in Singill fight When th' Argentine greate Bruce hath kiâ—d they flie Their King abids and wold the flight restore But seis new aid and fless his foes before Caput 17. WHen bright Hiperionâ—s goldine carr arose Both armes soone were cled in glistring armes Whoe 's golden splendor gainst the Sune furth shoes Earthes lightning hote the Aers cold region warmes First eche braue Scot to diuine seruice goes No trumpets blast was heard nor drumes allarmes The sacrament they take to heaune vpfleis Eche humbled hearts best pleasing sacrafice The English squadrons marchd vnto the plaines And all the land with arms doth ouerflo A iust half moone their battells forme containes Sharp to eche point brod to the mids they gro In battells fiue their mightie Host remaines Two on the right and on the left hand two Of their greate King that in his battel large A hunderth thousand horsmen led to charge Greate Arrandell nixt him on his right hand The chairge ouâ—r fiftie thousand Archers bore Those English wer all come from English-land No brauer warriors could the earth restore Nixt vnto him did valiant Hairtfoord stand On horse and futt that led as many more From Scotland England France and Ireland broght With Sheilds with Launces Piks Swords they foght Nixt on the left hand valiaunt Oxfoord stood That fiftie thousand footmen broght to fight All these did seim approued Souldiors good With dairts sword Piks and vther Ingins wight And Glochester nixt him that thrists for blood Had in his battell many warlick knight Like to the vther wing his wing was pleac'd With arms and curage both alik ar greac'd In the greate battel with the King abod Henolts greate Erle and many Princes mo On his right hand that warlick campioun rode Whoe 's fame so much our all the world did go Of Argentine sir Giles that gaind abrod So many conquests our the pagane foe Greate Pembrokâ— Erle on his left band did stay His saiftie onlie in their valors lay And then greate Bruce came to the plane at last And this new moone thus for to perse essayis First brod behind his battells forme was cast Then stretched furth to a point Pirameid wayis Seuin thousand warriours in the vantgard past With the feirce knight in warr more bold then wvisâ— Whome Scotlands Stewart seconds in command His feirce and firie nature to withstand Manie braue knights vnto this battell drew Bold warlick ferce and men of worthie fame And then the second battell did ensew Morais stout Erle them led whoe 's famous name Shall neuer die and many weâ—lick crew With him whoe 's hearts did fleit in valors streame Their number like the first and these did be are Spears Piks and Suords and all Ingins of warr The conquering knight the third Batallione broght Seauin thousand also did this host containe Scoâ—lands greate Constabill vnto him soght Braue Hay and these that did with him remaine The Boid and vther Lords still worthie thoght But last of all did marche vnto the plaine The greatest battell which the King commands Wheir fourtein thousand armed warreors stands Many of all the noble men ware their And all these hosts on fut did march to fight To eurie battell did the King repair Whoe 's quik cleir eies send furth a cheirfull light His vâ—sard vp he mildlie doth declair The price of conquest punishment of flight And with a countenance which wold haue made Euen cowardis hardie thus into them said My friends quod he behold this glorious day Wheirin the heauins to croune ouâ—e Ioys hath sworne Let none of yow their multituds effray Gainst God and querrells Iust force seims forlorne In Scotland fiftie thousand yet doth stay Meit for the warre whome we haue all forborne And yow we chuisd whoe 's hearts could neuer fail-yow Nor could base fear of death at all assaill yow The worst of yow his Gentreis will declair And of his reputatioun still will bost A Gentleman may with a Lord compair But what is he if honor once be lost And heir on honor waiteth ritches fair These two that all the world so much do cost Which if yow wish do now but cair for fame He neuer deis that winns a famous name What is that armie whiâ—h yow now behold But eune a new raisd Babell of confusioun The Soldeors mistak their captans bold To colonels reull the captans mak intrusioun Thus eurie one by vther is controld And Iarring foundeth forth a ghostlie vifioun All kind of beasts wold in one heard confound Their reullers witt with their confused sound Besids they came oure natioun to distroy And from the earth to roote and rais oure name Look not by flight your life for to enioy But rather thousand torments most extreame Your Maids and Wyfs to death they shall convoy When in your sight they raueishd ar with shame Yee all must die and they inioy as theirs What yow haue buld or planted for your heyrs Then if yow wold preuent their crueltie And endles praise and endles wealth obtaine Let eurie one of yow mak one to die So one triumphand conquest shall we gaine As for ten thousand which among yow be We know such valor doth in them remaine Eche shall kill two and whoe of yow be is lost We sweare his Airs their wairds shall nothing cost Yea what I seik yow may performe at will For what at they a Chaos heap confuisde Naâ—ked or slightlie armd and wanting skill To till the ground and keip their flocks more vsd How can their King preuent their following Ill When feare and Ignorance hath teull abusde In danger who wants skill hath curage lost One coward disconforts a mightie host The English King his armie in array Thus by him self and by his Trinshmen spak If I were not so weill assuirde too day Of victorie and of these Dastards wrak An