craft by strength by witt or forsights care Wee shall haue hence all hurt that doth mischiefe you Let not fond shame gainst health and faiftie striue Flie willing death whill hope is yet on liue So ernestlie in woe these words furth brak As he at last to tell me seimd content And haveing pausd a little thus he spakâ— Deare frend it fear 's me much you shall repent When yee haue knowne what doth my sorrous makâ— And to my death you will giue soone consent For in my death much pleasur does belong you In life I can not leiue except I wrong you No then said I I feare not let me know It Come weill come woe come death come life com either Weill then said hevn willing I shall show It Your wife her beautie nay my folie Rather From both of these or either loue doth droue it Or shall I say more treulie fate and nather Which secretlie I smotherd haue so long And rather chuisd to die then do you wrong To chaiss this framâ—â— passion from my mind I you desired to moue her Sister Ann For to her beautie had I bein inclind I haplie had left off wheir I began But since remeid at all I can not find Except of all the earth the onlie man Whom I lou'd best I should so fare injure Death first vnto my loue shall end procure These speiches pearst my heart in throgh mine eare Nor tongue nor hand nor fute could sturr or moue Greate was the loue Ito my wife did beare Him both I lou'd and pitied as did proue Who rather chuisd to die without all feare Then me to wrong this all the rest aboue This this I say eu'ne this allone dâ—d kill me This one respect his life to saif did will me Wheirfore at last I said first shall I lose Both her my self and all my Ioys beside Then such a worthie frend should mak a choise Of death if I can for his life prouide And to be short at length we did dispose The matter so that kind too kind I tride For in my place I did him so connoy Her thoughts vn-stain'd he did her self enioy But I my self such greife did soone conceaue A thousand deaths vnto my self I wish'd ' For Jelosie did in my soule engraue Such endles pains that I no torment mis'd ' Such eating corrasius my witts bereaue That my too wofull heart was like to burst Ah woful acte which doth my soule afraie My self consents my self for to betray But he all reasone did exceid so farr And with Ingratitude so muche was staind That of my ioy he did me quite debar For when he had his filthie lust obtaind He then bewrayt him self which all did marr And whiche was more of mee hee also faignd That I contriued the Plot that I did sende him Her I disdaind her I did gladlie lend him Wheiratshe did conceaue such endles greife That presentlie she doth resolue to die Whill hee eu'ne he that wroght this greate mischeif Departs in hast and to his strength doth flie I all this Time of cares found noe reliefe Wondring that to his bedd retornd not he Wherefore I in the morning straight arose And to the Chambre where she laie forth-goes But there I found her ah I found her there As she was then would God that I had been A purple streame with milke mixt white faire Ran her more white and snowie brests between With child she was the milke cold wel declare Ah too vntimely fate ah death I meane Thus past helpe forth from the bed I drew her And in my arms ah woful sight did view her Eu'en as the Lillie cliere fresh faire white Widdred with drught grows wrinkled pale blak So her saire face faire bewties choice delight Did swartish seeme that life bloode moisture lack In her dimm Eies death did my Crime indite Once lookd shee vp and once these words she spake Aeh let my guilty blood wash forth the staine That cruell you to my chast-bed did gaine Ah let my Soule mount to heighe Iustice throne And their sound foorth a sad still sad reuenge Heauins onlie viewed my Chaste Chaste thoghts allone Heauins onlie may forgiue this murther straunge Heauins onlie oues my chaste vous eurie one Heauins onlie wrongd since I my voues infring Heauins onlie then your wrath fierce wrath surceas you And let my blood thus sacrafiz'd apeas you These words Apeasd you seal'd vp deâ—ths sad birth And her last breath deir breath deir life deir all Ah cursed death bereft earths rarest worth Ay me for shame whill hee on shame did call Shame closd his lips the sound went warklie forth Shameing to shaw what after did befall His moueing speiche his sight and all was lost Doun fals his head and hee yeelds vp the Ghost Him self had kild him self they surlie scand But when they wey these his first speiches right Ah shall the conquerd conquerours with stand When euin them selfs against them selfs do fight They think some freind of hers that their him fanâ— Had doone the deid or els some English knight Aâ—det by Scotts had kild him for the same Surmiseing that him self had kild his dame But why or housoeur he shed his blood They all lament this wofull tragedie Whill their braue Lord auou'd to taist no food Till he had tane reuenge most rigoruslie Of that same English Lords Ingratitood Wheirto occasion fitlie did applie A present meane wheir by he might forthfill His weell made vow and wirk his warlick-will By this the light gaue place to schaddous broune And sable clouds had maskit all the skie When from the hills and forrests they come doune And man valley fare they might espie Ane staitlie pallace far from anie toune To which this warlick creu did haist in hie Wheir they a reuerent aged knight did find That gius them Entertainment to their mind To a Chambre richlie heung the Erle was broght And their disarmed by a ladie fair The rest was all vnarm'd and with a thoght Thay to a staitlie hall did then repair Whâ—â—s Tables ritchlie spred their soone was broght All kynd of meats all kynd of dainteis rair Thus were they serud to supper in such sort As might become a king for Princelie port The supper done the worthie count began To questioun with his hoasts both graue and wise His linage house and name requird he tkâ—n And who doth reule that Prouence when he lyis Braue sir quod he I 'le till you treulie when Fair Schotlands glorie mounted to the sky'is When in sueit calms of peace her natiue borne Dekt her fair front whoe 's wealth did thame adorne Eu'ne then I seru'd a too too noble Lord Heir silent long scarce could the rest essay Greif kindnes loue and pitie weill deploird His greuous lose tears did his woes beuray This quandarie once past and speiche restoird He thus begane agane eu'ne him I say Whom english Edward did by wrong surmeis In
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
famein forced at last They parle thus and thus their peace is past A yeir to keip the hold he them permits And if within that tyme greate Englands King Releius them noght but cairles them omits Then in his hands they shall the place resing Sir Philip Moubray their in reuling sitts He 's gone to England Succor thence to bring And now that mightie King prouids we heare By Gaine and gold to bring all Europe heir For he by proclamatioun great hath sworne Through eu'rie kingdome cuntrie toune and shire That Scotlands name by him shall be out worne He will distroy that nation in his Ire And all that comes of vther nations borne To keip that day shall haue what they desire And of this Kingdome greate without extorsioun Eche equall to his worth shall haue his portioun Greate multitude of straungers day by day Broght by these means in England doth ariue So that they think ritche England scarslie may Find store ynuch to keip them all alliue Besids those cuntreis greate that him obey In France all Princes his confedrats striue Whoe shall the best and greatest armeis raise 〈◊〉 willing seims all Europe him to please And thus in time your grace wold neids be ware To sue with guifts the angrie King to please Or giue you mind to try the chance of Warr Prouide in time your forces for to raise Wheir with the Kings eies brunt with wraeths teid staâ— Should we his Iyre with guifts quod he appease Why villane what base fear so timerous Ere till this day hath thow espy'd in vs Haue wee till now sustaind such endles pane And storms of Warrs sad tempests hath out worne Oure Kingdome croune and cuntrie to obtane And raisd oure self in spight of Englands scorne For braggs thus for to fold with shame agane When Fortune to oure foot the Ball hath borne No heauins forbid such clouds of fear and shame Sould so obscuir oure mornings rising beame What tho the pride of oure imperâ—ous foe With euer soll destruction doth vs bost Oure forces mene his multituds doth kno Yea tho a world of men augment his host Oure mite incresleth with his talent lo The widous oill when blisd tho leist was most He must be many still and still be glorious And feu we must be still and still victorious Let him bring furth his England Ireland Waills With Britange Gascon and fair Aquitane Poitew and Guian and all cuntreis els With Scotlands better pairt yet all in vane God vs protects gainst whoe 's strong aâ—me preuaillâ— No Earthlie pour in him oure hopes remane Trew Scotts we bring and brings this prais with all Gainst Scotts allone all Europs thought too small Thus spak the King whill all his Lords and peers Reioisd thereat and hoped in heauins reuenger Whill he not onlie fearles bold appeirs But also ware and wyislie weyis the danger He for each captain sends who sone compeirs Consulting all how to bear af the straunger The conquering knight came their whoe 's worthie acteâ— My tird quill mends and my dull Museawaiks How soone the King returned was from Lorne And progres took through eurie regione faire To vieu the land wheirto himself was borne As righteous King iust Prince and onlie heire Douglas that rest and ease did euer scorne Did bak vnto the south agane repair Wheir he the English oft did ouerthrou But Roxbrugh how he wan Iyll onlie shou And thus it was on fastingeuins dark night Thrie scoir he brings in armour pitchie blak All on their hands and feit doth creip out right No noyse no sound no word bewraid their tract The watch them seis but so as in their sight They seimd a heard of bews and this they spak This night good Rodger lets his heard at learg Whereof er long blak Douglas may tak chearg He smils to sie their sight disceaued so But hard below the wall arriv'd at last In goes the watch such thundring tempests blo Ledhous a Ledder made of Touis vp cast Whoe 's clerks of jâ—on soundeth with the thro Yet full of euraige he ascendâ—th fast This ingine he deuisd wherebe to gaine Him self sume glorie and his foe sume paine The Sentinell that hears the sound espyis Ledhous ascend and quiklie to him goes Who doth not only on the walls arise But kills him too then doun the carkas throes When all was mounted Douglas quiklie hyis Doun to the hall for to assaill his foes Who now amid their feastuall Ioyis var caght Sum play to death sum drink their leatest draght With lyf devoring swords the Scotts ariue That Douglas Douglas cryis whoe 's verey name So dreadfull seimd that few for wapins striue But flei to saue their lius not cairing shame Or day thrie hundreth they of life depriue The captane with the rest them selfs reclame In an strong tour but Douglas kept the feild Till famien forcd them all at last to Èeild And then braue Douglas they intreat for peace To whom anon they render vp the hold Them selfis their liwes and all vnto his grace Who was as wise and mild as feirce and bold Them of that bondaige streight he did relace And send them home with all their wealth their gold And then to Edinbruche his cours he bent Wher warlik Bruce for all his Lords hade sent Their Edward their greate Stewarde might he sie Trew Marr wise Lenox Hey and Randolph strong With manie more graue counsalours that be To their braue Prince who satt them all among All silence keipt he muisd with maiestie Whill one his throne he satt att last of wrong Acuisd his brother who with reuerend fear Too this his wise and solid words gaue ear Brother what haist what raschnes did you guide What folie causd you giue so long a day To Englands mightie king for to prouide His forces greate when weill you know he may Bring furth for eucrie one vpon our side A hundreth warlik knights in good aray How could yow think that we culd him gainstand Who yet most parte of Scotland doth command Yea thoght he wold no vther forces raise But onlie Scots for to releiue the hold Eu'ne these can ouermatche vs if he please Much more with Irish English Welshmen bold With Almans Frenshe and Dutchis by all these Whom in subiection he in France doth hold All these shall come and with a world of men Shall we be able to encounter then Surlie you had no foresight heir at all And to oure rising state you wronged much What we haue conquest yet is verie small Nor ar we siure of these the commouns such Inconstant minds do beare and so oure fall Is neir if one the brokin reid but tuche Better had bein we neu'r had soght with paine To clim so hie so soone to fall againe His brother answers heauins forbid that so Should fall what I haue done we can not mend Not neid we much to feare oure mightie foe Thoght he bring armeis from thâ— worlds end
conquests handes Long foght the knights but neither side wold yeild Equall their hope and equall was their feare Spears helms swords were stroud through all the feild Heads arms and legs by headles bodeis were Some dieing look to heauin leans on their shield In deaths pane some blood from their wounds furth tear These ranks to marche reteir or chairge that minds Trods on the bodeis of their slauchtred freinds Their horses kild lay with their masters dead And he to death that did his foe persew Now in his bosome laid his heauie head The conqueror by him he ouerthrew Is prest to death and findeth no remeid O're all confusione tumult and terror flow Their nather silence was nor noyse perfite But sounds of Death paine pitie rage dispight The Glorious arms that lait did glistring show Now blood and dust and myiâ— had dinid their beams Fear Herror Terror on swch hight doth grow That sullen pryde sunck doune no honor clames Her glorie stroud vpon the earth below O're all her beautie blood floues furth in streames Now Greif and Sorrow beats Delight fra thence And all doth look with wofull countenence Earths rairest King that all this while had fought With his fierce foe and geuin him many a wound Yet doubts who thence with conquest will be broght Such valor greate was in that knight renound At last to kill or die him self he thoght And with a strength far more then erst he found He thrustis againe and from his side furth tore A deadlie stream a flood of blood and Gore Ah matchles Prince when thow hes knoune the man Whoe 's days by the must now be brought to end Thow shal be like to burst for sorrow then No confort shall thy conquest to the lend He was thy srend thy deir companioun when In th' Englishe court thy youth thow hapt to spend No Fauor he at all to the did sâ—o But Vertuous minds lous Vertue in their foe The Argentiue that seis this bloodie sight Bathd in his louk-warme blood him self doâ—h stay Ire in his fanting hairt prolongs his might Feble his force for to renew the sray Furie Disdane and Raige mantaind the fight For strength was gone and Curage was away Lyfe leaues his toure and in the breache remaines That death shou'd gaine so braue a hold disdaines Vnitting his spent pours a blow he lendes The Prince that woundes his head and cuttes his cask With whoe 's laâ—t force and weyght doune he discendes Death winnes the breache beginnes his endles task Furth from his lippes lifes aged Syre he sendes Then on his faâ—e he spreds his doolfull mask 〈…〉 his soulle fleâ—s throw the cloudie Air Whoe 's greate name som tyme all the Eiâ—t did fear In thrie set Battells thrice he did with stand The Sarasins and still with conquest cround And twice beneath his all victorious hand With chains of death their cheifest Lords he bund But now when endles sleip did him command No longer durst proud Fortun their be fund Wheir English fight but she and victorie Rankt with the Scotts vpon ther enemeis flie The English Irckt and wiered then disrank All flie yea 〈◊〉 the boldest yeilds to flight Their Cullors throune away with thankles thank Threats Cryes and Plaints redoubles their Affright Their King still threats but still away they shrank For yet with him vnbrokin byds the fight Whole tuentie thousand horse with whom he wolâ— Their Fight or Die or Conquer vncontrold But as the seas when tempests past and gone That â—old her tombling waus vnto the shoaâ—s Of lait past storms retanes some shoues anone And heir and their sume swelling Billow roars So thought faint feare triumph ' do're these allone Some sponks of their spent Valor hope restorsâ— Wheiron sustaind their task they new beginn But wound on wound and death on death doth rinâ— The Carriens of the Scottish camp arose And see their Masters still mantane the â—ray Both Lakâ—ys Carters Wemen Slaâ—â—es and those That carage keept came in their best array And disperatlie wold assaill their soes So al should winn oral should lose the day Long napkins white vnto their staues they bind These seru'd for Ensigns wauing in the wind Whill thus the English fighting loth to flie Eune suddandlie appears into their sight An armie freshe that seimd in arms to be With th'eir their siluer Ensigns wauing bright They haste their pace and with a shout they sie That these curagiouslie intend to fight Disconfeit quite they now resist no more But flees that wold haue fled long time before The Scotts persew them in a dispirat sort Some through the plains some to the montans flie Wheir eu'r their headles fear doth them transport A whirll wind seims to beare them haistelie Thousands the tumbling forth of lyfe cuts short And thousands mo in flight their foes our hy Base deaths they seâ—k but fleis the death which lend In Glorious fight a fare more Glorious end FINIS The balio his vision not vnnecessare for the Historie The Historie of the Kings preceeding thâ— Bruce cheanged for thoes succeding after him This Historie not offeÌ„ siue to anie Sir Phillip Sidnie his saying Why the Kings discended of the Bruce are Compard to the constellations Resones why they at so compared To wit Fraunce The Scots arms a lion Other ways odomer de 〈◊〉 walenc eâ—il of peâ—â—broâ— The randell was an of the six * 〈◊〉 with Edward King of Eugland The Lord of loâ—â—ne his armie was abowe fyve thousand The â—iuâ—nall motion of the sphers Their naturall motion is snaued lyikwayes beginning at the Moue 〈…〉 The Prophets Praye Heir follous the constel â—ations about the Polls allooding to the Kings discendit of the Bruce ConstellatioÌ„ Hercules holds a Lion bound in chayns â—lluding to King Robert Bruce holding the Scots arms Constellatió Iason in the schip argus Dauid Bruce that sailit to FraÌ„ce wheir he stayit nyne Èeirs Induring the warrs against the Baleoll ayded by england but when hereturnit he broght home peace allu-ConstellatioÌ„ auriga draueth a cotch full of galeÌ„t youths Robert steuart the 1 of whom the Kingis of that name discended ConstellatioÌ„ Zepheus a Weiping for Andromada swane and a eagils one ether hand of him alluding to Robart the 3. Constellations Perseus releiues the vergin Andromadoe luding Imee the first who institute the colledge of iustice * Medusas hend constellatione chiroÌ„ the centaur with a lance holds a wolf by the nek alooding to lames the 2. a Zelous reformer of finne and wyce Heir the Prophet taks occasion to Intreat a litel of the begining of the hammiltouÌ„s Sir Iames hamiltoun that marcie King Iames the 2. his doghter K. Iames 〈◊〉 King Iames the 4. send hammilton Erll of Arran with ane Armje with the Danish King whom he reastablist in hjs kingdoÌ„ and after returned to his contrey with great glorie The Erll of Arran protector of ScotlaÌ„d in QueeÌ„e Marâ—is mi 〈◊〉 whoÌ„ the King of FraÌ„ce maid duge
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
assignes great empires for his lot Heir doth he marche in arms to warr Inclind Ou'r Danub Neill Euphrates Ganges hote And treds on all as on that fearfull here Gainst his victorious Arms that dars prepare Heat his royall fathers heigh command This greate and weghtie chairge shall vnder go For dred reuenge with warts hote burning brand Send from that angrie Monarchs breâ—st shall thro A thundering tempest our all sea and land With schame lose foyle blood ruin wrak and wo For why his waiting slaues ar warr and death T'unbind his browes knit vp in cloudes of wrathe To whoe 's braue sone thus sent the lord hath granted If hee his thoghts hoord in that heauenlie place With him and his hee sure hes couenanted To pour ane Ocean of his plenteous grace Nor his greate Syrs dominions shal be wanted But all from fertill Jnde to Occades All shal be his and his victorious hand Ou'r sea and earth all nations shall command And lo that dreadfull Serpent scourge of earth Whoe 's pride aloft him to the heavns doth rear Shall yeeld to his all-conquering arme whoe 's worthâ— From his prowd head this Diadem shall tear And Ioyne it to his oune by right of Birth Then to his sauiours sacred tomb shall bear This glorious standart this triumphant Signe Of sinn of death of hells great tameing King Nature and all her train on him attend Putting the golden key Into his hand Of earth and seas ritche treasure to the end That all obey and he may all command Ceare wisdome foirsicht virtue to him send Fortun fast bound with many thousand band Loue Beautie youth striue to adorne him more Then virtue grace and wisdoms plenteous store The tuelf greate Labors of that antick Lord Was Iustlie praisd and magnifeit allone Yet much more worth to him sall be restord Then Men beasts monsters conquerd one by one Wheir onlie strength noght witt did aide afford Ou'r murdred beasts his glorie shall not shone But Kings subdew't and mightie nations strong Shall to his fame and endles praise belong This Prince shall always feill heauins gratious loue And happie fortuns shall consort him still Proud conquering Mars still by his side shall moue Fair victorie shall eu'r obey his will His infancie she nwrsing shall remoue To noble hoppes and his strong yeers furthfill With statlie Trophes and his aige with balms With crouns with Lawrells and triumphant palme The boundles sea shall seeme to him a brook Heaun threatning Alps shall seime ane easie way Two horned Po shall his proud streams rebook Beholding his victorious armie stay His glassie Cave he leaus and cums to look Wheir as a thousand cisterns eu'rie day To pay their endles siluer tribute hyis whichtil that time did newer view the skyis The aiged flood cums grauelie from his cell Doun from his head hings dangling siluer tressis From eu'rie hair a christall spring doth fall Ay when he sweats a roaring Steams foorrh praissis Eche sigh raise vp a wane eche groan foretell A fearfull inundation following passes His vrinkled Brou's a pearly dew distelleth His greennishe eis with endles tears still filleth The Nimphs with daunsing round about him trips Aganes the Sonne their azure mantils shone From vaue to vaue the wanton faries skips Whole scoolls of fishe heir swims their leaps anone Their watrie Lord with Ice cold schivering lips Thus chyds his streams you foolish streams allone Ah will you thus heauns champion ganestand When sea and Earth obeis his conquiring hand Proud brooke be calme abate thy raging torrent Gainst him whome Ioue hath loude lift not thy horne Rol smothe youe waues lash not your swelling current Furth at his glorious fleet which should be borne On youre smooth backe but dance an easie currant With me your aged flood with years not worne Till his victorious armie march before Their glistring ensing's on our eastern shore His fear'd renoune like thundring cannons roars In eche mans ears through all lands touns and tours And tempest like it beitts the baltike shoars Clouds of his wrathe in haills scharp stormie shours Tumbling throgh mightie winds aloft still soar's At whoe 's dreid sound all nat'ions sadlie lour's And ou'r all lands it fleis at last it falls And beats doun bulwarks touns tours gates and walls This valorous Prince wise cumlie fair and neaâ— In eurie thing him self shall bravelie bear His Enemeis he shall no sooner threat Than hee shall ouer throw with schame and fear The terror of his name sall tyrannes beat Doun from their throns who yeelds before he warre For Joue noght geu's him sparinglie good hap But alway pours doun plentie in his lap Thus thy greate house thy race thy of spring faire Vnbred vnborne all those and mor 's enrold On heauens brasse leafes by the almighteis cair For all ensuing aiges to behold Be thankfull serue loue Praise his merce is rare That in heauins birth did frost their Births vnfold So thy blisd race shal be more blessed still Nor time nor age thy blesse'd Seid shall kill And thou deir Countrie with all Grace contented That heau'ne on fertill Earth can thee afford Let not thy mind with pride be once atteinted For those great blessings of thy greatious Lord. Let not fair â—ates approch be so prevented And Blise Once geuin with shame soone bak restoerd But O allace heir my poore Soule doth faint O then I fear a thankfull mynd thou's want Which if thou doe th'almighte's smyles shall turne To hote consumeing wrathe and coales of fire That shall thy intrealls all thy bouells burne Thou's feill his iust sad wrathe and dreadfull ire For which thy maids and hearmles babes shall murns Nor shall thy Plagues watre famien death retire â—ill thow be wallouing in a crimsone flood And dround almost in thy oune guiltie blood Greate Ioue shall send straunge Nations farr and neir Within thy natiue land thee to distroy Earths farrest ends thy widowes plaints shal heare Wheir weiping aer thy mornings shall convoy From Pole to Pole beneath heavins volts so cleir Echo shall sadlie soond thy sad annoy Annoy cuts his discours thus wofull harted Wheir with the Prophetizing spreit departed Long time he silent stood at last againe He thus began braue Prince in time bewarr Lest when the croune thou freilie shalt obtaine Thou let not sinn and vice creip in so farr That Joue his endles Blessings he refraine And thee and thyne with endles vengeaunce mars Which if thou doe not than thou heir hast sene What hath for thee and thine prepared bene Thus said the Prophet whill the Prince reioisd Those of his royall of spring thus to sie In heauins so framde by Ioue so weill disposede And rendring thanks to his greate majestie Eune then a vow hee on him self impoisd His Kingdome once at peace his crowne made frie Hee with ane armie great Christs tomb wold view
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
Fearing his lordes vnty melie blasted bayes And as he doeth presaige so shall it fall Their dyes his royell Prince his sones and all Yet shall their ritch and froutfull seid spred furth Four brainches faire whoe 's frout is rypt by fame Whearof the secound planted in the north Shall graice that soyll with blossomes of his name Nor shall the thrid know anie vant of worth The fourth shall cleinge his blot in vertues stame But lo the firsts rare sone shall greace the lyne And shall our English roy ell blood proypne With that rare dame whoe 's heauinlie greace is such As hir sones sone shall be that blaising light Whom all divyns and Prophetes praise so much Of whom faire Albione longes to heaue a sight The Eame which all the prophiciâ—s would twich The ioiner of this Iills disioyned might For Albeone it 's now in name allone But then in substance we shall Albeone But leaue we him till god appoint his tyme And turne ws to that Lord that antient knight Whoe 's chairge is free vnchairg'd with anye crymâ— Famous for witt and fortunat in fight Not one beneath this cold distemperd clyme May clame more princelie vertues for his right Yea Anâ—kermure his fortune fare shall sie Whear he obteans a glorious victorie Two brother shal he heaue both valiant knights From whom two famous famâ—â—â—is shall spring The first 's reare sone weill skild in martiall fights Obteans his vnkles pleace in euerie thing Thus is that hous prepaeid of glorious lights By heauins eternall vniuersall king For reulls the line they sore in verteous deids And if the breanch it self that breanch exceids Then cums the last of this fair braench in fine For vertue cald the good when from the north Shall come a knight that shall succeed by line Who weied with him doeth equalize his woorth And yet with fame can not the world propine So loth is time to bring occasioune forthe Yet vertue for his sone shall grace prepair And thus to fame shall measour forthe his shair Heauin cheanging time shall siuill discord reas And wrap the Scotts in wealth consuming woes When he by god set vp vnto thees daies Shall leaue his soil to forren lands he goes Widing throu rtubles streame and thear with praise His pen vnto his predicessoures showes The way to win from darck obliuiones night Boolding their trophe is with his vertues might This lamp gone out o then his sone succeides Reasing that hous declind to former height Whoe 's mind is great with child of glorious deids And as a Collon fair vpholds the weight Of ane learge frame so from his witt proceids The strenth that onder props that neames great might Yet he by airt stops natures streame to flow With Junos string still bending Pallas bow He ripes the tumbes of his Ancestors old And brings them clod with robes of heauenlie light For all enshewing aiges to behold They shute furth beams of fame and glorie bright Which long lay hidde in nightes dark pitchie mold Ou'r vaelde by sadd obliuion from our sight Their ghostes reioising that so rich a geme Springs from thear loynes t'immortaliz their name Now cumes the nixt great famelie in sight That iointlie with the first at first shall spring Which eurie where sendes furth such lampes of light As Earth and other firmament doeth bring Wherin eche fixed starre doeth burne so bright As yeelldes hoth lyf and light to eurie thing So farre those glorie lighting flammes doeth shine Moueing their orbe with influence deuine The first that shall illuminat the skie Of this bright orber this hea'une reflexing sphere Armed with his fathers magnaminitie Shall be a great and mightie man of warre Of whom shall two arise to rectifie Two lines that shall their fame to heaune vprear Yet to the younger shall the elder fall And both thus ioined shall one great house install O thou thrice famous lake and strand of Leuine Famous for that great reace shall come from the Inrich'd with graces by the wandering Seuin That still aloft in th' azure vallers flee The first that shall adorne thy watrie hea'une With sure and stay'd establisd reul I sie By fatell deades shall manie fortunes shair And Pallas sword shall all his pathes prepair The beaies thy temples shall at lintoune beare Whear thow by valout from a valiant knight The leopard and Flourdeluce shall teare Thus shall thy arme put all thy foes to flight But when the valiant Perfie wageth warre Against his Prince in that ontimlie fight Thow valiant lie aduentring then shall fall Yet after death thy fame shall sore oure all But thou braue youth altho a stripling young Scornes in thy natiue soil for to remeaine Thou heirs Bâ—lonas dreadfull bell was roung Following the voice with honoures thristing paine Wheer all the plaines inbroudert war along With gorre blood rent armes and souldiers slaine Theer haiueing win fair conquest by the hair Thou leapes from of this wordlie theater And then succeides that all prais worthie youth That with the ground stone laies a fairer streame Mounting that house vp to the secound grouth Whois worth in varre illusterates his name Then cumes that blaizing comet of the south Whoe 's voundrous deads with terror soundes his fame His lookes sendes vertue furth so graic'd with art As striks mild reuerence in each barbarous heart And yet his galent sone shall with him striue Who to that aige shall greatest light restore As painefull bees still workes to serue the hiue And leazie drons that deoth their wealth deuore Their dares not enter nor with them may striue So nature doeth prouid for to decore That fruitfull Stem with such whoe 's pains excidesâ— Past all cumpare in heigh and vertues deades No frutles drone shall from that reace arise Ech giues testificats of honours height What praises to the sext can I deuise That serues his Prince in manie a blood die fight Nor conquest euer to eroune his pains denies Nixt him cumes one whoe 's worth and pourfull might Doeth aid his Prince against vsurping foes Whois vant at last that mightie Prince ouerthoues But O what knight is this Adrest for warre That all the countray round about Obaies Whome greatest Princes of the land doeth feare In bloddie battell who at last assaies Our English force from of his Prince to beare With whom ane vther valiant compioune staies And whill to seaue their Prince their liues they yeild Great multitude from valour wins the feild But who coms heir in the could north t'insius Such heauenlie gift is all Europe passing by O it s Apollo suir that dooth refius The east and coms the wast too beutifie Whear he the siluer laik of Leuin doth chuis The cleir Caballian streams he doth deny Thus leauing Gretian plainis and pleasant fontanis He seats him self neir too the Ocheell montanis Whear whilist he veiues
My royall Lord quod he atâ— Berwike strong I stayde til Englands armie came from thence I veiud and walkt their squadrons all among I saue that monarchs greatt magnificence Whoe 's Royall pomp and mightie pouer in watt Surmonts all European Princes farr The number greate of that so mightie host Passeth thrie hundreth thousand as I think They couer all the land from cost to cost They spoylâ— the contreis dry the floods they drink Thither all Europe gatherd is almost And if proud vaunts be deads they scorne to shrink But in a word suck their confussioun is Joue be our aid they shall the Garland miâ— For of the greatest part of all their bands Both horse and fute their disciplein is small They kâ—ip no ranks their captains stil with stands They knou no drum noâ— trumpets sound at all Naiked vn armd their wapins fâ—w commands Onlie the English archers bold and tall All valiant men so weill traind vp in warrs Or pace should raigne from heauin they 'il tear the 〈◊〉 And their is twentie thousand horsmen more That alway on the King him self auait's Earth can no brauer men then these restore The rest of English knoes no war lik feates Nor were they euer vsd to warre before But hope of Lordships rents and heigh estaits Hath broght them furth for all this Kingdome great Is geu'ne and Scotts by thoght distroyed quit And that your grace should not eschaip their hands Two knights vnto that mightie King hath sworne Dead or aliue to bring yow bound in bands T'abid what Death he list impose inscorne Of your new croune which each of them demands In meir disdaine their trophes to adorne Greate Glocester is one as doth apeir Sir Henrie Boem the vther hight I heir They to your brother and my self applyis Greate torments too for out so bloodie mind This said furth from the Princes angrie eics Flea sparks of wrath flams from his face furth shind Praise be to god quod he our enemies He blinded hath and that Kings hautie kind He hardnes still with Pharaos so his shame And fall I wish may glorefie his name Now stronglie were the Scotts encamped their Where Banoghes burne mongst shaddie bankes doeth plaiâ— The Torwood neir within a valley fair And for the battell their they neids wold stay Whill as this worthie Generall did prepair To stoppe their foes least they should find away Them to encompas round which threatning storms Their multitude might easilie performe Wherfore eune their where their great host should stand With ditches deep the plaine he overclâ—d Wherein sharp Staiks were pitâ—d at his command Then cuninglie againe al couered The enemie by this was hard at hand Whoe 's squadrons lairge ouer al the land was spred When their for-front was at the valeis end Their last Battaillon did thrie leâ—gues extend Wherefore the King his matcheles Nepheu sent With him fiue hundreth Martiall men of warr Doune to a way that throu the valey went To sterling castell and would neids debarr That hold of aid yee he would still preuent His foes great slight or strength thus broght from faâ—â— But this his forsight did the sootherne know That would ou'r shoot him self in his oune bow Cliffords braue Lord a bold and warlik knight They sent before the hoist a mille and more With twice four hundreth horsmen swift and light That choos'd from all the armie martchd before Ane other way to Sterling go they right Bruce seis and sends Randolph this chek full sore Thy Garlands cheifest flour is lost this day If those haue past the way wheir thou doest stay They craftilie escheud wher he did ly Nor feard they him nor anie erthly foe But they another secret way wold try And by him were they past er he could kno Yet he his vncles bitter tant doth wey Which stung full deip but he concealls his wo His silence shoes he bears a generous mind That of a Iust reprooff best fruct will find For with his band he follous hastelie And ouerraichst them like a storme of wind They scorne from fewer them themselfs to flie And for to giue them battell turns around One knight ambitious of some victorie That for his valour had bein much renound Before the rest him felf did fare aduance And challengd Randolph for to brek a launce Glaidlie the erlle accepts and furth he goes A strong stiff launce into his hand he bore Swiftlie their steids bore furth these noblle foes Yet their desirs farr swifter came before As Boâ—eas brok from erthin prison bloes Eune from the Toples heights and craggie shore Of Coucasus the clifted rocks a sunder Such furie bring they Earth-resounding vnder Sir Williame Hauecourt hight the English knight Whoe 's speir too weake to harme so strong a foe Beaks on his breist but his stif launce doth light Beneth his curas sklenting vp ward so As from his head of heuines it got a sight His helme then lights vpon the earth belo Furth at his croune the spears point lookt and thence Bears him to earth then breks with violence This deed prouocks the Scotts aduancing light And doth inflame the English all with Ire A shout the Scotts encurage to the fight Of English wrath still silence blous the fire Braue Randolph cairs not fears not all their mightâ— Nor for his men wold stay nor once retire But through the rout he breaks with wondrous forâ— And stronglie bears to earth both men and horse Rudlie both Syds togidder rushith in And blow on blow they giue and wound on wound Death Horror Blood from rank to rank doth rinn Yet nather side wold shrink or lose their ground Whill Scotts thus striue to keip what they had winn And English to repair their lose new found The valiant Bruce was sodainlie assaild With in his camp yet his awin worth preuaild And thus it was the wantgaird of his foe Still marcht two leagues before that mightie host Straight touards him they cume or he culd kno Who sheam'd within his trenchis to be forst But in the plaine him self did quiklie sho Drew foorth his bands in haist no cyme he loft Nor could his foes refrean from fight at all Still as they marcht for battell still they call Yet did the rest of this great armie stay Two leagues from thence encamped one a plaine The King comandit so so they obay The day neir spent to fight war all in waine The wantgard knew not of this new delay Nor with such strength dâ—rs leasie dout remaine One hors and foote they fiftie thousand wer Led by that mightie erlle of Glocester The Scotts broght furth by their braue worthie Prence His cheirful looks did conquests hope restore Encuraging each one to mak defence From band to band he rode the ranks before The English knew him by his countenance A Mass or Brasen staf in hand he bore Whill thus he rode Sir Henrie Beome espi'd-him And to performe his promeis past he
sorrow prickd with furie hote Did ferslie him assaill but all in vaine Death made him soone forget his fathers paine Now I almost forgot the wondrous deids Oâ— these bold campions set on ather hand Of this greate King who after him furth speids When first he left his battel guarde and stand And still on death on blood and murder feids Marching from troup to troup from band to band Yea these thrie campions fearles bold and strong Cut furth thrie bloodie lains their foes among So doth thrie mightie Cannons shot at once A front an armie standing all in gro The heaune with lightning earth with thunder grons Eche sirie bullet cuts the ranks in two Heir lyis the head and their the helmet shons A furlong thence the Bodie fells a foe Scheilds Arms and Legs heir monts and their doth mank And mak wid windoes deip in eurie rank And now the greate Battallion which they led Wheir yet remand thrice twentie thousand horse By their example all encuraged Rushd foreward on their foes with wondrous forse And in a moment all the plaine vas cled With corps whereon they tred without remorse Proud fortun seimd to froune vpone the Scot And victorie to croune the English loâ— Now seimd the Scotts too waik against their foe Squadrons of barded horse still beats them doun And these thrie campiouns that before them goe Thrie Wonder-wirkers conquering a croun Greate Bruce espyis this Dangerwrak and woe With noble wrath Ielous of their renoune Wold with the strongest cop by fatall chance And to the Argentine doth furth aduance O who had sene that fight so bold and strong Their was the Scooâ—â— that taughâ— the arte of warr These Masters were and had bâ—ine Loureat Long Nor Mars nor Pallas could the sight forbear Wondring on earth the mortalls all among To find such two as eune them selfs woldfear And think if these two onlie took in hand To conquer earth none could their force gainstand These matchles Lords those warriors bold did weild Two heauie masts rather then lances strong Two horse of Spaine furth bear them trough the feild With force alike they meit amid the throng O sacred Muse some golden phraises Èeild T'enritch my verse and guild my lais along Make of those lines a heaune reard throne renound Where lett this famous fight for aie be cround The fureous stroke made all the earth to quaik And Woods and montains echod bak the sound Yet could it not these valiant champions shak Nor beare them from their seat nor force a wound In fleinders flie â—heir spears their horses brak Their neks and both the riders lay on ground Yet vp they they flie with swords they soone addres By death warrs dreadfull sound for to suppres Both swordâ—â— weill couch'd eche at his waâ—d doth ly Their eies their handes their feit they wiselie guide Then ceasles stroakes thrustes foines and bloues they try They wardetrauerse reteir marchd leape a side Both giues and both receaues both falsefie Both shunes and both lyife garding wardes prouide Both oppin stand for death like despirat louers Which craft in th' one the others art discouers The Prince on futt was readie suift and light And could with stand the Argentins bold sute Who was on hors more skilfull in the fight But he more stong mote quik to execute Sir Gilles hade more art and cunning slight The King more painfull kein and resolute More fearce he was his foe more could and slie And yet in arte both seemd a like to bee The Prince vpone the Argentine would enter Shuning his doun-right blow his strength to teame Then at his heart the Argentine doth ventre Which whill the Prince strikes by he doth reclame And paintes his brest too cuning was the painter For show of blood floues furth a bloodie streame Which so inflammed the King with curage fire Arte now reteird shame bringes reuenge and yre This knew the knight but would not seeme to know Whill as greate Bruce his brest to daunger laid Whereat the Argentine soone reacht a blow But left his syid quite naeked to inuade The worthe King first shunes his furious throw And then a wound both large and deip he made This his reuenge the prouerb old belied Heir cunning Arte and furious Raige agreid Whill thus they striue and double wound on wound Bold Edward matcht with Pembrocks Erle in fight Of whome fames sweit shâ—ill trumpet shall resound From Jude to Oâ—kades their praise their might Deseruing weill with Glorie to be cround And in all age to shine with glorious light Their woundrous strength their Curage ech did shâ— But nather side aduantage yet doth kno Now Englands King not one darres match at all Whome blood and death attends throu all the feild But woorthie Hay his curage did appaill No daunger maks him shrink or fear or yeild Alcides club with more strength did not fall Vpone that mightie Tirrant Brouseirs sheild Then on the helmett of this dreadfull King The Erle his feirce and furious bloes doth bring Eune their wheir goold and perll and pratious stone Vpon the Prince his curious helm was wroght He lightis and cleft the cask which brightlie shone And to his horses crest his head doune brought For paine th' inraged King sendes furth a grone Trembling for 〈◊〉 whill dreid reuenge he soght And on his helme he gius a blo so rood That from his noise and mouth Isht crimsone blood But to repay him when the warr-lik knight Hade lift his sword gone was the Prince in rage Still wheâ— his furie ledd him through the fight No generall ought a combat for to waige But all this while in equall ballence right Both armeis stand conquest departes the staige But in the left winge with the Douglas bold Great Glocester a bloodie fight did hold This was the man that swear to Englands King To bring the Bruce capteiw in chaines and cordes The Douglas fand him aiming at the thing A band of knights with him thairto accords But furth to combat Douglas did him bring In spight of all these Sold'ors knights and Lords A squadron strong at his command had foght With them and both almost were broght to noght These campions strong thus fought a Battell bold Troy neuer vieud the like in all her wrack Their Skill their Strength their valor to vnfold My slender Mâ—ise darrs noght in hand to tak But sure I know the worthie Douglas wold Noght leaue the fight till his proud foe he mak To yeild his nek beneth his conquring bled And for his fault his guiltie blood he shed This done he marcheth throw the host at last Working new wonders still wheir euer he goes Close ranks he breaks and oppins as he past Before his face still fleis his fearfull foes He seis braue Randolph haisting conquest fast And craftie Omphrauell beat by his bloes Steward the great with Hartefurd striuing standes Whoe first should gett a kisse of