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
tri'd-him This was the one that should him tak or kill And furth before the host he doth aduance Toward the King he bent his course so ful He hops to mak him yeild beneth his lance But quiklie doth the King auoid this Ill And with a more then manlie countenance Gaue with his Brasen-staf so hudge a blo As kild the knight and brak the mass in two In th' English that hath sene their campeon fall Disdane and Wrath with Shame and feir contends Disdane and Wrath for dread Reuenge doth call But shame and fear bewrays their want of freends That they were thus allone now knew they all A spur to haist both shame and fear it lends Thus in amazement long they stand in dout If they should flie reteir or fight it out Yet heighe disdain did fearis faint strok rebatt Now they wold force the Scotts to fight or flie Eache to him self these words doth ruminat Oute number farr exceideth theirs we sie But lo their leader strenght repins their at Softlie reteir and keip your ranks quod he Oure last commissioun is expirâ— of right We had in chairge to martche but not to fight Wheir with the Scots so fircelie doeth persew As they war vrgd a forcd retreatt to take And scattered in disordered flight with drew When wislie Bruce his galland troups drew bake Ill to preuent deceate for to eschew He thinkst to tymlie fortune to awake Haist wanteth witt rashnes shall loose his winning And maks greate lose attend a fair beginning Now wer the Scots reteird and left their wrathe When all the Lords thus to their King doth say What may this natioun look for els but death What may this Kingdome look for but decay In yow consists oure being life and Breath Yow gone we die yow lost we 'r lost for ay Yet yow your self and ws in yow expose To Danger still and hazards all to lose To this was answer dah my Lords quod he I broke the brauest staf that eure was made I must confes O wisdome worth to flie On golden wings of fame for euer laid This answer seimd no answer for to be And yet theirin both wiâ—t and patience stayed He clois'd their mouthes ere half their speach was doâ—n For what he did vnkilld he could not shune Yea he the daunger braulie did awoid And Iust praise merits not vniust reproof He deimd no lose if he hade keipt his rod But all this tyme Randolph without releifâ— Inuirond with his mightie foes abod Which to the worthie Douglas breâ—d such greif That when the King refuisd him leaue to aid him To braek furth throu the camp in raige it made him But as he neirer to the Battell drew He saw the Englishe bands begin to reill O then quod he it wer noe freindschip trew To reaue the glorie thou deserus so weill Then stood he with his band a fare to view The will of Mars and works of cutting steil Mars blisd him oft that wapâ—ns first inuented But Pitie cursd and wishd him oft tormented At last he seis them wholl he put to flight And bak vnto their camp they haist with speed The Scots for to persew them seimd not light So werrie they so fant so much they bleid Many of them were wounded in the fight Tho none but one was kild and for that deid Thrie hundreth foes lay dead into the place Or eu'r their fellous wold the flight embrace Lo onlie heir trew valor might be seine Blew Theetis boundles arms did noght contein More worth in warr more strength more curage kein Then in thoes gallant English did remaine No falt in them no conquerours to haue bein One earth to striue with fortune is but vaine What Mars requeris was theiris without Intutione Only ou'r matcht in constant resolusione These loses throgh the English camp do flie Whill Terror fear and Conscience leads the way Confusioun follous after spedelie Of these when Curage hears he maks no stay Furth from the camp he stelleth secretlie And to the Scotts he came er braek of day But Pride and hâ—ighe Disdane behind abaid That all the world could to distructioun leid Yet heir and their in twoes and threis they go Their leaders conscience laâ—rge accusing thus He wold an antient natioun ouerthro A frie croune reaue O this is dangerus Joue fights for them Gods thundring wrath we kno What heart so bold but heaune maks timerus If heir we fall as we must surlie fall Heigh iustice dealls with vs with them and all Vthers that on Disdaine and Pride still fed Thus say tush Scotts what ar these Scotts to vs Meire dunces grose by simple outlaus led Wild sauage naked poore and barbarous Their Lord a montain climber â—aslie cled More like a cloune then King victorius A hundreth thousand doth adorne our hoast In whoe 's sterne face he darrs not look allmost No sooner we shall in the feilds appeir When they in Caues and Dens them selfs shall hide Gainst flights of Egills darres poore Crous compeir Or sillie sheip the dreadfull Lions bide Dare a poore band of cuntrie swans draw neir Vnto a world of martiall soldeors tride In bloodie fights no no if we but sight them Oure veray drums and trumpets shall affright them Thus brage the English whill two courteous knights Whois chaist ears still abhord vane glorious bosts Replied these Scotts whome your cleir day benights A handfull ay compaird with your greate hosts Poore sauge simple whom your neame afrights These many hundreth yeirs hath keipt these costs And throu the wordle haue wone a famous name Their trophes darkning oft your gloreis beame And sure these Crous do merit double praise That beat the Princelie Egills from their nest These scheip aboue all beasts them selfs doth raise That tear the Lions which disturb their rest If a poore band of fermors nou adais Of conquests wrong great Kings hath dispossest Eune in dispight of such great strenght so neir They merit most whoe 's worth doth most appeir As for the Bruce whome you so much disdaine And rather termis a ruffian then a roy We heir that he but with a simple traine Eune Englands mightie armeis doth distroy And tho the Scotts them selfs be him againe He conquers still a Greek in midst of Troy Ah if he be so worthles as you mak him Why trouble you all Europe thus to tak him In Brabant borne these knights were both that mak Their parte so good whome yet they neuer knew Such indignatioun heighe the English tak Both Sids leap furth to arms and wapins drew But soone commanders wise their furie brak And both wer broght to that greate Monarchs view Who when he hard what they had boldlie said This hauie punishment vpone them laid We chairge you quiklie from oure camp quod he And presentlie vnto the Scotts repare Their hinder what you can oure victorie Both with your counsail valour strenth and â—are And who soeuer too morrou lets vs sie
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
At last arryving by a fontane syid Beneath a leavie aged oak he lyes A heartie draught of the cold streame he tryed Which for a daintie maill did him suffice And now his cogitation deeplie weyghed Earthes glorie vane and wordlie fantasies Compairing all beneath heavns syluer boures To cloudes of smook to shaddowes dreames of flowres Thus rap'd with admiration whill he lyes He vewes the starres and all the heavenlie lightes When as he heares a sound pas throughe the skyes Lyik to the noyes of floodes impetuous flightes Or as when fearfull doues in numbers fleis Aer and their winges with noyes them selfes affrightes Suche was this noyes yet nothing he perceaves Nor was there wind to move the trembling leaves A dark gray clowde past furthe o're all the air But nightes pale Qveene cleird all the heavns at last When to him did an old grave man repair Whoe 's head and beard had youthes freshe cullor past A cristal glob his trembling hand vpbeare Where heavne o're earth did move from east to west Their starres and planets shynd most bright and cleâ—â— Which by a sprit was mov'd as might appeare A Spherik glob within hung lyk a ball That figurdrairlie furth the earth and sea Which round about was frie from heavns cleir wall Whose restles course round o're this glob did flie The glassie sea now calme then seemd to swell Where wind-tost shipes with tydes and tempests be Whill Neptunes azurd armes the earth embraceth That cirquits yles and shore from shore vnlaceth Thus with a curious Pinsell th' earth was drawne Heir meidds their floodâ—s heir wodes their moÌ„tanes were Heir tounes their towres with flowrie gardenes showen Heir vines their figges pomgranates Cydrons fair Heir plowemen teill their heards and flokes at knowne Heir Bowres doeth proyne their vines with woÌ„drowes care Their sicklee cutts the corne heir sythes the Hay Heir peace their warrelyke armeis in array Vnto the Prince this aged Syre drew neir Whill chast Diana shynd more fair and bright Cled in a horye mantle white and cleir He seemd devote in prayers to spend the night Leane fleshâ—d his wattrie blood sweld vaines appeir His ghostlie lookes still offerd death his right Whoe pausing long with stedfast staering eyes This salutation did at last devyse Peace be to thee my Lord and Prince sayd he Whom great and mightie Ioue has hir her sent That thow might know his mercies great by me And of thy bad and by past life repent The shame the foyle the losse that falles to thee Is Ioues iust doome because thow gave consent Vnto thy will wrathe vengeance and defyld His sacred house with sinfull blood so vyld Thy Nationes foyle their wrak and their distres Thy countreis shame her woe her desolation Thy subiects lose in care all confortles Whom mightie Ioue has hade in detestation For their great sinnes their faultes their cairlesnes Of his soule feidding word ô wicked Nation That still with folie blindnes pride abuse Did sacred thinges apply to sinnefull vse Their filthie life their lewd lasciuious lust Their walloweing in sensuall delight Threattens a dreadfull storme e're long that must Swellow them vp in their owne sinnes dispight But leave we them and their affliction iust And now behold this day succeding night These burning balles to thee and thyne shall prove Heavns for sight wisdome mercie grace and love This counterfite of those bright orbs behold The earth and sea but heavns of greatest wounder Whose restles course about the poles is rold With contrare motiones their first mobill vnder The firmament with fixed starres vntold Whoe 's various shapes and rare effects we pondre Lynes tropickes circles Zones and Zodiack Wherin Sol doeth the yeirs four seasones make Almightie Joue whoe made heavns wondrous frame Has made manes witt so rairlie excellent That he can vivelie counterfite the same And his great makers worke can represent With heavnlie furie rap'd with sacred flamme Of artles artes invention noght content Of his all working wonders heir below But e'vne the heaunlie mansiones heir must show Lo where the Planets eche his sphere within Keeps time and course with heavnes trew planets all Forcd by their Primomobill for to rinn In twice twelf houres about this earthlyk ball And their owne course they end and they beginne With heauns bright lampes for thus they rise and fall Chast Phebes course iust in a month goes right Now poore then wealthie of her Brothers light Mercure and Venus follows Phebus Teame His tender wings her dows on him depend Whose lead of light and life-reuiuing beame Abowt a yeer his nat'rall course doth end And Marae in twice twelf months resums his game Saturns mild Sone in twelf twelf months rescend Cold horie Saturus leaden coach that rins In threttie years leau 's aff wher he begins All these heavns azure cannabie surrounds Sprinkled with eies spekled with tapers bright Spangled with spangs throw all his boundles Bounds Sowin all with glistring sparks of glansing light Sett with gilt stoods and golden skowchand grounds Powdred with twinkling starrs whoe 's kapring flight Glanseth doun right and with their myld aspects Works in th' inferior bodies strainge effects Those sparking Diamonds this ritche vaill contains Whoe 's number numberles ar past account Hath twalf that biasway's ouerthwart her lains With pourfull virtue decks her gloriousfront And those at signes wheirin the Planets reignes Whill they discend or rise or fall or mount For they pertake in their swift revolution From echo of those strenth virtue force motion Beside all those about the Polls yow sre Figurs of what almost in earth is found For the all-knawing-minde of maiestie Before he fram'd this ritche embrowdred round The plot in his Idea seemd to be And forme of all his future works profound Thus wirking in his spreit divin'lie rare Long ere the world was made the world was their Vnfolding then that ritche and glorious Tent He portrayd with a Pinsell most divine Vpon the all enlightning firmament Those tabr's of his future works in fine Wheir lo behold thy braue most brave discent That Sollie in the letter aige sall shine Bearing Christs standerd and his Churche defending Bounding their Empire with the worlds ending Eathniks not knowing God al provident Haue names of eathniks to these forms assign'd But lett it thee suffice and be content That I heirin vnfold what Iove design'd By these bright Pontraits portreyd in the Tent Of azur gilded heavins Pavilion sign'd By his owne hand and for him self their mark it Forew'r Immortaleisd for heavin Imbark-it Greate Architector of this wondrous frame Raise vp my Spreit to thy celestiall Throne Let my poore soule contemplat in the flame Of thy all dazling beautie wheir allone Thy glorious beams reflecting may ou'r quhelme My waikned sight and more then Sun-like shone On my poore soules all darkned Cinthi'as eyes Mak her to earth ecclipst cleir toward skyes Wheir with the Prophets face began to
Prisoners he fand This Murray who had looud this ladie long All this the valiaunt erll did vnderstand Informd by conferrence the rest among And thoght indeid he loued that gallant knight Yet in the ladie was his cheif delight Now on the seas they stray a certane space Till on a night the count that silent lay Vpone his bed did heare one cry allace Will thus my ladie all my hope betray is my long loue rewardit with disgrace Ah greif allace what will the world now say On wings of hope I mount aboue my might And now am forst with Phaeton to light Ah who so feids on wemens double wordes Runs with a straingeling Toue to meit dispare Who kyndnes to their wantoun looks affoords Heaps on them self a hell of endles care Who to her smills applies Loues sweit concords With scorne and shame they shall their thoghts insnare Yea whoe vpone a Womans voues shal dreame Can neu'r be red of woe greif cair and shame But I must loue her I must loue her still And loueing her eune loving I must die Or shall I leiue my freindly foe to kill That thus deprius my hops O no not I I will my verie soule in tears distill In sighs consume my heart with groans Iyll ty On willing death vnto my torterd mynd And with all pains end to one paine shall find Thogh this disdaind disgrat'd and quyte forlorne Yet her poore soule eu'ne her I can not blame But fortune proud that to this knight hath sworne Ou'r all the Earth she will extoll his name And nature that did weip when he was borne For all her wealth hangs at his virteus beame Yea she in him her self excells so fare Compaerd with him all vthers she douth marre Ah thrise vnhappie I that eu'r did yeeld As Prisoner vnto the english foe Thrise happie I if slaine into the feild Then had she piteid if not lou'd I kno But o this knight did with his sword and scheild Frie me from bands and yet he fred me so As giving life and sauing this my Breath He sends to me a farr more cruell death Heir sorow cuts his sad discours at last With manie greuous groans with sighs and tear's Whereat this warlick Lord was much agast When as this wofull song had perst his Ears His ladeis loue all other caer's surpast Her diuine shape graft in his mind he bear's And yet he thinks he wrongs that worthie knight Whoe 's faithful loue long since made knowne his right Wheirfore in time hee wold command these fiets And loues fond flammig passiouns wold remoue But o commanding in his heart she sitts Ruelling the motionis of his soule aboue It wold him kill or neir destraught of witts If he the meanest thoght of lose shuold proue Yet streght he thinks with reasone man's Indeut That by him self his lusts might be subduet Thus tossing thousand Passions in his mynd At last he vouis him self for to command Now Phebus had his golden locks vntwind And them in Thetis cristall glas vpband When cuttinge Neptouns back a fare they find Thrie warlike ships come toward them from land Wheirfore in Arms each one them self addrest And at their Lords deuotion then they rest Now all of them did in his presence stand And furth he cau'sd the ladeis to be broght And thus said hee fair Dames yow vnderstand What I and these most valiant men haue wroght By Ioue his onlie aide we took in hand Your honors saftie your relief we soght Tho Heauins did fauor this our interprise Yow know it was more desperat then wise And thogh all knights indeid should Armour beare For ladeis and in their defence to feght Yet I more shameles then the rest I feare Of you fair Eue for so the yungest heght Wold craue reward which you may weill forbeare Yea I wold haue your oth in all their sight That what I charge you with you will obey Nor what I seik may you offend I pray The modest Baishfull dame in silent mood Her mild swit looks she bent vpon the ground Throgh sone bright beautie shind her crimsone blood Which suddain Tempest past she quiklie found This answer whill the Gallant trembling stood Expecting that which his poore Soule shold wound Curst be the child his Dame ganesay is in Oght Whoe his deir life with her lifes hasard boght Glade was she for to grant what eu'r he wold Whoe wold to him haue geu'ne her self and all Wheirfore againe she made this answer bold Braue knight your will I promesse and I shall Myne honor saiff performe so shall you hold My fate cume life or death or what you call To which my grant I heir the heauns attest Let me be plagd if I refuse the rest A shiuring cold throgh all his Vains forth-went Stopping the Organe of his speache a space To what he wold he should nocht giue consent And what he should he wold noght that imbrace Proud Cupid from her firie looks foorth-sent Loue burning dairts that more and more incres His thoghts at last he thinks his oune he 'll make her Her heart fleis throgh her eies and prays him take her And whill he goes within hes arms to catche her Casting his Ete aside he their espyis Her faithfull knight who all this time did watche her Loue Furie Wrathe Disdain a combat tries In his sad looks and Rage bids still dispatch her But blak Dispair did thus to him deuis More honor is 't thy selt to Saccrefies And tell disloyall her thou loyall dyes So shalt thou end thy els eu'r endles paine And die with honor to her endles shame No take his life quod Jelosie againe Quod reasone why he does not bear her blame Quod Curage shall hee vn-reprou'd obtaine Then thou no man much les a knight by name Quod Reasone if he die she hate thee shall Then quod Despair kill Him her thee and all But reasone says and Pitie taks her parte O will thou kill thy Natiouns lamp of light No rather go to him with all thy hearte And giue him all thy intrest all thy right So shall thou winn great praise and heighe desart Quod Beautie first depriue thine Eies of sight No then quod Loue thy heart first must thou tear Foorth from thy breist for her Idea's their Which is the starr that reulls thy life thow knois Whill he thus reuld with Iaring passions stands Sad pitie mou'd this braue yung erle mak chois Beautie to flie and brak loues mightie bands And thus he said if heau'ne will that wee lose And that those pirats get ws in their hands No torment shall sufficientlie assuage Their cruell will their furie and their rage So gladlie wold they wish reuenge to tak Of fourtie which we last of theirs did kill Wounding their Lord tho we but few did laik But so Eternall Maiestie did will Now theirfoir first I wish you to forsake Our companie let hap ws good or Ill And tak those knights which
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
be shoune Eu'ne in dispight of fortuns crueltie To work most dread reuenge if ouerthroune And with their brauest captains let vs die Lo fame and Glorie shall oure death attend Nor shall they much reioise in this oure end The rest whome Anger curage greif dispair Tormenting made to wish their deaths were nie Applaudeth all that he had said and their All crie dye die reuenge and brauelie die But their braue Prince with mild looks doth declair His counsall wise and his command whereby Their fiurie hote and fond dispair refraining He to his brother answers thus complaining Thy counsall in the wise no place will find With such dispairing hezerds to betray Oure selfs vnto oure foes they proue to kind To please their foe that works their oune decay What tho the basser sort their beastlie mind In flieing from oure camp doth weill beuray Yet hope and forsight fortun still commands And warrs good luuk in wisdoms counsall stands What though oure fainting troups haue fled before Who e'r the neues of ill with terror stings These at the reall sight will feare much more And confort none but meir disconfort brings Yea when they fled my hopes they did restore And with them fled the Douts of my desings Greate foolls ar they that builds their hopfull goode Vpone the euer changeing multitude In you that doth remane my confort lies Nor can a world of armeis me effray For heau'ne promeisd mee that I should ryise Vnto my foes shame ruin and decay I cair not I what earth or hell deuyis They can not hinder heauin though they dalay Fraill mans intendit blish by heauins decreed With heauinlie faith is eathlie wants suppleid Knou then this praise to Scotts is onlie deu Neu'r conquerd yet neu'r yeildit to their foes For want refusing neuer to perseu With endles warr the iust reuenge of those That wold their liues or liberteis subdeu For Scotts will ether all way mak a chose Of friedome euer poore with warre maintaind Then bondage euer riche with peace still gaind By this they sie an armie to appeir Before their face and at their baks they vieu The Lord of Lorne with all his troups drau neiâ— By secreit by-wais led them to perseu Whereat they stand amaz'd vntill they heire Their Lords wise hardie resolutioun treu Whoe thus to cheir and confort them began Fear not their slight for do the worst they can Wee shall esheu their craft their hate their force Then he commands his brother to depairt And Lennox Erle with them ane hundreth horse Douglas and Hay vnto the contrair Airt With equall number bend their speedie course Now freinds quod he eche bear a valliaunt hearte And fleing fight and fighting flie your foes For your braue flight hew forth your wais with bloes So our's shal be the Glorie of this day And wee with fame returne but thay with shame We with the rest will likewais hold oure way Betuixt their armeis so shall we reclame Oure life and honor whiche thay count their pray Yea and perhaps er long may pay thame hame This said all Thrie thrie sundrie way 's oppose Their Warlick breists gainst thousands of their foes Yea suerlie each of theme great valor shoes And wisdoms beams stil gaue thair valor light They brak throw armed Squadrons of their foes Thus they perseuing flie and flieing fight O curage great O valor worthie those That ryse to ewer shyning Glorie bright Throw thrice fyue thow sand fighting fleis thrie hundeâ— Not loseing One O curage great O wonder The valiannt Bruce with vnresisted might Fleis yet his deids still maks him knowne of all The lord of Lorne that weill espyde his flight So one folloud him in hope to work his fall Fyue hunderth thrice on horssis swist and light With him he taks and gius but leasure small To Bruce who thrice diuids his Men in thrie And thrice thrie sundrie wayis the're forst to flie At last with him their did remane but one And yet his foes still follow'd on his tract Their care is onlie him to haue allone Nor seme thay of his Men account to make Fiue knights that al the rest had farr owt gone Wer cum so neir that him they ouertake Whoe scornd to Flie whill he had bein aliue Though but allone from fystie ioynd to fiue The knight that with him stayd was bold and stout Whoe 's birth made in his dams fair breists appear The milk that nur'st the Prince for whiche no dowt He greatlie loud the Man and held him deir Whoe with him twrns now to their foes abut Both on theme twns nor wold they once reteir Ther salutations were in raige and wrathe Death on eche wound attends and shame on death Thrie to the Prince and two vnto the knight Addrest and thus the combat's wndertane The valiaunt Monarche with two bloes doun right Ones heart anothers head did cleiue in twane Whairat dismaied the thrid doth shwn to fight And now this matchles lord thus left allone Len'ds th' one a blow that did his knight assaill Till from his hors he sank doun cold and paile Beneath the knights good suorâ—d the fourt soone dyis Death after him that flees wes quicklie sent This strattagem the Prince doth sone devyse To learne to sie and know his soes intent He on this horse in this knight arms doth Rise And to his foes bak as a freind he went His knight he their Commands for to soiurne Till he againe dead or alive Returne This bak agane a Myll 〈◊〉 had not gone When as he meits the Forward of his foe Come with a spedie marche that way anone And them before a hundreth knights and moe Come towards him before all these allone A senting Slewth hound coms with Squyars two The hound his owne he knew without all dout Which by his foes was broght to find him out Without delay without advisement long He foreward spurrs vpon his loftie steid Whose Swiftnes had no match them all among Knowne by the hound whom he was wount to fied On him he fauns and with a leap hâ—flong Furth from the leische runing on him with speid Whom when he wold haue kil'd poore pitie mov'd him He cold not be ingrait to none that lov'd him Wherfore he bak Returns the way he came The hound still following him had keept him still When loe these hundreth knights espyde the same The horse and Arms they know yet doubt some Ill That with a scornefull raige their mynds Inflame And with auou'd revenge their harts they fill Thus with disordred haist they quiklie runn And one by One much ground of him they winn Some him to kill and some the hound to take Did oftentimes assaie but al in vaine For their disordred furie still he brak Each wound with holds a foe with death or paine Yet was he forc'd at last away to mak By killing of the hound his life to gaine And being now come neir vnto his knight He thinks not
meit against them all to fight But him commands in haist to kill that hound Which he him self could not abide to doe Hard by a Forrest couered all the ground Whoe 's treis our all the Rockie montans Bow Hither they flie where such dark ways they found As from their foes their saiftie did allow Thus mockt and scornd the armie turns againe With lose and Shame their travell spent in vaine The Argument Hells damnd fiends finds Scots renouned King And by three theeues works him a niew dispight To God he praies who graunts his iust designe Through deserts wild alone he flies by night He findes his men at last whom he doth bring On his proud foe who slawghterd fear 's his might Winter maks both their Camps brak vp at last At hunts greate Bruce a fearfull danger past Caput 11. INfernall Pluto Missing his Intent Began to rore his voice his words confound From whoe 's foull throat such thundring noise forth-went As schook the hel resovnding throw the ground His Bowells deip a mistie smook foorth sent Which made the Soules in endles Torments bond To dive in floods and in the flams to hide them Eschewing paine whill greater paines abide them His dreadfull looks effrayd the feinds and Ghosts Chokt with the savour of his noysum breath Like fleghts of Crows Hell musters forth her hosts From Herebus with horor feare and death In clouds of daungers on our Northern coasts They raine the bloodie tempests of theire wrath And scatred here and there they soon untwinde The webs of Woe wouen in each sinfull minde And one of them eu'ne then did hap to light On Robbers thrie that in this forrest lay Wheirthrou the valiant Bruce had tane his flight Him 〈◊〉 they whom they count an easie pray For which greate Eduard ritche rewards had heght Wheirfore their Treassone thus they did essay Myldlie they come vnto that noble Prence And vous to spend their lives in his defence They Scotts-men war by right his subiects too Which to their treasoun ads more credit still Dark night to shroud the rest which they wold doâ— Heauins siluer walls with sabill hingings fill Within this fortest stood a Schiphirds croo No other ludging were they neir vntill Thither those theius this noble Prince furth guid And with their Schift a supper soone prouid When hee right pleasandlie hand tane repast Of viands such as tyme wold then affoord On the cold earth he lays him doune at last A sheld for pillow serud this noble Lord When thousand cairfull thoghts were ouerpast Sleips charning rod of silence him restord Vnto a slumber soft but whill he lay He thoght he hard a voice him threatning say Though careles of they self heauins for thee care Vp vp arise from daunger the defend Whaerat he starts aloft begines to stare When as he seis com from the houssis end The Robbers thrie that with their swords prepare Death on his Knight and him in sleip to send But with his sword he their designment braks And with his foot his faithfull knight awaiks Yet or he could arise one of the thrie Vnto him stâ—pâ—t and with his trenshant blad He forc'd his soull furth from his brest to flie Which in the Prince both greif and anger bred And in his wrathe his death so venged he That of these Traitours thrie he soone was red Then thanks he God who saift him from that snare And thence depairts loadned with greif and care Wheir as his horse was feiding their he goes Whill as the darknes sum what cleirer greu And being monted then no way he knoes And yet from thence him self he soone with dreâ— Yea oftentims him self him self did lose In desarts wyld in paths but vsed by feu Renoluing still within his troubled thoght What greuons cait's proud fortun had him wroght At last beseching his great Lord of Grace To pitie him and confort to him send His earnest praier cleius heauins starrie face And at Jous throne for mercie did attend Whoe bends his gratious eies on mortalls race Vieuing their woes their waiknes weill he kend The splendour of his glorious countenance Cleir's heaune and earth and chaisd hells feinds fare hence Earth fred of such a sinfull Burthen vild Begins to smill on heauins all glorious sphear's When from the Prince all sorou was exyld Confort from heauin to his sad soule repair's His faith had broght from his deir saueour mild Assured hope of what his soule requear's Now to that place he goes the neirest way Wheir he appointed all his men to stay When bright Auror her treasurs had furth sought She edgd the siluer clouds with freing's of gold And hangs the skies with Arras rarely wroght Powdred with Paarle and pretious stones vntold Then roses reid and whit from inde she broght And strou'd heauins floor most glorious to beholdâ— Yet weips she for she thinks it all to small To welcum great Apollo to her hall Ere Sole could shine his way did him restor Wheir Edward and the Douglas did abide With all his troups that scattred wer befor With whome the Prince doth secretlie prouide For to assalt his foes so proud of yore For them he cairles kneu dispersed wide Disordred quite and scatterd heir and their Nor for him wold they look nor for him care They all agrie yet thus he wold them cheir Braue frends quod he behold this happie day That shall the clouds of oure disasters cleir And bring the Garland from oute foes away Me thinks I sie fair victorie appeir To croune vs that triuphms on their decay And their hot blood ritch trophes vs aduances Borne on the points of oure victorious lances Me thinks vpone oure glistring creste I sie The glorious garland of the conquest worne Whill fether-futted fame before vs flie Vpone the golden wings of Honor borne Altho nor ours their numbers greater be Yet fear them not Jehoua heighe hath sworne To yeild them in your hands that ye may steip Your thristie blaids in blood whill as they sleip This said from heauen reflected on his face A lightning beame bright shining pure and cleir His countinance shind with such heaunilie grace As lightned all about both farr and neir a Martiall furie in his breist took place Whoe 's sparkling did his eies with lightning cheir So that his gallant port and gracefull looks The bold conferms the faint with shame rebooks A Guide he got whoe broght him wheir they lay Encamped in a fair and open plane And or the glorious soun could guilt the day Four hundreth he had wounded hurt and slane For these before the camp a littel way Within a village cairles did remane Yea eu'ne the camp at last they did perseu And their with slaughter did the fight reneâ— The fire yet stay'd within his assie coath When they began the camp for to invaid Sleip rest or silence eurie one did touch And heir and their they lay disordered Some were a sleip of wine that
drunk too much And some with cards and some with dice wer led Some lasie lubbards quafd carrousis deip Till eurie drink began an endles sleep Whill thus they ly thois warreours enter in Too strik Iustitiars for to pairt the fray The wine and blood both foorth togidder rin From bak from brest or side eu'ne as they lay Half words confoosd their hollow throts within Made billowing nois their blood their breath did stay Someâ—ise to strik some op's their mouth to chide Those fall and these with blood chokt gasing diede Thus whill eche sword dislodg'd a hundreth liues Braue Bruce made knowne his rancour wrath and ire Squadrons he killâ— cuts cords and tents he riu's And for reuenge enflam'd with hote desire To ouerthrou them all alone he strius To kill the men and set the camp on fire And foreward still allone he Murthring goes giuing more deaths then wounds more wounds then bloeâ— But as a hungrie Lion for his foode Kills thousand beasts mo then he can deuore So thou stout Edward doth their liues seclude Whom thy braue Brothers haist had past before And tredding proudlie on the multitude Thou seemest sad becaus thou findst no more Whereon to exerceis thy valor so Wishing eche trunk could raise a stronger foe Now at an vther Parte doth enter in The conquering knight that dreidful slaughter makâ— So from the west the drying winds begin To cleir heauins cloudie front and stronglie braks The spoungie bann exhal'd vp by the Sunne Furth of the Germane laik which Aâ—oll taks Vpone his wings and mousters sorth in hosts Wheir with he threats to droun the northern costs Eu'ne so this campioun dâ—iueth bak by force The multitude of armed Squadrons strong His warlik wepon kill 's without remorse His eies such firie splendor dairts along As burns their hearts but fear concealls their lose All turning baks forget to venge their wrong And cairles of their shame their fame their fall They lose their liues their honor hope and all And he that to gainestand will proue so bold As not to flie but brauelie beare it out Soone lyis he breathles tumbling on the mold Which in the rest conferms their fear and doubt Thus foreward none his furie can with hold Till with his Lord he meits wheir all the rout Assembled were and weareid nou with killing The souldiers disperst the tents were pilling But Scots greate king who saw them cairles care More for their gaine then conquest to prolong Causd sound retreat least some neu force repare And bring the conquest backe with shame and wrong By this the English Generall did prepare Of armed knights aboue fiue thousand strong But this braue Lord in time reteird his crew Whill as they had no lust for to persew The worthie Bruce thus haueing payd his foe Of that disgrace which he had lait receau'd He was both lou'd and fear'd and hatit so As the iust worth of his greate deids had crau'd Yea Englands warlick Generall thoght in woe Extold him much when he his worth perceau'd Swearing by Joue that heauins decred to raise him And in the midst of hate was forcd to praise him Wheirfore he breaketh vp his camp that night Letting his Soldiers to their home reteire The mightie Scot to Carrick marcheth right And soiorns their the deade time of the yeare Wheir noght befell him worthie to reciet Saif once he went a hunting of the Deare For their hee thoght no foes could harme afford Since all that land obeyd him as their Lord. Now being much delighted with that sport His warlik knights were neir about him still One day vnto an forrest they resort The hart and hind with Grewhounds for to kill And he allone stai'd in a priuat sort With two swift hounds aboue them on a hill Till all the rest were scattred farr and niere Rousing the woods to bring him in the deere While here he staied three men he did espie Come from the wood with awfull countenance Each bends a bowe and thus doth him defie To venge the Cumings blood is our pretence Braue Sirs quod he then first I praie you trie Me with your swords if I can make defence Thrie one to kill so farre were endles shame So Cowards fight the ualiant hates such game At these his words their bows awaie they threw And with their swoords they sharply him assaile His hounds he loos'd his sword he quickly drew And many bloes on either hand they deale The hounds that sie such foes their Lord persue One by the gorge vnto the ground they haile One of the other two by this he kil'd Then kills him whom the hounds at ground still hild The third who fears such guerdon for to trie Staied not but soon betakes himselfe to flight Whom when these Heauen-ordained hounds espie They follow both with kien and aufull might And in a Trace they force him by and by Most furiouslie vpon the ground to light Their Lord at last from them did him reswme And striklie giv's him his deserved doome When all his knights returnd they wondring view How heavens their Prince from danger had preserv'd To God they gaue greate thanks and Praises dew Reioysing that so braue a Lord they serv'd This did his fame throu all the land renew All wish'd him now what his great worth deserv'd Who skap'd so many Dangers they conclude Must be reserved for a greater goode The Argument FIrst at Gâ—entrâ—ll doth Scotts renowned Prince Get victorie aboue the English foe Douglas at Ederfoord with valiaunce By fourtie doth a thousand overthro Then Pembrok Sews for Battell with pretence To frie the land from longer warr and so 〈◊〉 Lowdon-hill he brings an armie fare But vanquist Fleis the land in greate Dispare Caput 12. WHen in his goolden carroish Sol returns From Zenith bake into the northern starr The Ram growne proud with am'rous heat so burne That with his horns he seimis too make him warr Hils turns in tearis their milk whit Robs and murns To se them selfs so strip'd by Sol afarr Who too redresse that wrong is quicklie seen For ermins poore to cloith them all in green The Gardens pranckt with rosie buds still spring Whill Flora dalleis in her flowire bed Whom Zepheir Cowrts and swit to her doth sing Wiping away the Tears Aurora sched Whoe 's shril sweit notts throu all the sorreâ—â—s ring When Meids with grase and woods with Leavs ar cled So that the spring thus following Phebus treace Made ewre thing to look with cheirfull face When Bruce Scotts hope their confort and their Ioy With all his knights doth too the feilds repeare Stout hardie Eduard feirles of Annoy And fortuns knight braue Douglas al 's wes there Whom victorie did sewintie tyms convoy Crownd with the Garlands of her golden hare And many mo all knights of highe renowne Pillars of State and Pearles vnto the Crowne Thrice nyntie knights their number were at most All marcheing furth with cheirfnll Countenance Whoe 's
His Whelps by his example feids on blood Eune so he cums with scarled cullored bled His conquring creu encurage by his sig ht Before whoe 's terror threatning face they fled Yea eune greate Pembrok yeelds him nou to flight This vprore such a greate confusioun bred The English throws away their armour bright With still sad murmurs Scotts perseu their foes And noght was hard but dying Groans and bloes From Erebus blak darknes taks her flight And spred her wings aboue ou'r half of Ground When th' English aided by the freindlie Night Ow're Hills and Daills dark wais for saiftie found And of their Natiue soill to haue a sight The greater pairt by solempt vous was bund For noght they fand in this oure barren soill But death and wounds in stead of wealth and spoâ—â— After this victorie so raiâ—lie got The choise of Princes with ane humble mind Gaue thanks to God for his successiue lot And holie vous vnto the Lord enshrind Then marching furth in haist he resteth not Till all the western cuntreis were inclind To his meik reull and with aduise more stai'd Kill Cuningham and Carrik him obay'd Whill in the West he regnd as conquerour Sir Odomer was greiud at his succes And thought he had dissolud his strongest pou'r Seing his oune atcheuments fortunles Yet fortun on ane vther wold not lour An vther captaine whoe 's greate worthines Had giuene good proufe in many a bloodie fight A Scotts man he sir Phillip mubray hight Him wold be neids imploy vnto this fate And to his chairge commits a thousand horse With these to vieu Scotlands greate Kings estate And wait aduantage to imploy his forse But mightie Bruce exper'ence had of lait That strenth shall oft of craft receaue the worse And being cairfull vigilant and wise Preuents his craftie foes slie interprise With fortuns knight tuyce tuentie furth he send To vnderstand and knou the foes desings Who haueing searchd and traueld far in end His way him to an narrou Passage brings On eurie hand did mightie crags ascend On eurie side beloue deip marras springs And of this place he fitlie maks a choise For to ganestand or to assalt his foes Long staid he not when all his foes drew neir For by that way they neids must onlie go Stout moubray then his warlik troups did cheir Whill they curagiouslie did chairge their foe And as on Neptuns humid sky so cleir Sterne Borias to the land the walls doth blo Till waue on waue brak on the Baltik shore Whoe 's dying voice ou'r all the land doth rore So eurie Rank on Rank is beaten bak By that braue count and his resistles crew Their ranks in Ordour ordourles they brak They kill the bold and fliers faint persew All gois to death they none to mercie tak And with meir strenth and valor overthrew Their foes at last and forced all with might Nor can their captaine stay their fearfull flight But Moubray stout wise valiaunt featles bold Whoe 's words nor deids le ts not his men to flie Scornd such a flight nor could his foes with hold His Resolution Acted constantlie Forth throu their ranks he doth his wey vnfold Wheir much blood doth his sterne wrath satisfie At last he lost his brand and shund the fight Els had he yeildit captiue to their might His fanting troups fled home the way they came Which when he vieud vpone the vther side Such raige and furie did his breist inflame As he wold neids returne and wold abide Gainst all his fois but that could no way frame For want of wapins forst him turne aside Whill as the count whoe 's deids ar eu'r glorious Triumphing to his Prince returns victorious His Prince that nou was vnder Loudon hill And all that cuntrie to his Peace had broght These Losses all great Pembroks ear 's did fill And sets fierce rage on edge for this he thoght If Scottlands King had fortun thus at will Englands intendit Conquest turns to noght Wherefore this motione has vnto him sent By which their wraith should soone or neu'r be spent He bids him vnder Loudon hill prepair To giue him Battell on the tenth of may And if the Conquest fell to Scottlands shair England sould quite the land that verie day And neu'r returne to clame a conquest their But if the English wan without delay Then yeild he should vnto fair Englands Prince And at his sentence stand for his offence To this the graue wise worthie Bruce agreis And for that day great Preparation maks But with greate foresight wiselie he foreseis How that his mightie foe aduantage taks Of multituds of men and lairge suppleis Whoe 's endles numbers his meane force brake For which thrie walls he raises wondrous hie Eune their wheir as the battell fought should be And in the midst he leaus a Plaine so wide As hundreths fiue might martch feight at ease At euerie ende laie Marrasis beside So at their back they could no forces raise Thus onely here he wold his foes abide Let Fortune froune or fauour whom she please But twise three hundreth march'd with him along Altho his foes were full seauen thousand strong Syr Odomer the bold doth keip the day And marched brauelie vnder Lowdon low He puts his warlick armie in array Whill as the king of men him self doth show With his small pour his passage for to stay His hardie knights the art of warr did know These oft approu'd so oft had tryde their might He neids not to encurage theme to fight Yet Earths great Warriour restles still did raunge Now here now there his restles troups among Kindling their breasts to hole and new reuenge Of olde done Deeds and long receaued wrong The Captains of his troups he need not chaunge For these were matchles hardy wise strong The worthie Douglas and the valiant Haye Edward the firce impatient of delaie Whoe with his troup did first assail the foe For his fierce wrath could brook delay no more How soone this angrie Prince him self did sho Terror and feare went sadlie him before As when strong winds doth caus heighe tyds to flo Whoe 's brackish waus still beat the brokin shore Seas smoth back rold before with gentle breath In briffels set spits forth his foamie wreath Soe after furious Edward all the plaine Was ouer-run with Ranks of spears shields Horse armour weapons ecchos aye againe The dreadful noise that Drumme Trumpet yeilds Strife Terrour Rage follow both Hoasts anon Death softens armour and strong weapons weilds Furie and Strife stalks through the hoasts with fire Of deadly wonds kindled with blood-blown Ire Now both the armeis insteling roodlie met And spears and sheilds gainst spears and shelds opposd Strength answerd strength wound for wound they get Swords targets piks with piks swords targets closd Then Tumult coms to heauin her head she sett And from her throt a thousand sounds she lousd That throu the Air
confusdlie Iarring roar Such sound greate waters send from brokin shoar Or as when Raine by nights blak tempests borne Doun from heighe Rocks and mountans to the plane Stons earth and treis vp by the roots hath torne Till streams and all in one pit fall agane Whoe 's bullring noyse when cums the pleasant morne The herdmen frights that with their floks remane Such sounds their conflict yeilds and throu the aer Sends clamors groans and all th' affects of rear But thou braue Eduard was the first did wound And wounding kild and killing did affright Thy Enemers whill through the troupe redound The neus of thy greate deads which raise on hight Thy soldiers hairts their valor did abound With aufull strenght resistles still they fight And thou bold Hay aduentrouslie did venter Heuing a way nixt for thy troups to enter The woes Hay wroght an English lord their brings Whoe wonders at his deids at last in wrathe A darte he sends that to his labors sings And weill neir broght with it a haistie death Persing his Curace fâ—om his breist out springs A streame of blood neir wheir his life took breath Wheir with the throuer call's now do not bost If thou has kild thy blood appease their Ghost My blood quod he cums from an honord wound But this kein dairt from ane deceitfull hand To tell me of thy treasone it did sound And vows to ayme more right at my command By this the English campeoun was bound With chains of death no longer could he stand Death child his blood and strength within his vains For lo the Schaft send bak had perst his breans The warlick English Generall seis him fall And thrusts vnto the front or face of fight His brand he shaks so dreadfullie with all That many fanting schrunk out of his sight But oure bold Hay wold not his steps recall Whoe 's honord marche reproou'd their shamefull flight And for him self he wisheth death were ny So that braue Imp of Englands race might dy The conquering knight this while had march'd so fare And led his troups so brauelie on his foes That their they yeeld vnto the chance of warr Their ranks sore shakkin now much ground they lose Bak went the first their ordour quite they marr And then the Scotts with clamours hudge arose Some stuffs the chase whoe 's breists with curage boild And other some drew furth the deid and spoild Greate Odomer of all this nothing knew Whoe being woundit by the valiant Hay Enraged like a sauage bore he grew And with a fureous blow he doth him lay Senceles to ground and off his helmet flew Yea surlie this had bein his laitest day But that he saw his side go to the worse And turns to stay their flight his en'meis force He haisteth furth and shaems to sie their foill Whoe 's cheirfull count ' nance maks them all returne Against the Scotts whoe still dispysd their toyll And thikning their instructed pour's they burne With hote desire of their expected spoill And in that verie place wold they soiurne Whill as the light was pent vpin the skyes With swartish clouds of dust that did aryse Eu'ne as in Mills wheir Graine is ground non may Stand neir for dust blowne vp by breathing aer That turns to paled hew their bright array So from returning troups and squadrons faireâ— The clouds of dust suted the Scotts in gray Now fights the English fierslie to repare Their faults the Scotts wold keip what they had winn Both sides stands firme and freshlie doth beginn Bold hay recouered of his trance agane With angrie shame did venge him of his foes Searching for him that left him so in paine Many their life 's for their lordes fault did lose Whill he on wereid killing did remane And gainst wholle trowps he doth him self oppose Whoe 's good example cheirs eche englishe band And to their bold lordes work they boldlie stand Weill bakt with trowps this Mars-like man coms in Who 's deids strook feare through all the Scottish host Who lossing ground to flight doth nou begin But Edward Douglas Haye and Boyd doth cost Along their troups and here and there doth rinn Praising the bold and cowards still they boast Yet their braue deids preuaileth more then cries In leaders deeds the souldiers confort lies But worthie Bruce their harts with courage fills A cloud of Knights with spears shields he brings And as when sheepheards sees from tops of hills A cloud broght from the sea on Eurus wings Amazd they stand and gaze against their wills While heauen on earth a smoakee darknes wrings Which drawing neire to them affrighted then They dreue their heards into some couert den So darkning Earth with spears with swords with shields They came and in their breast a tempest broght To whose apparent wrath the English yeilds For they had seein what these before had wroght Of their left wing they quite had scourd the fields Thus quickly they resolue and with a thought All yeilds to flight and down their weapons threw Scotts kill anb chase til night her conrteins drew The Argument Bruce falleth sick neir to the Northern Shore Tho armie mutanes for his sore diseas Whom at that instant heauins to speich restore Els all hadd yit his speich doth all appease They fight with Buchans Erle and thence they bore Their Lord in spight of foes their camp they raise Auld Meldrums Battell brings his health agane He wins Sanct Iohnstoun with a subtill trane Caput 13. LIghts cheirful dame in saiffron Robs did shine Whoe 's siluer beams through eurie pairt disperst Of this Terrestrial Glob did nou refine The thikned air and leauie forrests peirst Wheir hills Groius dens and valeis deip decline To nights dark showis thoes shadowis broune it sherâ— When to the camp of conquring Bruce aspird Greate troups of Scotts of English thraldome tir'd And all that land soone to his peace was broght Bold Odomer nou like to burst for wo To Bodwell flies and then to Englaud soght No more to Scotland wold he proue a foe Thus was the thrid pairt of the Kingdome thoght Trew homage to their natiue Prince to sho The rest for Lord the English King did know By threttie thousand English held in ow Greate enemies had oure farr greater King In the greate north that natiue Scotts ware borne Their Buchans mightie Erle did proudlie regne That Cummernalds reuenge had deiplie sworne Brechins greate Lord like vengeaunce coueting And with them Sir Iohn Moubray they suborne With many more that by the Cumnings factioun Held many boundles Bounds in greate subiectioun To quaill their pride and tame their tameles wills Directlie north our dantles Prince doth go Crossing these farr renoumed toples hills Of Grangebene that Scotland pairts in two His euer famous name these regions fills With feare and terror of ensewing wo He led his famous captains with him all Saiue Douglas whom he left for to recal Trew Scotts to
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