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
valor their deserts Oure Elders mounted vp to honors Throne When Rudelie They Opposd their Arm 's and Arts In Belgia fair against this foe alone Such prais they wan beneth those temp'red Clim's As maks them famous to Eternall Tim's Indeed such praise and Glorie great they wan As these whoe 's grevous wrong's they cam to right Ingratelie and Vnnat'rallie began T'Invy thair greatnes and to feare their might How soone their Suord freed them of fo's eu'ne then Of them they make a Massacre by night And as a sad Remembr'aunce of this Acti'on Scots onlie gwards their king for satisfaction O had you foght your contreies honor still As those for honor from theier contrey came Your golden praise had gilt my rusty quill And with perfumes had fir'd my sacred flames But now my wofull song kinde Eies may fiil With teates and harts with sorrow for the same For had the Scots trew to themselues rem aind Long-shanks had not soe great a glory gain'd But O why am I thus with passion led For pardon curteous Reader must I sue Earths brauest Prince wee left within a shade Who hauing made a period did renew His woefull historie and thus he saied Now doth our endles tragedie ensue The Scots wee left still fighting at Dunbarr Them-selues against themselues O curel warr The rest of wofull Scoots that did remaine Perceauing this new losse and sodaine chaunge They fainted yet they fought for to obtaine That honour which their fellows did infringe Each one thus by his second selfe was slaine While as the English smils at such reuenge And thus whem nought but death to Scots ensue They yeald to Fortune not to Valor trew Now onlie English Edward was Renownd all yeelds to him and to his fortuns Rare He with our Auntient Diadem was Crown'd To him the Princes of the land Repaire Whill Baleoll in seas of sorrows Drownd By english Scots was broght in blak dispair Before great Edward when he did deny All title Right and soveraguitie Thus Edward made a conquest of oure crowne And homage did Requyre of all the lande Which sundrie Lords and Princes of Renowne Refus'd nor wold they yeeld to his demand And while the wrathfull heavins lookt mildlie dous They for a space wold flie his vengfull hand Wheirfore two hundreth yeowths he with him leâ— These were the first borne son'â— of those that fled Th'Imperiale Treassour hence he did convoy With all the Iewells of oure Diadem Oure antient monuement's he did distroy And from all time to blot the Scottish name He burnt with fyit what ere we did enjoy Wreits Books and works and to augment our shame The marbill chear oure oldest Monument He reft away wheiron these lyns were pent Ni fallat fatum Scoti quacunque Locatum Invenient lapidem Regnare tenentur Ibidem If fatall desâ—eines be trew the scots shall find this stone And wheirsoew'r They find the same their they shall Regne allow King Edward thus of all our welth possest And all wheir to we did good Right pretend To curâ—e toun a garesone addrest And to each Strength his captains did he send And english lords did in the land invest Of those that to his Scepter wold not bend Thus long we leu'd in care in wo and sorrow that alway did augment from day to morrow In this tyme lew'd a worthie valiant knight Most fortun at who Wallas heght to name Wallas by wit by valor fate and might Who Scotland thrise from Bondage did Recleame His coadherent in that cause of right Was that braue Mare of men the val'aunt grhamâ— Both fortunat and famous both wheirby Tho dead They Liue to all Eternitye Scotland the fourth tyme was in thraldome broght After good Wallas had relev'd it thrice When him betrayde by that accursed thought Of fals Monteith the English did surprise Eu'ne curst manteith by heauin's for vengence wroght By fortun fate and cruell Desteneis His Nations shame lyns blot and Cuntreis scorn By furies broght from hell or he was borne Whoe 's lawles act whoeis leud and haetfull name Polluts my virgin vn-polluted ryms Yet theese so calld As faultles I reclaime Thoght I vnfold his neu'r concealed cryms Let them not greive at me nor at his shame If they leiue spotles to Eternall tims I blame the Man but not the lyne discendit The deide but not the name is reprehendit Poore Scotland thus in all calametie While Bondage like ane Earth-quaik Rents the state Assunder quyte and still oure Infamie Incressing by the Means of priuat hate Oure selfs amongst oure selfs divided be Which maks this vncouth straunge and new debait Comfussion thus cast doun from heavins above Doth still Increase and can not yet remove Much I lamented this my cuntries wo And oft desird to remedie the same Till fortun heau'ns and fate at last did sho A meane to blaze abroad my secret flame To mak the variows wondring world to kno My great desire my Countreis will to frame Yet fortuns frowns on mydesigne sattendid And hevi'ne was with my rash attempts offendâ—â— The cumin euer Infamous for that crime Of mee a secret Parle did require And thus he said now fortun fits the Time whâ—irin thy right may to the crowne aspyr The variws myn lâ— beneth this variws clime Do now more stedfastlie them selfs Retire Wissing their curst allegaince now were broke Yet groane they still beneth the English yoke What glorie great the warrlike Scots haue woon From age to age all time can witnesse beare Scots onely keeps a free vnconquer'd croune Scots onely gaue the mighty Romans warre At whom beg'd peace the Romans of renoune Was 't not the valiant Corbred they did feare Who but the Scots the valiant Pichts subdu'd And warrlike Danes whose force seau'n times reneud But we eu'ne wee degenerat and bare Doe challenge yet from them our blood our being Tho prostitute to infamie and care Our selues eu'ne with our selues still disagreeing For courage feare for worth wit dispaire To vice inclining still from vertue flying Thus haue wee made our selues a woful praie Vnto our Foe ne're siene before this day Where is becom our Elders vallerous harts Their deeds their virtue and their conquering sword Their dignities their office place parts Their victories with Monuments decoird Their auntient Armes woone by their braue deserts Can these noe good noe strength noe wit afford No no I sie wee faint wee feare wee fall From honour Greatnes Libertie and all Yet that we may at their desertes but aime As those who shold inherit them by right Rise thou in Armes thy right for to reclaime My selfe my power my strength and all my might Shall follow thee my race and all my name Shall with Victorious Armes maintane the fight Giue me thy lande but when the Crown is thine Or for thy right therof Receaue thou mine Soone to these sugred words I did accord And then betuixt vs two a band was made That when I to the Crowne
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
Restorde that land which long before lay bound Beneth a Tirrants seruill Èoak with paine But this estate they long remand not In Such was the wrath of angrie heauins for sinne The Argument Scotlands great King from treasone ill contriued By heauens and his oune valour is relieued Inspight of twyce two hundreth he repriued The victorie which he alone at chiued He resteth their till all his knightes aryud The wittie Hay is with his hast agrieud Ferce Eduard ayd vnto his brother lendes Douglas to winn his strength agane in tendes Caput 8. WHill fame with brasen breath did souud o're all What she had heard in Scota's faerest land Of Bruce returne whoe 's arme imperiall Now our the westerne regions did command Greate Eduards Viceroy did a consail call Wherin with graue aduise he chuisd a band Of warlik Soldiers and ther Captane bold Sir Iugrham Bell Achampion wise and old Now these for to gane stand his poure he sends And for to keip him still Into the wast For he him self with greater poure intends To pull the wyde vp be the root at last That squadron then their Warlick poure extends And marcheing to the toune of air they past Wheiras their warie captane minds be slight To work his valiaunt foe a foull dispight Within this land an antient kinght did dwell Whoe of oure prince had secret frendscip got He liebail heght whome th' Englishe did compell Of his sad death for to contriue the plot Two valiant sons he had nay sons of hell Who stainis thair fame with filthie treassons blot Nor this their treassone wold at all reveale But waits to tak occatioun by the heale Neir to king Roberts camp a Groue their lay Low by a riuers side and out of sight Wheir aiged oaks their branshed arms display And maks dimm shaids with dark and glomie light Heir oft oure prince in secret vst to pray Heir lay the murtherers till on a nicht Doune to this groue the Prince allone descended On who is returne a paige without attended No sooner mong these thickets did he go When he beheld wheir thay had cloislie lyen By what intelligence I do not know Or rather reuelatioun most diwyne He calls his paige and from his hand does throw A crosbow and a bolt both sharp and fyne The auntient knight he killeth with the same As he vnwar's too rashlie fordward came All armed the vaher tuo in wraith and rage Began him cruellie for to assaill But his good sword did both their wraiths assuage And did so much against them both preuaill Eu'ne then expird the daits of both their aige They in their death dispaering curse and raill Against their fate and fortuns bad decree Of God who cairles leues shall cairles die Thus to the camp the Prince returns agane Loud honord feard admird and praisd of all When night of day the victorie did gane The Scoutts returnd befoir his feit thay fall Whill in his Regall Tent he did remane Presenting their a prisoner with all Whoe to this worthie Prince in secret shoes That he should be assailed by his foes And how they wold aproche that veray night Vnder thik darknes blak and cloudie vaile And wold assault his Camp with suddain fight Nor wold strong Trenches noght at all preuaill With fire throune futth their Tents shold burne so bright Yet could not this his wonted curage quaill But with a glaide and cheirfull countenance He doth inquir what way they wold aduance Beyond this riuer ar they yet said he And by a secreit foord they pas vnknoune Then quod the Prince heauins oure Protector be As is oure caus such be oure fortons shoune Now he commands his captans for to sie That his small armie from the Camp be drowne And rank't in Battell furth vpone the plane Wheir they in arms must all that night remane To Guarde the Camp he sxtie maks to stay And brings four hundreth foorth with speir and sheild With this small armie he wold neids essay To force his subrill foe to flie or yield And that braue Lord that bears the name of hay He doth creat as Gen'rall of the feild Him self with onlie two wold go and view The foord wheir they sould pas that wold persew Now doun the Riuer side his course he bent From whoe 's steip banks heig he crags and rocks arise And still he seis the farther that he went Heigher the Shoir louer the streame still lyis At last wheir as the rocks in two was rent Their nature did a narrow path devviss So to the Riuer doun or vp might go But one in rank or at the most but two When this braue Prince this strength did well behold Quicklie these two that with him thither went He bak derects and prays in haist they wold Drow vp the rest his foes for to preuent For heir quod he oure foes to wsar sold To die what death we list for to inuent Craft without crafe we should with stand in vane Heir will I stay till you returne agane When they were gone he softlie nerer drew Whill as he hears a noise and ratling sound Which still the longer heard the greater grew At last horse Braying mens shrill voice confound Yet these he vous his flight shall neu'r persew Nor oght but death sall mak him lose his ground When lo paill Phebe shynd so bright and cleit That he discryis four hundreth horse well neir These crossing ou'r the Riuer did ascend The passage wheir with sword heighe borne he stands And with an bloâ—thâ— first bright Crest doth rend Nor head nor breist the mortall blaid with stands Doun falls the knight his reilling horse doth bend And fordward leaps but lo in both his hands The Prince his sword sheirs throu his hoarie syds And for his Lord a bloodie Tomb prouyds Now with a shout the rest of this proud crue Throngs vp the path and stronglie him Inuaid Part climing vp the crags vpon him flew And at his feitt they fall Leam'd Bruisd dismayd Troad by their frâ—nds they die the rest furth drew Their swords each other hurts hast Loue betraied Strait waie darke night firce raige doth blind them so Each hurts his frend for haste to harme his foe But as a Roke a Craig or Cap of lande That fire air watter raiging wold diuide Doth stedfast still and vnremoued stand Gainst thunder lightning tempests storme or tide Eu'ne so the Prince ganstands this warlick band And all their raige their wrath their strength doth bide Still as they came in troups confoosd to find him He marcheing leau 's them slaine in heaps behind him Their Leader formest now to speak began Ah shame quod he now neuer leiue we more So mâ—nie hundreth beat by one poore man Should die a thousand deaths death cloisd the dore An organe of his speache he staggring ran And relling twice he fall's the Prince before Whoe 's sword had perst his hart he lifts his eies With half groned words
By schip him self on sea the fight wold view And left two thousand on the land beside That 〈◊〉 montans tope them self withdrew Which did that cuntrie by it self diuide And vnderneth that hill the passage lay So that the arme's forst to pas that way The King that of them had intelligence Sends Douglas furth with him a chosen band Who with much paine but schort continuance Had winn their baks by hid wais which thâ—y fand Now comes the armie to the strait and thence They sie their foes aboue all armed stand On crags and hurld doun mightie stons from hie And thence they lat their clouds of arrous flie Wherefore an vther chosen band intend With valiant Hay to giue the chairge before Of these the stons broght many to their end And some returnd leamd briusd and wonded sore Yet to his foes bold Hay did still ascend Still formest to encurage them the more And tho but feu in spight of all their foes They wan the montains heighest top with bloes But surlie their eche one had losd his life Their foes so hudge encompast them about If Douglas who with labor pane and strife Had not arriued with his resistles rout But then o then bloes wounds and deaths were riâ—e Long faught they long was victorie in dout But Douglas now gan on his men to froune Becaus they were so long vn ouerthroune Then with the strongest ranks it faireth worce His sword their maks a wide and bloodie laine He treds them kild and wounded by his force Who yeeldeth leius all that resists at slaine So kill 's a hound the cur without remorse That bits when he that yeelds his life doth gaine Oure knight still kills the armd with best assistance And scorns t'assaill but wheir he finds resistance Good valiaunt Hay that through the rout furthwent Fand matchles Douglas dealling deaths anew And to his side he step't incontinent A hardie freind bold constant wise and trew These two once mett were all sufficient A greate and mightie Armie to subdew Yea thogh bold Hay had bidden from the fight Douglas allone had put them all to flight At last discomfeit all doth flie away Doune to a tumbling riuer deip and read They past a bridg that our this riuer lay Which they wold cut of danger to be fred But of their work they did them quiklie stay And gaue so fierce a chairge till thence they fled By this one bridg the Armie past the flood And fand from thence that no man them with stood A wondrous strength was their Dunstaffage heght The vanquest rebells mand this fortres strong But with a Seige inuirond hard and straight They forced ar to yeeld it vp or long Argills old Erle a man of wondrous might Got peace whoe 's sone had done such endles wrong Then all submit them selfs the King before Eu'ne all the Lords along the westerne shore All faithfull Scotts reioise of his succes And for to shew their iust conceaud Ire Their craftie foe by craft they wold supres Still when occasioun winkd at their defire Amongst the rest that shew his willingnes A contrey suaine their duelt in Lithgo shire That was both fearles hardie strong and bold He to his natiue Prince some seruice wold A peill or strength by Lithgo lake their stood That held in aw the countrie round about A hundreth English with their captane good Comands the strength wells fortified about This contrey cloune oft for their horses food With prouender and hay came in and out Fiue sones he hade as bold as was their sire Thrie brether borne and bred in Mars his ire And these weill arm'd within a wane he set And cuning lie he couerd them with Hay Then driueth furth his wane straght to the gatâ— Wheir he arâ—â—ed with the morning gray The porter rose and in the wane he let This driuer Binny heght who made no stay But to the porter lept and soone dispatchd him Then furth he lets the rest whill nothing fashd him And soone them selfs they throw the chambres spred Some sleipt some armd and naiked some they fand But all their liues at length they quiklie red None that resists could their rude rage with stand Thret tien were to the captains chalmer fled Who with him thoâ—n armd thes houses mand But tours nor walls could not preuent their smertâ— Mild pitie dualls not in a Curish heart The King returnd from Lorne did weill reward This binnie for so hazardous a deid Then of his nepheu Randolph heth regaird For still his loue his Anger did exceid Morais great Erldome he for him prepaird Of whom hereafter he might stand in neid And sure his worth is worthelie renound A brauer knight neu'r tred vpone the Ground Whoe being to his vncle reconceild Wislâ—d oft within his haughtie heart to sho Some peice of rarest seruice in the feild Whoâ—s fame his former faults might far outgo Fortun eu'ne then did fit occasioun yeild Whereby the King his willing mind should kno Nine prouinces with England yet did stand Besoutâ— the siluer Forth eu'ne all the land Obeid to Englands King but onlie thrie Iedbrughe and Eirik and fair Douglas dail These by the mightie Douglas conquerd be Gainst whose all couquring arme none could preuaill In all these lands braue Randolph weill did sie Many strong holds and castells to assaill Amongst the which was one whoe 's strenth excelâ— The Virgin-tour or Maiden-castell cald Of that heigh crag this beautifies the top Whereon the famous Edinburghe doth stand And that fair touns frie liberteis doth stop So proudlie doth the Garesone command Whoe 's wills to tame their insolence to crop His vncle puts the chairge into his hand Which he obeis and being furneishd out With a strait seige he sets the walls about A Gascon captane cheif was of the hold Whome straight the English tak and putt in bands And of them selfs they chusd a captane bold That valiantlie their enemie with stands Who in continuall labor doth them hold By new assaults with freshe and warlik bands Yet still with lose he 's forcd for to reteir So resolute and bold his foes appeir At last he seiks for to obtane by slight Wheir strenth did faill and wheir no force preuailis For sure it was vnpregnable by might In vaine with warlik force he still assaills Sir Williame Frensh or Fraunces lo he hight Whoe comes one day to him and thus reveills To winn the hold my Lord I know the way Nor all their force my subtle craft can stay My lustie youth I spent within these walls As capteiue whill my father did comand My loue within the toune as oft it falls To whom by night a secreit way I fand Tho dangerous to Bankâ—ts Masks and Balls I went for loue O what can loue with stand I shall you lead vp throu the crag by night Vnto a wall but scant seavne cvbits hight Glade was the erle that he did thus deuise And promeist him
a fair and ritche rewaird When pitche clouds then muffills vp the skies With thrittie and his guide the count repaird Hard to the rock and mounting doth arise A thousand faddoms height without regaird For fearfull danger could them noght with hold Vnder the wall at last they rest them wold When straight aboue them doth the watche repare And our the wall one throus a mightie stone The which a corner of the crag did beare Hard by them els they died had eurie one Flie trautors flie quod one I fie you their But with her dreadfull waill blak night allone Had couerd them by heauins heighe prouidence Els with a thoght ther sowlls hade pairted thence The watche that hears not seis nothing depairts When to the wall they sett their ledder straight And Frances first assends that knew these pairts Sir Andro Gray was nixt a valiaunt knight Then mounts the erlle when with curagious hearts The watch returns that now had got a sight Of them and treassone treasone loudlie cryes Wheir with they all awaekd in arms aryse Then thâ—t braue Loâ—d and his two knights persew The watche with such vndanted curage stout That all of them they quiklie ouerthrew When all the armed garesone cums out The Scotts or then got vp all doth renew A deadlie fight whill Blood flow'd round about Their bloodie swords oft gius a glomeing light Still made more fearfull by the dreadfull night Greate was the Number of the English foe But many hearts were ceas'd with soddant feare And yet their Captane did greate valor sho With whome as yet them selfs they brauelle beare A hardie Scot doth to the Captane go That Setone hight a knight that knew no feare Graue wise and old whoe 's counsall's stayd effâ—ct The worthie Randolph held in greate respectâ— Thrie sones he hade that with him self furth speids And when he seis the Captans murdring Ire My sones quod he let this bold knights braue deads Be bellowes for to kindle angers fire Perrells and dangers hard or honors seads Fame worthie prase to perrells still aspire His tender whelps so leads the Lion old Furth to their pray and whits their curage bold The youths stept foorth and with their hardie father The warrlick Captane furiouslie persew The old knight hits him on the helme but neither His armour pearst he nor his blood forthdrew Whoe nocht affraid but enraged rather His brand with blood of honord aige t'inbrew Quite throu his gentle brest the brand he thrust Whoe 's life and blood both at the wound furth burst The yeoungest sone that seis his father slaine Holds vp his dying sire with both his hands But o poore pitie kindnes o in vaine In vane for help he calls for his demands Ar soone cut of and with them cut in tuaine His arms that links about his Sire like bands Doun fall they both Both bid the rest adew Both kissing die Ah wofull sight to view Two brether now was onlie left a liue And yet tho both aliue both twice were slane In these two deaths yet both against him striue But nather could his furie greate restrane The brest doun to the bowells he doth riue Of one the vthers head he cleft in twane The noise and tumult of this haples fight Broght Randolph for to view this wofull sight He rudlie brak the prease and came in tyme To tak reuenge but too too late to ayd Ah woes me quod he shall you hs fair pryme Be thus distroyd and wisdoms wealth decay'd Whoe durst commit so in humane a cryme Whoe hath so fare from reasons center stray'd He quod the Captane whoe dars seall his deid With thy hot blood and on thy heart dart's feid For rage and wrathe the count could not reply But stronglie thrusts his sword furth him before Quyte throgh his brest the wound he ript t'esspy His cruell heart which his left hand furth tore And wrong furth blood sprinkling on these that ly But neulie dead if this can bak restore Your lius he proous a Pelicane quod he If noght let this appease your Ghosts from me And noght suffeisd with this reuenge at will He wraks vpon the multitude his wrathe Ther Captanis blood suffeisd him not vntill They â—ane in heaps to flie suche crwell deathe Some leaps ye craige some runs out our ye hill These breaks there necks those crushd to dust beneathe So headlong flies a flight of simple dous When from her way the princelie falcon bous Or then night fled to let the lightsome day Vnfold her works of murder death and blood The strength was wune no southeron their did stay Nor saw they anye that their will gaine stood The Gascon Captane that in prison lay The Erlle releasd from bands and seruitude Then fullie was that prophesie perfited Which Candmoirs Sanct-like Queen theirin indyted The Argument A messinger vnto the King doth scho Sad neus that doth incense his wrathfull lre From Roxbrughs tours braue Douglas beats the foe Eduards bold answer Quens hd his brothers fire To view the Englis camp doth Douglas go The Scots obey their Princes Iust desire Iew men they send but valiant fierce and bold Chusde furth of eurie Region vncontrold Caput 15. SCotlands great King that all this tyme had gone From toun to toune from citie strength and tour Throgh fiffe Stratherne Merns Angus one by one And Goureis cars which all vnto his pou'r Did glaidlie yeild and he eune he allone Their natiue Lord was their greate conquerour But he to Fdinbrughe returnd at last Till Isickles his chilling breth furth blast No greater pompe Solempnitie nor glorie Magnificence Praise ritches nor renowne Got Cesar as records the Romane storie When as he made the westerne world bow doune To Rooms proud reull wheirof he might be sorie Nor entred he more brauelie in that â—oune Then oure greate Lord when first he enterd heir Whoe was more lou'd whom all as much did fear Whill heir he stayd admeird feard lou'd of all To him braue Randolph did the Castell yeild Which to the ground he raizd both tour and wall That their his foe agane fould haue no beild And on a day set in his Princelie hall He to his knights and Lords his will reueild When straght a messinger doth to him bring Tydings of Ioy wheirof new trubbles spring The Messinger vpon his face doth fall And sayis great King and my most Gratious Prence All praise be geune to God that doth enstall Vpon oure throne thy worth thy excellence God grant that in thy seid he may recall Thy glorie and resume thy greatnes thence Thy brother Eduard humble greiteth thee And warns the thus of what is past by me Rugleins strong peill is tane by Eduard bold That warrlike toun Dundie by him is winn And also royall Stirling vncontrold Gladlie receau'd his conquring armie Inn But that inpregnable and matchles hold Stirlings strong Castell wold not once begin To heare of peace till
Whoe 's greate begining gloriouslie was wrought When as the bloodie Danes their ensigns spred Heir to distroy oure natioun whill they soght As endles swarms in thousands Bie-hyus bred Such endles swarms these rude Barbariens broght Of armed sauageis tho still with stood And fild the land with Famine Warr and blood But when their Moone was full their Tyde at hight Oure Eb so low that hope and all was lost Thy first forbe'r stout Hey came to the fight Who with two sones allone their fortune crost Whoe 's valours onlie put them all to flight O wonder thrie our cums a mightie host But so Joue wild that from so fair a spring Scotlands greate Constabill his stream should bring Then fertill Fife nixt musterd foorth hir brood A land by Nature fair and ritche by arte From Tay's great streame to Forths cleir christall flood She gathers furth her bands in eurie parte Erlles Lords and knights they all ar horsmen good Thâ—â—â— thousand chosen men of heighe desarte Rothes greate erlle and many erlls beside Amid these troups spred furth their Ensigns wide Thrie thousand more came furth of Louthean fair All Princes Lords and knights and men of fame Wheir Setons Lord eume Weintons erlle did bear Not meanest reull with vthers of greate name Angous greate erlle aâ—d Morton bothe was their Tho other cuntries fair might them reclame Wheir they bore reull with many barrons more As Gems doe ringis whose worths that land decore Then Lithgoes schire and Stirlings pleasant land Seauin tims five hundreth men of armes forth send Their Liuingston our Lithquhow did comand Lord Elphingstoun his aid did likewaies lend Monteiths old erlle broght furth a chosen band A gallant rout on Erskins Lord depend From Câ—yde that cam all thes and many mo As floods to th' ocean to their soueraing flow Perth and Sâ—ratherne two regions fair and bred Send furthe two thousand hardie knights on horse Stratbern and Drumond erlle of perth furth led The greatest pairt of all this martiall force And hâ—it the Morrayis turth ther ensigne spred Who from Morauia bring ther ancestors A doughtie race of people bold and sterne Led by that valiant Lord of Tulliberne And Bunkills Lord their cam that Stewart hight Whom Douglas with braue Randolph took of yore When Huntles mightie Lord by honord flight Eschaipt from Jedward as you hard before He broght a gallant troup and wroght so right That to his Princes peace he did restore This Adam Gordone huntlies noble Lord With virtue and with valour much decorde He is the Mers a mightie reull did bear Eune he of whom heauns maker had decred Such Branches still should Spring as should vp rear That house to such a height as now his seid Ring 's in the North nor can tims aig out weare Their greatnes worth and vell deseruing meid Nor can it be amise for to repeat From South to North what causd them cheange their seat This Lords braue sone in Mars his bloodie feild In spight of thou sands of his armed foes With conquering suord made Atholls er'll to yeild That in dispight of Scotlands King arose And to the English foe became a sheild Till they the secound time procuild new woes For which braue deid his Prince did him declaire Lord of Strathbogis fertill region faire His race ay since oft mixt with Princelie blood In the greate North doth worthelie comand From Bogyis stream too Speyis greart famous flood And famous made their name in manie a land And to their Prince hath done suche seruice good As in the hight of Glorie still they stand So litill springs of fair cleir christall fontains Become greate floods and sueill ore toples montains From thence greate Lords arose whoe 's virteus rate Might well by fames eternall beayes be cround Of whom our cuntreis vriters at so speare That in obliuions floods their deads ar dround Whoe 's worth greate woloms cold not all declare Deseruing well for ay to be renound Yet vriters bleamles ar eas may be seine For of renoune all Scottâ—s hath carles beine Which maks them yet vnto the wordle obscure So thâ—t most parte of Europe doeth not know them Altho their woorthie actions might procure Our all the Earth in glorie for to shou them What Homers paines can make their name indure Prais them aliue lett death quite ouerthrow them They scorne their wealth should â—herish learning treâ— And after death to look for paiment deu But soft my Muise faint not for all they paine This famelie doth for the worlde prepare A youth who seiks too waish away that staine From this greate hous with Magnanimious care Whoe 's Martiall heart heauen neuer framd in vaine Like to his valiant Syres that might compare With fortuns knight for happie succes still So fortune shall his braue desings furth fill O this is he that most one day propine Me with the flowing subiect of my song Vpon whoe 's brou such glorie greate shall shine O Muise my zeall inflame with furie strong His cheracter to paint with tinktor fine Transparent neate and cleir my laies among All mistereis thou know is beneath the skies Then lead me in whear his rare fortunes lies What is he then O bodlie may thou say In his ritch Soull all faculties inshrind Whoe 's sweitt complexion beares a mutuall suay Of all the elements in peace conioind With such a loue and fraudles sâ—â—pathie As all commands yet all obeis the mind His temper fine doeth moddell furth aparte The rare ingine of nature heaune and arte Time shall not cheange his purpose soleid ground His course no course shall let or bear awry Fortune in chains his fortitude hath bound Nor Iudgements sharpest cleir and subtill eie Can pry wher danger once his heart shall wound His matchles mind is Eleuat so hie Yea Nature of her Treasure Wealth and Store Giues him the key and lets him opp the dore But o how am I thus with pleasure led Amide the wildernes of his perfection Where hauing thousand sondrie waies to tred My self may lose my self without derection From such a laborinth I most be fred To hold my wandering wits in some subiâ—ction Their wher thow left deir Muse retourne in haist When Gordons Prince him in the North had plac'd He did not leue by south his seatt so beare But of a younger brother is discended From that same Stook a race whoe 's virteus rare Hath worthie still bein iudg'd to be comended But pardon me that stands for to declare The race of which I not so much intended Yet if I bring more from obliuions brink What reasone i st they should in Lethe sink This Huntlâ—es Lord greate Gordone with him broght A thousand horsmen clade in glistring arms All these cast of the English yock and soght After the dreadfull sound of warrs allarms From Huntlie and long Gordone some all thoght The Mers obeid and feard