sorrow prickd with furie hote Did ferslie him assaill but all in vaine Death made him soone forget his fathers paine Now I almost forgot the wondrous deids Oâ— these bold campions set on ather hand Of this greate King who after him furth speids When first he left his battel guarde and stand And still on death on blood and murder feids Marching from troup to troup from band to band Yea these thrie campions fearles bold and strong Cut furth thrie bloodie lains their foes among So doth thrie mightie Cannons shot at once A front an armie standing all in gro The heaune with lightning earth with thunder grons Eche sirie bullet cuts the ranks in two Heir lyis the head and their the helmet shons A furlong thence the Bodie fells a foe Scheilds Arms and Legs heir monts and their doth mank And mak wid windoes deip in eurie rank And now the greate Battallion which they led Wheir yet remand thrice twentie thousand horse By their example all encuraged Rushd foreward on their foes with wondrous forse And in a moment all the plaine vas cled With corps whereon they tred without remorse Proud fortun seimd to froune vpone the Scot And victorie to croune the English loâ— Now seimd the Scotts too waik against their foe Squadrons of barded horse still beats them doun And these thrie campiouns that before them goe Thrie Wonder-wirkers conquering a croun Greate Bruce espyis this Dangerwrak and woe With noble wrath Ielous of their renoune Wold with the strongest cop by fatall chance And to the Argentine doth furth aduance O who had sene that fight so bold and strong Their was the Scooâ—â— that taughâ— the arte of warr These Masters were and had bâ—ine Loureat Long Nor Mars nor Pallas could the sight forbear Wondring on earth the mortalls all among To find such two as eune them selfs woldfear And think if these two onlie took in hand To conquer earth none could their force gainstand These matchles Lords those warriors bold did weild Two heauie masts rather then lances strong Two horse of Spaine furth bear them trough the feild With force alike they meit amid the throng O sacred Muse some golden phraises Èeild T'enritch my verse and guild my lais along Make of those lines a heaune reard throne renound Where lett this famous fight for aie be cround The fureous stroke made all the earth to quaik And Woods and montains echod bak the sound Yet could it not these valiant champions shak Nor beare them from their seat nor force a wound In fleinders flie â—heir spears their horses brak Their neks and both the riders lay on ground Yet vp they they flie with swords they soone addres By death warrs dreadfull sound for to suppres Both swordâ—â— weill couch'd eche at his waâ—d doth ly Their eies their handes their feit they wiselie guide Then ceasles stroakes thrustes foines and bloues they try They wardetrauerse reteir marchd leape a side Both giues and both receaues both falsefie Both shunes and both lyife garding wardes prouide Both oppin stand for death like despirat louers Which craft in th' one the others art discouers The Prince on futt was readie suift and light And could with stand the Argentins bold sute Who was on hors more skilfull in the fight But he more stong mote quik to execute Sir Gilles hade more art and cunning slight The King more painfull kein and resolute More fearce he was his foe more could and slie And yet in arte both seemd a like to bee The Prince vpone the Argentine would enter Shuning his doun-right blow his strength to teame Then at his heart the Argentine doth ventre Which whill the Prince strikes by he doth reclame And paintes his brest too cuning was the painter For show of blood floues furth a bloodie streame Which so inflammed the King with curage fire Arte now reteird shame bringes reuenge and yre This knew the knight but would not seeme to know Whill as greate Bruce his brest to daunger laid Whereat the Argentine soone reacht a blow But left his syid quite naeked to inuade The worthe King first shunes his furious throw And then a wound both large and deip he made This his reuenge the prouerb old belied Heir cunning Arte and furious Raige agreid Whill thus they striue and double wound on wound Bold Edward matcht with Pembrocks Erle in fight Of whome fames sweit shâ—ill trumpet shall resound From Jude to Oâ—kades their praise their might Deseruing weill with Glorie to be cround And in all age to shine with glorious light Their woundrous strength their Curage ech did shâ— But nather side aduantage yet doth kno Now Englands King not one darres match at all Whome blood and death attends throu all the feild But woorthie Hay his curage did appaill No daunger maks him shrink or fear or yeild Alcides club with more strength did not fall Vpone that mightie Tirrant Brouseirs sheild Then on the helmett of this dreadfull King The Erle his feirce and furious bloes doth bring Eune their wheir goold and perll and pratious stone Vpon the Prince his curious helm was wroght He lightis and cleft the cask which brightlie shone And to his horses crest his head doune brought For paine th' inraged King sendes furth a grone Trembling for 〈◊〉 whill dreid reuenge he soght And on his helme he gius a blo so rood That from his noise and mouth Isht crimsone blood But to repay him when the warr-lik knight Hade lift his sword gone was the Prince in rage Still wheâ— his furie ledd him through the fight No generall ought a combat for to waige But all this while in equall ballence right Both armeis stand conquest departes the staige But in the left winge with the Douglas bold Great Glocester a bloodie fight did hold This was the man that swear to Englands King To bring the Bruce capteiw in chaines and cordes The Douglas fand him aiming at the thing A band of knights with him thairto accords But furth to combat Douglas did him bring In spight of all these Sold'ors knights and Lords A squadron strong at his command had foght With them and both almost were broght to noght These campions strong thus fought a Battell bold Troy neuer vieud the like in all her wrack Their Skill their Strength their valor to vnfold My slender Mâ—ise darrs noght in hand to tak But sure I know the worthie Douglas wold Noght leaue the fight till his proud foe he mak To yeild his nek beneth his conquring bled And for his fault his guiltie blood he shed This done he marcheth throw the host at last Working new wonders still wheir euer he goes Close ranks he breaks and oppins as he past Before his face still fleis his fearfull foes He seis braue Randolph haisting conquest fast And craftie Omphrauell beat by his bloes Steward the great with Hartefurd striuing standes Whoe first should gett a kisse of
of grit walue to his Prince The 8 Laerd of loghleuin who bein vpon he King his left-hand at flouden ane vther vpon the right hand was boith sleane with their Prince their being 45 of their enemies fond kild aâ—bout theame The 9 laird of loghleuin His wife aâ— moist virteus wisse beutifull Ladie His fiue doughters so admirable in all the giftes of nature as not onlie theÌ„ selfs but their of spring at the ornameÌ„ts of their seexe â—â— he tent pariâ—â—â— at sea be tempest of vather Williame now Erle of mortune Scâ—tts only wer the ouer throuwers of them selfis deuiditt in thrie factions the brooce the baliol and the cumming both the last took pairt with England against the Bruce Sir Odomer de wallance was crll of Pembrok 〈…〉 To witt the Douglas A mo oâ—ine in the Armie for the Kings diseas which shous their loue to him worthie to be notteth This Frenshman was Thomas of Longouell To wit Edward Cree a water or â—euer in galway This was the generall of the English armmie calid 〈◊〉 ingrem â—mphranell Butteil Castell a strong hoild in galloway This capten â—eght wobâ—ount This wobtoun was inioynd by his miseres to keip thee venterous Castell of Douglas an Èeir befoir she wauld fauour him which in Innâ—k tione was found in a letter gottin on him when he was sleaâ—e The Lord stewart of buhkill risâ—th agenst the douglace A crewell fight Randolph was his sister sone The Lord of lorn was sone to the â—rll of Argill The name of the Gascon was 〈…〉 bald A pitiful fight Queene 〈◊〉 garet that was cannoneidse the chast wryie vpon the wall of the chappell Gordevous 〈◊〉 François with ane maÌ„â—limming vp â—llledder 〈◊〉 â—ne wall which is meint by France that was the caus of the wining of the Castell The captane hight Guilliame â—erms whereby it appeirs he was a 〈◊〉 man The erlls of orknay and caithnes The erlls of sother land and ros The frasers Grants and Glenhatten Erlle of moray Erlle of mar Erlle of Atholl Erle marchel his first forbier at the â—attell of ar broth slew camus Prince of dains for which he gat gryt sandes and was made Marchell of Scotland Lord Ogilluy Lord of brich me Erlle of montrois Erll of Craffoord The discriptione of the carrs of gourie Erlle of arrall his first foibeit aâ—â— us batâ—ell of with his two sones And yoks in their haÌ„ds stayed the Scotts from flight and obtainned the victorie for â—he which they gott the care of gourie was made constabâ—◠〈◊〉 Scotland Erlle of rothes and the Lord lindsay with others Lord setone erlle of wencon Lord liuingston erlle of lithquhow Lord elphingston Lord drummond erlle of perth and Males then erlle of strachern Lord murray of Tullibern erlle of ballâ—uhidder Lord Stewâ—rd then of Bonkâ—ll Lord Marquis of huntle This sir Allexander Gordone sought the feild of keilâ—line agains the Erle of Atholl who took pairt with EnglaÌ„d which Erll the said sir Allexander slea with his oune hand for the which he gatt the lands of Strathbogie George Lord Gordon Erle of enzye The Lord of Lorne was sone to this Erll of Argill A short discription of the Iyrish Scots Ties war the barrons of his neame as the leard of Londy Glenurche Cadel and others The grit steuert of Scotland Waills Cornuell England The mers manie of all the deals borders and much of the Wastland Ireland Charls the 〈◊〉 graâ—e the â—â—lands to his sone Philip King of spane long efter this tyme. The Cnntrie of Gascon Poictue BritangÈie Sanct Molois haâ—â—n a griâ—e streÌ„gth is guearded by Masteus Normandie Boloigne wheir their is and old strong Tour built by Cesar to be sein at this day Pâ—cardie At Amiens two vther riuers discharges their Burdens in the soum Henolt Brabâ—nt Flanders Gent thoght to be the lairgest toun in Europ wheir chaâ—ll the 5 thaâ— famous Emperor was borne Zeland is 〈◊〉 Islands within the sea which the sea sâ—m tym ouerfloued as appeirs by sindrie good arguments Holland My â— Author saies ane hoÌ„deriâ—h but al the cronickles agre on fiue hoÌ„drâ—th The Scotts houâ— boolded in hand warâ— wherein Bruce Portrat and the Scotts Arms was set Sir Giles of argenâ—ine Sir Odomer de vallange rode on eather hand of the King Randolph the Valient Douglas the Erl of erol The Bruce his oratione Multitood maks novieâ—torie The Scots wer all chofin Gentilmen no commons amoÌ„gst theme King edward his â—ratione * King Robert and Eduard his brother King Robert head 2. bretherâ— taken presoâ—ers who ware both slaine This was the Lord Mershall â—eght Robert Keith The Erll of Stratherne and his sone both kild by the King of England These two 〈◊〉 Sir 〈◊〉 of argentine and sir adomer de vallange A gallant fight betuex the Bruce the argentine Hay Erll of 〈◊〉 constabill of Scotland
both blood and slaughter ceast All that wold yeeld was then to mercie tane Stratherns old Erle got by his sones request His Princes peace tho he wold not abstane To help the toun for with the King at least His sone remaind nor wold from him refrane And then the toune was leuelled with the ground The walls war raized the ditches fild around The Argument The feild of Cree feirce Edwards praise beginn He beats with fiftie fiftein hundreth foes The thrid time Douglas doth his castell winn Then Bonkill Randolph Huntleis Lond doth lose The bloodie and the cruell fight of Linn The first two Douglas taks frie Gordone goes Greate Bruce doth Lorne to his obedience bring The virgin-Tour is Randolphs conquesing Caput 14. SHrink not deare Muse nor rest thy restles Team Tied to the labors of this endles storie Pend in the narrow path of treuths poore theam Wind in these Laborinths yet be not sorie Because that Phebus baies thou dares not cleam Nor range abroad for gaine nor hunt for glorie Nor with smooth Venus sweitest songs can sport the But heir rude Mars harsh iarring must consort the. Thou art not heir sâ—t in an open plaine Wheir as thou may in eurie paiâ—t be bold To wantonez ot like the horse of Spaine Who bursts the helter erst that did him hold Scouring the medous heir and their amaine Coruets and leaps with curage vncontrold Nor drinks thou heir of Heliconian fontains But walks throu barren creiks and bo'lls of Montains Be north the banks of Sea-like forth did bow All in obedience to their natiue King When in Brigantia called Gallo'way now The English raige and mightelie did regne Wherefore the ferce knight boldlie doth auow That cuntrie in subiectioun for to bring And thither with his brothers leaue he goes Small was his trine but many war his foes When he ariud within this pleasant land Eune all with sword and fire he did distroy He hight that our the English did command Sir Ingrhame Omphraueill whoe 's greatest ioy Was still his foes by battell to with stand Whoe ay vnto the Scotts did much annoy Experience long had made him wise and bold Cuning in feats of Warr in counsall old Furth then this mightie man the English broght And did a mightie Armie soone prouide Of which when Edward hear's he feareth noght But on the banks of Cree wold them abide Tho thy were ten to one that to him soght Yet cair'd he not for these whom he did guide Wer worthie men whoe 's valour weill he knew With ten of whom he tuentie wold persew At this fair flood his foes he neids wold stay The stream was to his bake a rampeir strong The soothern now at Butell Castell â—ay From which they broght â—her armed force along Wise Omphrauell still marcht in good aray Fearing some traine thoes hills and daillis among Whill Edward choosd betuix the toure and stream A valey fitt for bloodie Mars his geam And when the warlick English cums in sight Fearce Edward furth his bands to battel brings Tho feu yet famous whoe 's greate valors might My long spent Muse groune hoars but harshlie sings Both sids approcheth futiouslie to fight Their bloodie raige throu all the montains rings Send furth by Drums and Trumpets roaring cryis Which Roks and Montains Echoes through the skyis As two stout Rams when Jelous haits infus'd In their hote Renis a front two flâ—issie floks Meit with their horned heads to pushe inus'd And rush on other with still ceasles knoks So meits those armeis and with bloes confus'd Their arms resounds and with tempesteous schoks Earth rius but when dread Wrathe her drouth remembers Sche's drunk with blood cled with marterd meÌ„bers For the fierce champione gius so fierce a chairge His foes vn ablle longer to resist Shrink bak at last and brak their ranks at lairge Some fleis some falls some fight some freinds assist Altho their warlik Gen'rall did discharge A gen'ralls pairt yet neids he not t' insist For nather words nor martiall deids at all Could hearts from fear nor feit from flight recall Whereat he taks such Indignatioun great That shameing of their deids and scorning flight He last abyds and with a braue dispite Assalts his foes with on resisted might With him a cornet staies for to indite Their feâ—lous shame in their death-wishing fight And their braue Lord with this small band assisted His foes fierce wrathe with manlie brest ressisted But as bush of Saplings tender crops Is soone cut doun by Pesants vndertakin Eu'ue so their gilded casks and ploomed tops Fell doun like blasted leaus all winter shâ—kin And yet their Lords braue valor vnder props Their yeilding strenth their dieing spreits t'awakin But hemmid in with multitude at length All deis that yeilds not to such pourfull strength Their Generall non that seis no help at all Scorns to be tanâ— and maks a worthie choise Frie must he go and leiue or die he shall Dieing the best with him his life must loise Thus all his strongest pours he doth recall And braks furth throw the thikest of his foes Hewing a way for four that folloud still Whoe by his valor skaipt deaths endles Ill. Fierce Edward come eune as they took the flight Who being loth they should escaip so frie Still follous them but now they cam in sight Of Buttell Castell to the which they flie This strength Inpregnabill they wan ere night Yet for to force them Ishe immediatlie He causd some troups beneth their castell wall To bring away their heards their floks and all But all availls not their they must remaine Till Englands King with forces them releiue Bold Edward seiged the castell but in vaine In thrice two weiks he could them nothing griuâ— Till Englands mightie King at last did gaine Sir Odomer de Wallange to reuiue Old hate and came in Scotland to reuenge Long passed harms but doth his oath infrenge He onlie fiftene hundreth with him broght To rais the seige and to releiue his freind Edward gatt word of his intendit thoght Whoe 's armie skant but hundreths thrie conteind The choise of which but fiftie furth he soght With these weill horsd his foe he thus preueind Ten leagues from thens within a forest learge He staies at onawars his foe to chairge Tims restles hours vndoes the Gates of day All quikning bright Apollo wold be gone Whoe 's golden tressis gilds with glistring â—ay The toples tops of famous Lebanone When English Odomer was on his way And being come within the wod anone Fierce Edward wold haue charg'd such was his rage If noght with held by graue aduise of aige As hungrie Rauening Wolfs that do intend To pray on flocks by Schipherds call'd to fold In Paths vnknowne their silent way they bend Their fetherd feitt by winges of hope made bold Farr of they follow warlie till in end Occasioun quiklie by the top they hold
greate Englands harms But lo Argill coms with their Erll whoe 's sone Yet to repent his wrongs hade not begone Scotlands greate Iustice is that aged knight And oure the Irish-Scotts greate reul he beir These men ar active nimble quik and light Light is their raiment armour none they weir At all tims reddie for to flie or fight Weill made weill fauord cleinlie smooth and fair Their som what rude yet mild if mildlie vsd Most cruell in reuenge if once abusd Of these two thousand Archers broght he furth And with tuo handit-suords and schirts of maill A thousand more of much redouted worth Fiue hundreth horsmen bold for to assaill Barrons and knights all sprong of noble birth Guards him gainst whom his foes could not preuail These Gallants braue were much to be commended All of his name and of his line discended And from the west came furth a valiant band Which did consist of twise fiue hundreth horse Quik agill reddie for to chairge at hand With sword or lance all of approued force From Lennox and Dumbretons plesant land Whoe 's flourie Mairg still seimeth Amorous Of tumbling Clid whoe 's Billous striue in vaine To wond the bossome of the western Maine These to obey their gallant Lord was glade Lennox good Erle that neu'r serud in vane The last braue troup was also brauelie led A thousand horsmen they did weill contane By Glasco Iruing and Ranfrew wer bred These men in Boots strong Ile did some remane Scotlands greate Stewart was their Lord and heght Walter by name wise valiaunt bold in fight These ar the troups and bands that heir wer broght And all were bred so neir the artik Starr That cold keips in the heat whoe 's pours hath wroght Strength in the heart and their vnited ar Which maks them fierce curagious bold for oght Marcheld for bloodie Mars and meit for warr But yet seaune Erles and threttein Lords did sho Them selfs in Arms to aide the English foe Yea manie Lords and Erlls haue I forgot That to the mightie Bruce assembled heir Whoe 's geatnes vntill now no pen did not Englands good fortun did so weill appeir Whill Joue him self did fauour still their lot Wherfore they wiselie did them selfs reteir As cannons fird gois bak that earthe may wonder When they aduance their all distroying thonder So these inflamd with fire of hot disdaine Reteird with greif with hate with lose with ire That with the greater force they might againe Aduance their lightning wraths-consuming fire And then a thundring tempests wold they raine Crushd from the suelling clouds of their desire Which to the King and all should weill declair That barren treis could now both bude and bare Now passed was eche troup eche squadron strong When to the camp their Prince his course furth bent And all his Princes go with him along To hold a counsall in the royall Tent Meane while the Douglas all his foes among Walkt for to kno their number pour intent At Beruick fair he had arriu'd vn-sein For their this mightie host did all conuein The Argument The English armie furth before their King To mâ—â—ster comes and all their foraeigne aid Doug as returnd recounteth eurie thing Ditchis t'intrap his foes greate Bruce hath made Randolphs rare fight fair conquest first doth bring Bruce Beumont kills the English dooth vpbraid The Scots with tants two Brabanders defend theme For which the King vnto the Scots doth send theme Caput 16. STrong Beruiks toun on Scotlands fronteir stands Their wheir with siluer streams the Riuer Tueid Diuyds oure kingdome from the English lands And wasts his waust ' enritch the Ocean flood Heir broght the Monarch all his warlick bands At whoe 's great name all Europe trembling stood And eurie Lord and eurte Prince and King Some gold sume gifts and all greate aid did bring This mightie Prince his poure assembling sought To kill the Scots or send them all in rout O're whome he streachd his Empyre with a thought Nor for to work the thing had anie dout Douglas his way eu'ne at that hour him broght When this hudge armie Bervicks walls about Incamped lay and when to sie eche crue The regall throne reard on the walls they view Him self in glorie sat vpon the throne A diadeleime vpon his head he wore A paill aboue of glistring gold cloth shone He trod on carpets ritche in pratious store Poudred with stones the robs which he had on And streight in ranks repeared him before His armed guard thus set each troup he knoes Whilst on the plaine there Martiall glorie floes Their Squadrons first the cheirfull English shoes In thrie Battallions eche a seu'rall guide By Seuerns streams from waills and Cornvaill rose Some threttie thousand stronge that did prouide Armd with their piks swords targets to oppose Their thretning force against their foe defide By Monmouths hardie erlle this host was led He raignd he reulled in his Princes sted And fiftie thousand horsmen soldiors good From Trent that pairteth England Iust in two To Thams and thence vnto he British flood These rose in glistring arms a warlick sho Like Mars him self eche breathed warr and blood Whoe 's sight wold vanquhish eune the boldest foe Led by two Princes of heighe fameleis Greate Arrandell old Oxfoord graue and wise To Humbers tumbling waus from siluer Trent And thence to pleasant Tueids cleir christall streams Came fiftie thousand Arches with Intent To die or win in midst of most extreams All these were of approued hâ—rdiment These Englands most triumphant conquests cleams As theirs and this greate host commanded be By Glocester the bold and Hartfoord slie From threttein regions fertill fair and good Of Scotlands Kingdome which did yet obey To Englands King and held in seruitude By his all conquering force vntill that day Came fiue and tuentie thousand warriors tude All Horsmen braue and bold for eche essay Sir Ingrhame Omphrauell led these along A subtill warriour craftie wise and strong Nixt vnto them came fiftie thousand more Grose men of shaip weill limd both strong and tall They croc'd the seas from Irelands craggie shore But slightlie armd sum weirs no arms at all Their cheifest strengths ar woods and montans hore The English deput was their generall And vnder him Fits geralds cheif kil-deir With greate Oneill and Desmont reull did beir Then came his subiects and confed'rats greate Whoe 's limits stretche along the Baltik cost And these ritche cuntreis Charls the fift did quite To his deir sone but soone that reull was lost By Spanish tirrany which heigh dispite All Europe since her deirrest blood hath cost And warr that els wheir doth distroy and waist Their both cluilitie and wealth hath plaic'd Allong the foote of Piriane montans faire A ritche and fertill region doth remaine Famous by that greate Bartell lost of aire Against the Infidells by Charle maine His famous Nephew Rolland lost
fredome in a bloodie feild Those machles champions throw the forest goâ— At last allight then themselues adrest Til cheirful daies bright goldeÌ„ lamp should within a arbour faier to take their rest shone But as ambitious minds ar neuer alone Til they haue honour glorie Fame possest So they no rest at all cold here attain Such high confusion in their brests remaine At last the Douglas thus began braue Prince And my most gratious Souerainge quod he Long may thou liue in Natures excelence Iou's loue Fates fauour fortunes constancie Thy worth exalted by heauens influence And thy braue selfe long haue I wsht to sie God graunt thy shining sonne with golden Raies Our darkest nights may chaunge to brightest daies Let not my bold presumtion thee offend If I require to know the woefull birth Of sorrows which thy countenance forth send For loe swift Fame did sound thy praise thy worth In Fraunce while carelesse I on court attend Which cleers my clouds of care with lamps of mirth And did my sad vnsetled Thoughts destroy Thy sweit report so fild my Eares with Ioy Then I returnd in hope of blest reliefe Which I foresawe thy worth would soone afford And thou eu'ne thou would ease thy contreis griefe Whose glorie great must be by the restord Senc to Reuenge our blood woe wrake mischiefe By lustest Heauens thou onely art implord Doe then braue Prince what heauen for thee ordains Thy Knight I am in warre peace Ioy or pains The gallant Bruce sat long tyme much amazd Loth to vnfould his straunge misfortunes rare In wrath he star'd he lookt about he gaz'd He sigh'd he grond as One Into Dispair His rolling Eies at last from Earth he Ras'ed And Cleird with heavenlie smylls the clowds of cair Whill as the Douglas long did him behold This sadd and wofull Tragedie he told Sad may if seeme and sorrowfull to Thee Thois wofull news Thou do's Requeir ' to heare but much more cair and greif it breids to Mee Who must not onely heare and lend my eare But must relate euen what my eies did siee Yea what myselfe did act yet I 'le forbeare Those fond complaints and make a true narration What most offends me and afflicts my Nation And to vnfould this tragick storie soe To know the motiue first it doth requier And eu'rie truest circumstance to sho Whereof is much that will delight the eare Than to th'intentall may mor cleerly know The ground of this so firce crwel warr Our various speach let vs devert and view The dreidfull horreid horrors that ensew Thrie Alexanders thrise waere Scotlands King The first for valiaunt deids surnam'd the fierce Was Malcolm Canmoirs sone the second Rings Was after good king Will'iame did deceas Who is braue vndanted Deids made fame to sing The Lion-king as histories Rehers The thrid that did Oure Crown and scepter wear Henre the third of Englands dogther fair In mariage took which haple he devynd Should then conclud A full and finall Peace That both these Antient kingdoms thus Combind Those great and Mightie Nations might Imbrace A Freindlie League and Concordance in mind An happie Time to thair Ensewing race By ending all the warrs the broyls the steir's That had remain'd full thryse five hindreth Èeirs But heavens decreed it should not so Remaine For the appointed Time was not foretolde Mans subtill plots and wits ar all in vaine In vaine their wais in vaine this work they wold In vaine they go about for to obtaine What Ioue as secret to himself did hold In uaine was al these fond deuises thought Since heaujn decred that al shold turne to noght For lo betwixt burnt Illion and Kingorne King Alexander di'd by fall of horse When thirtiefoure yeres of his Raigne was worne He no succesion had and which was wors Blood-thristie-warr by wings of veng'ance borne Did tear Our kingdom's bouwells but Remors Waikining by oft Diminishings at Lenght The vains the Nerv's the sinne vs of oure strenght Six yeares the land gouerned was in Peace By Regents fix at laste some broiles arose Whereby soe straunge gouernament did cease Such bloodie factions did themselues oppose Who from that boundage wold the land release And of annot her King wold make a chose For wel they knew what trains they shold imbark To set this headstrong Nations once awarke A councel then of all they call to choose The neerest of the Roiall bloode for king The Baliol there his right did wel peruse From the first female his descent to spring And from the first borne Male I not refuse My lineall and iust descent to bring Thus plead wee both nor can we once accord No peace our haughtie stomaks cold afford And thus our hate grew greater daie by daie Both thirsting for a Princely Diadem Nor cold the meanest thought of wise delaie Preâ—ons our wo our wrack our countreis shame On 〈◊〉 on wracke on ruine and decaie Ambition can not looke nor thinke nor dreame But for the Croun while wee 're a spyring thus Wee robd of what shold make it Glorious For with vs two two mightie armies rose To winn the Croun or lose our selfe and all Scotlands great Primat did himselfe oppose Betwixt vs then a treat of peace to call Who did so much at last wee made a choise Thus to accord and to agrement fall To iudge our right by Englands mighty King Who shold decerne which of vs both shold reigne Wherefore in haste to Englands King wee send Requesting him to take the cause in hand Who then prepard his conquest to defend In fertill Fraunce with many warlike band And their his large Dominions to extend By force of armes and by his valiant hand Yet for to put our Kingdom to a rest He turnd and bake to Yorke himselfe adrest Of learned men he twentifour there brought Whose graue aduise in this great worke he vs'd But lo my proud competeitor bethought Him thus If I and my iust right were chusd Than were he all vndon and threfore soght By some lewd meane to get mee quite refusd At last resolu'd to buie a Diadem With fowle dishonour and eternall shame Wherfore he dealt in secret with the King If him he wold preferre the Croune to weare By charter Seale by Oth and eu'ry thing He bound himselfe of him the Croune to beare And for the same his homage to resigne To whose base minde at first he gaue noe Eare The most part of the Lawiers parted thence All iudging me iust heire and Righteous Prince But counsell caused this mightie King to err Counsell of these that by dissention liue Still vrging him the Bailiol to prefert That for his guerdon would a Kindom giue But he that knew my right farr worthier Euen from my foes proud offer did deriue His argument and vnto me presentes The Croune if I fullfild the same contents Which offer base I plainely did refuse Wherefore King Edward in his wrathful Ire With Baliol decreits and did
abuse My right enstalling him whose blind desire Led him for honor Infamie to choose And for a crovne to slave a free Empire For loe in him two contraries agree Base Avarice and Prodigalitie Thus he returnd with pomp and Majesty Whom all the Lords and Princes of Estate Conuaied to Skoene with royall dignity Where stood the Auncient Marble cheir of late There was he cround with Kingly Roialty In Robs whose worth were longsum to repeat Imbroadred al with stons with pearle with gold Gorgious to weare and glorious to behold But litle knew the Princes of the Land That he to Englands King shold homage paie The croune that sixtien hundreth yeers did stand Gainst endles warr and cruel Armes Essay Nor Romans Danes nor Saxons cold command Vnconquer'd still nor conquer'd wold obaie Was now betraied by him whose haples name Became his countreis skorne and Kingdoms shame But when report had showne the haples losse The commons gan to murmur here ther Against the Nobles vowing that their choise Shold be with armes their freedom to repaiere And all the Princes of Estate by those Were schandalizd with shame reproch feare Thus ciuill descord broght a fearful fall On King on countrey Kingdom croune and all For now the king in heigh contempt was brought With all the Lords and Princes of Estate The Lords in hait and great disgrace were thought With all the commoun Multitude of Late When al with wit and valor should have wrought Thus Raise a fearfull straunge and new debaite That hardest A damantine hearts wold move But for Their sin so heavens decree'd aboue Of these ensewing sorrows now the King For seis forthinks and Meditats and Moins A Thousand greifs did in his bosome spring Assailing all his wofull heart at ons One day he wold be secret furth to bring The wofull birth of tears of sighs and grons Throune on his bed with Rageing Discontents At laâ—t he thus burst furth in heighe complaints Ah haples wretch Curst be the Fatall hour Wherein I did Obtaine a Diadem By false conceat by strong entysing Pow'r Not cairing for Disgrace for loss for shame While auarice and ambition did deuour Treuth Knowledge witt discretion praise and fame Ah Auarice inchaunter of the wise The blind devouror of faire honours prize O bloodie starres why did you thus agree To make a bad conjunction at my birth Why did you al power doune mischiefe from hie To make vyle me the abject of the earth What shall al times and ages saie of me To buie a croune that sold a Kingdoms woorth The reuenews I sold to buie the Name Exchaunging honour for eternall shame What woe or griefe but time can make it old Yet Infamie time neuer can svppresse The meaner sort their faults will pas vntold But faults of Kings by Fame doe stil increase Such spotts are in my leaprous sowle enrold As still accuse me of my guiltines And while my wronged people me doe vewe Me thinks their eies to death doe me persue In midst of this his sorowful complaint His eies grew heauie dround with floods of tears His tongue his throt no more their found forth-sent Thus slummerd he full fraght with greifes fears At last this fearfull vision did present A dreadful founding noice that pearst his eares Hee thought he saw before him all at once Were nintie Kings and two on golden Throns Each bore a close rich couerd glorious Croune In forme like an Emperiall Diadem With ribs of gold o'rthwart aboue doune All round about each bowing like a beame In the fore front were made of Iacinths broune Faire letters shewing eurie Prince his Name Beneath their feet an iron throne was made Whereon of lead au Open croune was laid He thought they set him on the iron Throne And cround him with that leaden croune in scorne Whereon was written this Inscription This non but bastard Baliol hath borne Then saied the firste and grauest all alone Whose aged haires had many yeares outworne Thou wreched catiue most accurst of all Thy place is great but greater farre thy fall This Diadem Pointing his Ow'ne by Me Erected was with honor strength and Might And from my Aged loyns discendit be By Iust discent thes Nyntye two in sight Eche bure this Crowne with Royall dignitie Adding as much by Conquiest to ther Right Defending It gainst Romains saxons Dains For witnes famous victories Remains But vn-compeld vn sought or on requierd By words by warr by Conquest or by gane Thou Randert vp what we aloft had Reard And what we keipt with travell cair and Pane The thretning trompet that all Nati'ons feard Which worlds of Armeis newer could obtaine Yet this thou could not do without consent Of all the Thrie Estates of Parl'ament But for thy fault thy shame thy losse thy wrong This iust and heauie Iudgment shall correct thee The Kingdom shal be reft from thee e're long And thy owne subjects shamefully rejecte thee In blinded darknes woes shal be thy song For want of daie yet no man shall affect thee And to all ages thy Infamous name Shal be a prouerbe of eternal shame For lo Thou shall be cal'd in littill space Thy countreis ruine and thy Nations wo Much harmles Blood shall pay for thy disgrace Theas yet onborne thy Doome shall feill and kno A mightie Nation shall thy land Deface Beneth whois havie yok She grons but lo She Viper-like brings furth vn nat'rall Brood That most shall waist her wond her drink her Blood At last her tears her Cry's her sad Complaint Shal Pearce the heavins and Iove to Mercie move Who pitis sinners when they first repent And looking Meeklie dounward from above Shall Raise Them vp that shall her wrak prevent Whose manlie Valors shall her woes Remoue And bring to end the warr Thou wroght with shame But neu'r an end to Thy Infamous Name Therfor this leaden croune base worthles poore Thou hast as one vnworthy to put on The croune which I the famous Fergus boore And al these warrlike Princes One by one And while this mightie Nation shal indure Hauing a Prince to sitt vpon my Throne Thou of a Princes name shalt be refus'd Because my croune vn-conqu'erd thou abu'sd At these last woords he wak'd with sodain fear But nothing saw while in his braine was tost These woful warnings buzing in his eare That threatn'd was by great King Fergus ghost Which burthen great his soule could skarsly beare Till moueing fieling speach and all was lost His vitall powers hernd in with thousand cares At last burst forth in these or like dispaires O Sad and wearied Soull quod he depairt And leaue the lothed Lodge thou doest posse Stop vp my breath within my lothed heart My life make les if shame may not be les Hev'ne from aboue thy vengence at me Daiert Heel from below thy Torment still Incres Devouring Earth my damned bodie smoother Heav'ne Earth and hell destroy mee altogither Thus
swallow'd vp of mankind most abhord If any should Inquire for worthles Mee Say that some Rav'ning monster me Devoir'd And let my Name O? fame forgotten be Let al my day's t'obliu'on be Restoir'd Lest thou O tyme theirwith dishonor thee Thus Rol'd in clouds of smook let it be said That such a One was neu'r fram'd nor made Thus while he lay half dead for greif and wo A herauld came from Englands mightie king And straitle charg'd him haistelie to go To york and all his princes their to bring And homage dew for Scotlands kingdome sho Which brought the Nobill's secret murmuring To light at last and thus they work with all To mak him sie his Error shame and fall Saltons great Lord that Abirnethie hicht he had vniustle wrong'd A huinows thing Wherfore from him in all his Princes sight He did Apeall vnto the English king This heigh disgrace he took in great dispight For in Contempt with all it did him bring At last he casts about to right the wrongs That to his Endles Infamie belong's A message to the English King he send For to discharge that base infamous Band Since he without consent could not pretend Thus for to Slave a frie-vn-conquerd land But too too late Repentance Coms in End Thus shallow with deip Iudgment doth with stand So children vse for to repent their Error When nocht Remains but Punishment and Terror The mighty English rise in dreadfull arms Still threatning Blood wrake ruin vengeance sorrow Performing still their vow 's with griefs harms That from their firie wraths new woes did borrow Faire Fortune towks their Droms with lowd allarm 's And waits on bloodie Mars from day to morrow Whose dreadfull Trumpet blow's a deadly blast And rowls our daie in doulful night at last First Barwick tane was by a subtil traine Wherein seau'n thousand men of Arms were lost Woemen and children pitiles were slaine None left aliue of Scotish blood cold boast Now at Dunbar foure Princes did remaine That had conueind of Scots a mightie hoste But hâ—te of Baliol such dissention brings In his dispight they loue their foes design 's Which caus'd a straunge vn-lookt-for long decay For English Edward Marcheing ther in haist Encountred them Impatient of Delay Amongst them selfs in wofull factions plast Now Edward Causd mee in his camp to stay For to my loue were most of them addrest So when the armys ioyning did abyd Twelf thowsand turnd vpon the English syd This was full sore against my will God knows Nor was I euer privie to this treasson My Deids on Edwards side was but in shows Nor could I disobey him in that Season On no les paine then huntington to lose But ah these foolish Scots had no such Reason Whoe by their new discord struk blind with wrath Wold mak mee cloake vnto their brokin faith For they vnworthie of the Scottish name Against their Cuntreis friedome Rudlie stand Onworthie also of their Elders fame That gainst them selfs dars lift thair conquering hand When foraigne force could not their stomaks tame Them selfs against them selfs opposd they fand The Sone the father father kills the sone Eache kills his frend and help 's his foe to winne Such thinges were wrought by heaunes feirce destanye Becaus the land with sinne did overflow Evne as a statelie ship with sails on hie If iustlie poysd with ballance feares no blow Of windes but if o're chargd with weight she be Her speed is staiy'd impaird her glorious show Then angrie Neptunes foemeing surges beat-her And with decay the thundring tempests threat her Ev'ne so whill as in Scotland did remaine The sword of iustice feare of god aboue The loue of vertue hate of vice profane And whill the sptituall state the treuth did loue We saild in seas of peace and did obtaine Wealth honor all which landes most blisd do prove But once borne downe with pride lust blindnes error Our calmes of peace heavnes tempests shook with terror For mightie God that sittes vpon the throne Of iustice grace and mercie from that hight Did vew our sinnes in burning rage anone His countenance with fyrie flammes grew bright That heavnes did quaek for feare and Angells mone For men poore men at that astonieing sight Dayes glorious lamp nightes Queene heavens tapers stay'd Wrapt vp in clowdes at his dread lookes affray'd Within his wattrie pallace Neptun quaekes The roating streames were quyet whist and still His azurd crowne from crisped lookes he taekes His monsters all the lower Regions fill His forked scepter then for fear he breakes And to obey his lord and makers wil He myldlie fals before his mercies throne Whoe 's glorie made the heavnes with lightnings shone The solid earth did quak with trembling feare And downward seemd to change her wonted rowme Such grevous weyght and burdene did she beare Of hynous sinne whose punishement to come She did forsee as when throw subtel aer Dame Thetis foull with Alabastre Downe Fleis downe with wofull plaintes and mutufull cryes Before a dreadfull tempest doeth aryse The hellishe feindes that scatterd were abroad Through all the earth and for mischeif still soght Reann headlonges downe vnto their greislie god And was through these infernall kingdomes brought Where Proserpin with Pluto grimme abode Whoe 's rustie scepters were of yron wrought On thrones they sate bout which ferce feinds did rore Two heavie crownes of burning brase they bore Prodigious signes and wounders then were seene Which did presage what after might befall From the cold North did in our climat shyne A bright and blazing Comet and with all Reid showres of blood in sundrie had beene The last the latest warning of our fall Yet dreadfull signes and fearfull wonders sent Sinne made not lesse but iudgement did augment The Argument GReif haueing som what interrupt the Prince He showes at last his caus of discontent And followes furth with eurie tragick chance Wheir with proud Fortun erst did him present The wittie Count conforteth him and thence Desires him goe where Fergus ghost him sent Wheron they both conclude and with a dreame Sleep drownes discours at last in silence streame Cap. 3. O Subiect sad o sad vnsolid Muse In Cypres wreathd in murning blak attyre Blott confort out and in your layes refuse All mirth yea in your wofull task desyre Sad tragick tuns the which while you peruse In Nightes dark Inn's her dreadfull cave retite Tears serve for ink and if you ayme at mirth O sighes let all be smotherd in their brith But wailing Muse Ay mee why do you sho To outward view the onlie staine of Time Why in rememb'raunce of such horredwo Do you not weip to wash your wofull Rime O thry's Infamous Tims Inglorious O That this their shame had ended with their Cryme But hev'n and Time fate Fortun chance and all Had with Them selfs decreed them selfs to fall Where was the Conquering Arm 's the valiaunt heart's Where was wonted Loyltie now gone When for their faith their
should be restord Assisted theirto by the Cumins Aide The Cumin then of Carrik should be Lord This don we both Reioisd and both seimd glad But loe the Cumin traitrouslie repented Ew'n to his endeles Infamie lamented To Englands mightie King the band he send Declairing how that I him would betray Whoe gravelie did advise their with in end I soone was chairg'd to court without delay At mee the King requird if that I kend That band and seall yet did I not dismay But framd my countenance more bold and stout Offe'ring on morrow nixt to cleir the dout My Patrimony for a pledge I left And after to my Innis reteird Anone Our Hemisphere of day was then bereft Whill night spred fourth her sabel wings alone Such fearfull darknes ou'r the Earth she wef't As seimd to say in friendschip now begone Thus secreitlie alone I took my flight Helped by Joue and by the freindlie night Five Tyms had Hesper Titan warn'd away Five tyms agane did Lucifer Apeir Wiueing the glorious standerd of the Day On tops of Touring clouds reid whit and â—eiâ— And cheng'd their sabel hew to siluer gray When fyre Steâ—ds the golden carr drew neir Whill sullen night in towny sutes addrest Did schrink abak and shrewd her in the west When as I then Arriu'd like Fortuns knight Within the confins of oure kingdome old Then presentlie appeard vnto my sight Two valiant knights stout hardie fearce and bold The one wher of my brother Edward hight The vt her fleiming vnto those I told Cumins deceat and how by heau'ns revenger I had escaip'd so imminent a danger Thus tallked wee and thus along we pas Till by good hap a Messinger we met Who after streat Inquerie did confes He was vpone a secreat Message set To Englands King for Cumins busines Whose letters did requyre the King to let Mee soone by death from my revolting Mind Els Scots to mee shold shorthie be enclind Wheir Cumin was we vrgd him to declair Within the Cloister of Drumfreice quod hâ— Thither with restles speid we did repair And in the Church he seimd devotiuslie To kneile for as he sat we kild him their The which I fear his caus'd my miserie For that Jov's sacred hous we thus defild Rashlie with his sin gultie blood so wild Then was I soone receau'd of alas King And on my head I weere the Crowne alone I did a great and mightie Armie bring To rais my state cast doun from honors Throne In whose brave strength good hope I had to wring The reull from Edwards hand and Marching on With dreadfull Terror on the trembling Earth I pitcht my Tenis before the Wall 's of Pearth Whill thus I did my rightfull Claime beginn With warrs sterne shok and Trumpets dreidfull blast My kingdome by victorious Arm 's to winn Trew Scots with my Imperiall standart past The Lion fierce a field of Gold within Which seimd throw th' air agrumling Noise to cast Whose Chaine thus brok made mightie Edward quake Fearing much blood wold not his Fuerie slake But then eu'ne then began my Endles caire My sorrou's great my wo my wrack and all Proud fortun then did all Her frouns prepair Wheirwith she ever siince my hairt do'th gall For then she broght mee with a wondrous snair My Jnfamie my wrak my los and fall A Period long heir made the wofull king Sob's from his Breist send secreit Murmwring Yet in the sad confussioun of his mind This too too sad a Tragedie he told Within the towne of Perth then did we find The English armie with their Captane bold My Sold'ours harts to Battel all inclind Oft darr'd them forth with bravads from their hold But they nor we in warr more wys and warrie Knew by what means to make vs all miscarie The Gen'rall who Sir aymer Vallangs hight A herold send and thus he do'th direct him That day the Sabbath wes he wold not fight But on the Morrow nixt we should expect him And he wold soone abait My pride my might That was so bold thus fondlie to neglect him Yet I not cairing those his vanting words Would answer him with noght but spears and suord'â— Then chusing furth aduantage of the Ground Neu'r doubting that he wold his word infrenge Made all my Camp that eirst no rest had found Refresh them selfs in hope of blest revenge Thus all at rest when eche was sleiping sound No reest I got and which was yet more strainge A kynd of vncouth fear assaild my heart I neids wold ryis and furth I walk'd aparte Now was 't about the dead hour of the night While as the Watch in heavie sleip didly When noys of neighing horssis heare I might And throgh the Air men's voices found neir by I stood amazd till Phebe with her light Piteit my cause and made me to discry A mightie Armie Marching hard at hand As many thryse as those I did command I caus'd sound all arum presentlie Which made them with a showt to hast their pace And with their Drums and Trumpets roaring cry They make a sadd and dreadfull noyse allas Fyve hundreth of my Camp no more had I Yea those half arm'd with saintnes fear Embrase The rest were sleiping kild some fled along For lo oure foes wer tuentie thousand strong And nat'rall Scots the greatest parte of those Natural said I no most vnnatrall rather For these ew'ne these were still oure greatest foes Most Viper-like and worsh then Vipers ether For vs at last They forst Much ground to lose Freind gainst his freind the Sone against the father I stay'd behind their furie to gainestand Till softlie thence reteir'd my mangled band As Hunters keen that douth a parke enclose To take or slay the staige Deir hynd or hart So were we now en compast by our foes Six and my self the rest were fled a heart All which wer tane thought honor none did lose Eache hardie bold eache bare a valiant part Yet I escap'd out through these Squadron's strong So del't my fate to work my greater wrong Nor was proud fortune thus suffeisd at al With those misluks and these my greuous mo'ns Triumphing on my shame my fate my fall And heaping on a thousand wo's at onc'e But when my brok'ne force I did recall Vniting them for new Invasions I fand seuen tyms as many mo had left me As my fearce foes revenging sword bereft me And yet with those all hopeles hartles faint I forc't was to the Montans for to flie Wheir nothing els but penurie did hant Much trauel paine and sorow suffred we Yet none at all did pitie this oure want Tho we abode for them this miserie And which was wors this Terror did enseue Ev'ne native Scots did most oure liu's persue Ev'ne native Scots my life persew'd indeid Altho for them this task I vndergo Their welth to winn broght all my want my neid Yet for my Love dispight and hate they sho And this
prison close and their ah their he deis Douglas great Erldome did this Lord enioy A sone he had both young strong fair and wise The fruct that keipt his yeers from age annoy The Caskat ritche wheir all his tressour lyis Sent vnto fraunce whill he is yet a boy And to returne it seems he still denyis Whill heir the Clifford holds his reueneus Whoe tirranizing all the land subdeus Ah were hee heir aige from my wrinkled brou Wold sone depairt and youth wold once transport Those siluer hair 's with strength and vigor neu That wold my limms and weakned arms support This arme should mak him way for to reneu His iust reuenge in such a woundrous sort That Englands King shold quake for feare and shame When in his ears fame thunderd foorth his name Why said the Erle and if him self were heit Hou could he be reuengd vpone his foes Whoe 's strenth nor his mutch greater doth apeir Which maks our Prince eu'ne Bruce so oft to lose No no said he God shall his wraith reteir And mak braue Bruce shine like the morning rose Whose beauteous braches eche wheir spreds springs Whose odours sueit the sences confort Brings The count for Ioy cutting his speiches short In quir's his name who told he Dikson heght And then he call's to mynd his fathers court Wheir he hade sein him many a ioyfull night So that Embraceing him he doth report His name and hou he was his Lord by right Whereat hee humblie Kneills and doth Imbrace His feitt for Ioy whill tears bedeu's his face Nou eche of vthers sight did much reioise And after they had talk'd and argu'd long The erlle inquirs what way he might oppose Him self against his foes inflicting wrong Braue Lord said hee too Morrou all oure foes Will muster foorth their glorious forces strong Vnder the conduct of a valiaunt knight Whoe heir reulls all beneth the Cliffords might This man within your cheifest strength doth byde His proud commanding Garesone with all Palme Sonday is to morrou All prouide Their Palms to bear at that cheif festuall They all to Church in sumptuous maner ryde Vow by the way may caus them catche a fall My self shall lead the way vnto your trane And if I can the formest Bront sustane Glaid was the erie so fitt a mein to find Wheir on they both concloud then goes to rest And on Olimpus or proud Titan shind The antient knight in arms him self addrest He raisd the Douglas whoe 's still restless mind Had baneift sleip and for reuenge was prest Nou with this knight he and his train departs Reuengfull fire still burning in their haerts And neir into the Church when they were got They hapt to meit an horie aiged sire Whose wofull looks his wofull lose did note At whome the Erle did ernestlie inquire What did he laike Sir knight quod he my lot Is for to laike what most is my desire Which is allace my long desired Graue Aige lose greif sorrou doth all ioys bereaue An daughter had I which was all my ioy In whom I more then in oght els delighted But her from me an English did conuoy An English that my natioun ay dispighted I to the captane Plaind of this annoy The captane that my wrongs should all haue righted But greater wrongs then these him self hath doone Wherfore to right all wrongs he still doth shune And thus my Doughter with my foe doth stay Her wrging to his pleasure for to yeild Whill me thus scornd and mock'd with long delay Eu'ne nou the captane with proud words reuild As he with all his troups from churche to day With Palms in hand was marching throu the feild They all reiosing whill my Greifs reneu And nou they come my life for to perseu The aintient knight looks vp that diksone hight And seis a hundreth Armed men drau neir And saeis braue Lord lo heare the long wishd sight You of your vous and me of mine shall cleir Then with these words he doth begin the fight Whill as this Lord the rest with conforts cheir Whoe 's countenance their curage all appeill'd Their Eis hearts hands and all their foes assaild Then burnt with hate of Glorie praise reuenge This all subdweing Erle rushd throu the rout Bright schind his looks of sun-like beams a reange About his head did flame his curage stout did his mild looks to sparkling furie change That shoots forth noble anger round about On eu'n they fight and yet with valiaunt hand Their noble Lord made way to his small band Who hemd about in midst of all his foes His valiaunt heart and curage weill made knowne His name and fame his deids did weill disclose And eurie one to vther has him schoune All runs to him his life to mak him lose Which fondlie whill they seik they lose their oune For on his sword accusing eche of error Sat dreidfull death all armd with feir and terror Long foght he thus imbreud with goir and blood Till he at last their captane did espie Whoe 's knightlie valor long he vieuing stood By whoe 's strong hand four knights did breathlesly Wheirfore he steps to him with angrie mood And him to mortall Battel did defy Which long in equall Ballance did abide Whill eche his strenth and vtmost valor tride The angrie count at last with wrathfull heart Did in his stirrops raise him self on hie His foe with force wold set the blou apart But nou no force his force could beir away On his left shoulder to his greif and smart The crimsone collord Brand did light whereby His warlike arme was from his bodie shorne Him self with force and pane to earth was borne Nou he who late did captanlike comand Was as a captiue forst for to obey Whill as this noble Erle with conquiring hand No longer with his prisoner wold stay But where the rest in Battell stronglie stand He thither haists his sword sheirs fourth the way And shortlie victor was of all the feild Forsing them all to die to flie or yield The victorie by heaunis decree obtaind They thence depart the castell to supprise Wherin no souldiour at all remaind Nor anie to gainstand them did arise This fortres since he had so brauelie gaind Heir wold he rest and heir wold he deuise To mak his Captiues by ane vucouth death To knou his you and iustlie kindled wraith Low in a vault the captaine first he band And all the vther captiues him beside The grane and flour the Beir and wine he fand Which they before could neu'r yneuch prouide With this he fild the house wherin they stand Thus chokt with meit and dround with drink they died Whoe 's gredie gorgis neu'r suffisd with Ill Now in their death might gurmandize their fill Then all the tours he raisd vnto the ground And leueld all the ditches with the plane Poisond the springs and fontans which he found And to the wonted libertie againe
found In the greate North and sie that you defyle With blood and warr great Europs greatest Iile Mak Englands King to forge some causes new To keip the right which he by wrong hes got Tell him that heau'ne ordains him to renew Sinns iust reward vpon the sinfull Scot Mak English all with deadlie hait persew The Scots their onlie antient foes by lot The onlie blok that euer bears them doune From all their greatnes Glorie and renoune Thus edge them on It were greate lose great shame If they vnto their wonted greatnes rise Your strength allone was neuer so extreame To mak them once to shrink nor could deuise By slight or might to droune their famous name Till now that loe them selfs them felfs defyis And what you swords before could neuer doo Their swords haue doune and winn them selfs to yow So that yow sie heau'ne fauors your intent With these and vther your intendit slight Arme them with pride hate Anger discontent And moue the Scotts still gainst them selfs to fight For lo I sie Joue doth his wrathe relent And minds to raise the Scotts to greater might For in that famous Bruce and in his lyne They must be blisd and ou'r all Europe shyne Though what great Joue decrees we can not mend Yet may we oft delay th'intendit blise Which he ordains vpon fraill man to send Since sluggish man by Nature cairles is And wee may moue him thankles to offend And oft to disobey his law I wish For man is fleshlie geu'ne to foull delight And God is alway pure cleir holie right Since wee of all the damned heyres as cheiff And has no longer tyme from Torments frie Then till the cup be full of Gods hote greiff And that greate day of his fierce wrathe wee sie Then with the soules which now without releif We still torment shall wee tormented be And which is worse oure pains shall neu'r be spent Whill we oure selfs must still oure selfs torment Then heauins decree to stay oure strength is small Yet heaueing tyme we may not tyre of Ill Since what we wold that can we not at all Do what we may we may not what we will At these his words Invy and malice swell With murdring hate their breists with venom fill And vp they flie to view days glorious light Bringing Mischeif Greif horror warr dispight Arriuing heir they fill eche Godles heart With anger raige Mischeif pride hate inuie Then to the camp they hie to vse their airt But their vane Slight the nobler sort descrie Whill grace loue wisdome with their worths desert Did dreiue them thence in endles infamie Yet in the basser sort great pou'r they winne Throu whoe 's faint hearts dispair feir danger rune Greate bands of these by their deceat they dreu Who stelling from the camp by night doth flie And still these feinds to their fant minds doth shou For hoped Conquest shamefull Infamie Ther former lose remembrance lets them knou Which oft repeated maks their hopes to die These words they murmur still them selfs among On shamefull death shall we attend so long Allace what strength what might what pour'r haue we Ritch England warlick Schotland to ganestand May not oure Lord behold his infamie And in the glas of former works haue scand That gainst his will heaunis bend their iust decrie Earth scorns to build a Trophee for his hand Fate to his fall his frouning fortun brings Heauen earth fate fortun all crose his desings Heauins neuer yet did feuour his intent Earth neu'r lookt for conquest at his hand Fate neuer fraimd his will to find content And fortun neuer lik't of his demand Fair victorie her cheifest wealth has spent On his proud foe whoe conquering doth command Vs all if got like robbers hangd to bee Thus we 'r but outlawes to his maiestie With Greif and sorrou pane and trauel sore We hunger-sterud Amidst the montansly Oure frends still aid oure foes and which is more Eu'ne oure oune natioun vs with scorne defie Thousands that rose in oure defence before Now with oure foes gainst vs ther forces trie Whill wee that noght but shame and want doth gane Attend on hope and still attend in vane Why stay we then to immitat their flight Whoe with our foes abide in wealth and ease No let vs render vp this camp but fight And giue our Lorde to vse him as they please Or if noght this then let vs flie by night And yeildinge to our foes their wrathe appease This laste opinioun eache approueth so That eu'rie night in troups away they Goe Thus wroght blak Plutos messingers their will And now to worke the rest of their mischeife Braue Pembroks ear with these glad neus they fill And fills his warrlik mind with raige and greif To mak an end of warr they show him still That now he may at ease without releif His waikned foe of forder hopes depriue Quite ouerthroune or kild or tane aliue Then fed with hope he doth an armie raise Of Scotts and English neir ten thousand strong Whoe 's minds with hate and with desire of praise They do inflame nor stay they those among But heir and their throgh all the land they gaise Subiects to find whereby to work more wrong At last of lorne that cruell Lord they find And vnto new reuenge they stirre his mind To nev reuenge of his deir cusings blood Greate Cummernald whom Bruce before had slane He to this warr brings foorth fiue thousand good And to greate Englands generall ioins amane Thus foreward prikt with hope and hatfull mood They brauelie martch ou'r hil ou'r daill ou'r plane Whereof our Gallant noght at all did kno So spedelie and secretlie they go Now of fiue hundreth thrise with him remaind Thrie hundreth scant the rest war fled and gone Whereof he oft and secretlie complaind Yet wise lie in him self conceall'd his mone But nou his scouts by trauell that obtaind A sight of their Proud foe return anone And to him bring those wofull neus at last Whoe 's sound from eare to eare right sadlie past The relicts small of his forsaeken host Wheir all about him standing in a round Whill as bold Edward thus did him accost My Lord and brother let not this confound Your noble thoghts tho numbers quite be lost In this small band must all your hops be cround Tho fortun beare your iust desings aurie She can not let vs brauelie for to die Will is it knowne since first we Armour tooke When in oure cuntreis cause we swore to stand That euer since wee suffred haue rebooke Nor fortun once wold fauour oute demand With shame and lose oure Frends vs all forsooke Oure soldiers seing noght but lose at hand Haue left vs Cowards worthie not to breath That we may look for nothing now but death Yet sall it neu'r be said nor sein nor knowne That in oure latest hour we shrink or flie No let oure hearts oure hands and al
crew discryi'd Hade bene by them when neir to them he drew Whoe fand not as he hopt faire Scotlands guyde Vnwars nor yet vnreddie to persew These that espyid him for the fight prouide All rankt in ordour furth their wapins drew And tho their foes were farr the stronger might They boldlie byde the Battell and the fight But these so few that could not long indure Wer forc'd with-lose for to reteir at last Whill swift report with Informatioun sure Of their succes vnto the King had past Which did his wonted curage so procure As vp h'arois and calls for armour fast His Lords wictheld him till he cryed a loud His health was only gaind by thretnings proud His owne cheif Guard he with his brother send To hold them play till he the armie broght Whoe boldlie met them forcing them in end To flie and by that meins their saiftie soght He following to their camp did them attend Wheir Buchans erll still freting in his thoght Ledd furth his troups vnto a valey wyde Wheir stronglie rank't the batell wold abyde By this the King was cum whoe thoght it best Eune then to Ioyne and giue a furious charge Him self aduancing fare before the rest Let Horror Terror Fear and Death at large Wheirwith the rebells hearts were sore possest Dismaid they fant their deutie to discharge They flie his looks prents feir in euerie harte Euin fo our stars their influence doth imparte Few was their left vn-kill'd vnto the chaise The erll and Moubray vnto England fled But neu'r returnd whill for their worthines The King gaue Buchans schire thus conquered As soldiers pray wheir plentie did incres Such store of wealth from thence the armie led As eune the poorest soldier for his shair Boght lands and ritche possessiouns to his heyre All the greate north now to his peace was broght Erlls Lords and Barrons were his hegmen sworne Touns Citeis Castells strengths vnto him soght And still their oaths with presents ritche adorne Benorth the famous Grangeben was noght One schire but his myld yok had glaidlie borne Then bak to Anguse he his armie guyds And to reduce that pleasant land prouids Forsars strong hold did Fraser of Platane Recouer from the English by a traine Then all trew Scotts shew them selfs begane And with some worthie seruice peace t' obtaine Atholls bold Erll Brechin both Seigd and wane And broght that Lord vnto his Prince againe Thus both the Merns and Angus did obey him No foe was sein from conquest for to stay him Then sodainlie to perth he marchd and raisd Strong men made walls about thoes walls of stone Wher with encompast round they stood amazd Yet did resolue to yeild at last to none Ther pouer was such as all ther feir apeasd Ther strength was such as broght ther curaige one But this their pouer and this ther strength agrie To bring them to ther end with imfamie For being two within for one without And heauing so impregnabill a hold They fedd securitie and banist dout In wain greate Bruce had spent his soldiers old Who had reneud th' assault ther walls about In thryce seuine dayis full sewintie tyms so bold As of nyne hundreith thryce he with him broght Six hundreith soldiers he had lost for noght Wheir for by offering peace he tryd their might Since nether strength nor force culd them supprisse Their Walls was built of such a wondrous hight On which strong Tours their entrie still denise The Ditches war so brode and deiplie dight Wheirin Tayis flood vp too the brinks did rise Still in thoes Touris and all thois Walls along War armed men aboue five thousand strong Then after he two months had staied before The walls in haist he raisd his seige at last Wheir with the Citizens with threatnings sore Wold brag and taunt the armie as they past But Scotlands campeoun wishd nothing more Then this their insolence and noght agast With silence he reply'd nor minds to stay them For ten to one he hops or long to pay them Thrie dayes the armie marcheth to the west Till they ariue within ane forrest faire And their the King commands greate Treis to cast Wheir of they ledders mak and doth prepare Bake to returne thus secretlie they past The way they came by night nor whispring are Of their approche let furth the meanest sound Till they arriue hard at the ditch profound Weill knew their Lord the way that they should go For he him self had markit it before A schald he found into the ditch belo And he for to encurage them the more First wydeth ou'r and on his shulders two The longest and the lairgest Ledder bore His shulders bred Iumpt with the waters crop Yet ou'r he goes and setts his ledder vp Eche one admeird and woundring prais'd the deid But most of all a Frenshman standing by And all 〈◊〉 the water leapt with speid Raising their ledders to these walls so hie The King first montis with weill deserwing meid All mounted then and none did them discrie For all securelie sleipt nor feard offence The doubtfull night yet had not parted thence Their Glorius Ensigns on the walls they spred Then to the dreadfull work of death thay fall Death that throw eurie Street his troups furthled Whom by their names heighe Tumult furth doth call Sorrow in Sabill Clouds all muffilled With cankred care came murning first of all Then Infant pitie weiping then Dispare Then Horror Terror Error Pain and Fear Fear that ran witles heartles bloodles faint And trembling like ane espin leaf did quaik Base shame and drousie Slouth that gaip and gant Sadnes that set in secret wyes hir wrak And thousands mo in nature discrepant Eche one from these and all came heir to sack The wofull Toune their gredie pansche to glut And Warr to eurie one his Morsell cut Warr that with her led laules leud Enormitie Rapt Reiuing Wrong Raige Discord and Impietie Sakt Sacrâ—ledge and sin in one conformitie Atheismie dispising Faith and scorning Deitie Wrathe Anger Hate and monstrous Deformitie That Laus Aâ—râ—s Mauers Marrs and braks societie Poore Pouertie and waistfull Desolatioun Lâ—fâ— turnd in bloodie Deaths sad Transmigratioun These fill the toune and send a dreadfull sound Vp to the heauine with clamors rapts and cryis Tears mixt with blood ouerflo the streits a round Warrs bloodie arms lift clouds about the skyis Of deid groand fighs delighting in eche wound Her looks ar lightning from her eies that fleis Her Iron feitt shak Touns and Tours asunder The roaring of her voice is dreadfull Thunder All night this fearfull Massacre did lest Till Titan cround Olimpus top with fire Then death and all this hellish creu addrest Them selfs to flight to darknes they retire And in a sabill cloud them selfs they plac'd Then to the west they flie with Night their sire And all the way they went they left a track That did infect the air with vapors blak This they once gone
So follow these their foes vnto the plaine Whoe still securlie marcht nor feard their traine And on them now they sett with curage stout With shouts and cryis they mak a fearfull sound Their first assalt disordred all the rout With lancis stiff they bore them doune to ground Who feard they were an armie great no dout So suddan furie doth the thoghts confound But their braue Lord sir Odomer suspected Their craftie gyll the which he thus detected Ah fear them not quod he I know their trains I know their craft I know their force their might We twentie ar wheir one of them remains Ah villans this is but a sillie slight Come yow shall haue your weill deserued pains In your owne netts your selfs ar taine full right Com we ar for yow come receaue your bloes I sie yow long your wretched lius to lose Nou nou-oure swords shall all those wrongs amend Bold Odomer with visage sterne cryes out And sindrie of his troups with him contend To force them bak but they with curage stout An ansuer sharpe on points of launces send Who broght by this an vther course about Fierce Eduard then with suord and sheild so hollow Cuts doun their ranks whoÌ„ blood death did follow From his sterne looks his fearfull foes withdrew Their eies that winkt which clouds of night bedims Their fanting hearts distills a bloodie dew Deaths thriefold horror through their ears still swims Their feit seme light to flie fant to persew A shevering cold throw all their bodyis clims Yea at his verie sight his foes resemble The Seggs or reids in fens with wind that tremble And now no more their captane they obey His aw seims nothing to their aufull foe Altho them selfs were willing for to stay Their legs hearts hands vnto their will said no All go to flight and heir and their doth stray Their Lord altho vnwilling neids must go He shams to England whill he heasts with speid That he had brok his vow for such a deid Victorious Eduard â—o the Seige retornd Whill omphrauell that hears this ouerthro Knew that proud fortun now her bak had tornd Whoe 's smylls were chaingd to frouns remeidles wâ— Wheirfore he yeilds the strength wheir he soiornd With passage frie in England for to go To this ferce youth now all the land obeys None his commands nor his behests gainseys Whill thus he raignd and rewled ouer all His valiaunt brother that all conquring King The Lord of Lorns old hate he did recall Which all in one his angrie pour's did bring His Heralds gius the camp but leasur small To Lorne to Lorne their proclamatioun sing But all this time the worthie Douglas goes Victorious still amongst his armed foes Douglas strong tour essais he first of all And fiftie load of hay in saiks weill bound He causd to driue hard by the Castell wall The Captane hoping victualls to haue found Isht with his troups whome or he did recall He seis that conquering knight so mouch renound Betuixt him and his strength who now with might Wold force him ather for to flie or fight And thus the Scotts assaill with rageing mood Whom long the English valiauntlie withstands Till like a Lion wet with luke warme blood The Douglas slops their ranks and braks their bands He heauid his sword aboue their heads wheir stood Both life and death that vrgd him with demands But as his furie led him all to kill Fear led them for to shun remeidles Ill. Wobtoun him self dyit by his valiaunt hand Wobtoun that captane was of all the rout The rest from him that fled no mercie fand All dy't yea eune the fearfull with the stout Nor wall nor tour nor Castell let they stand All throune to ground the ditchis fild about Greate Douglas fame now fleis ou'r all the land All yeilds to him ou'r all he doth command All Douglas Daill and Etrik Forrest faire And Jedburch to their natiue Prince then soght But the Lord Steuart Bonkills only heyre A man that valors rairest fructs furth broght Was chairgd by Englands King for to repare Gainst fortuns knight for this great wrongs he wroght Whoe with him broght the valiaunt Randolph furth And bold Sir Adam Gordone much of worth With these and fiftie more he came to view The land and how the people stood affected But worthie Douglas of their cuming knew Their secret drifts to him were all detected Then after them he softlie did persew And folloud them a faâ—â— still vnsuspected Till they at night reteird vnto ane Inn Was â—itchlie bult vpon the banks of Linn Then round about the house his men he set And threatned fire till they came thronging foorth With bloodie fight then both the pairteis met And both did proue the vtmost of their worth Thus Scotts against the Scotts were hardlie set Nor was their anye their of English birth Greate is the heat and furie blouis the fire Wheir freinds against their freinds ar moued with Ire Greats pitie was to view this wofull fight Still was the killer kill'd yet none wold flie The Douglas partie was of greater might Yet still the vthers fight and fighting die At last when death and slaughters at the hight Of fiftie none was left aliue but thrie That with the Stewart came and Douglas lost Of fiftie twiss neir sixte six all most Bonkills bold Lord that could no more defend With Randolph and with Gordone steps aside And soune was horst to she but lo in end The Douglas did so weill for that prouide Their way was stept what course so eu'r they bend Sir Adame Gordone leads and was their guide Who with a disperat hazard braue and bold Braks throu his foes and saiff his way doth hold The vther two did to the Douglas yeild Who intertaind them as his freinds most deir He manie days theirafter keept the feild But sawe no enemie at all appeir Yet neu'r Irkt he armour for to weild Wheirfore vnto his Prince he wold reteir Who now was on his Iournay Lorne to vew Yet to the Camp he came are any knew Eu'ne to the royall Tent swift fame had borne The news of his approache vnto the King Who from his throne rose like the glorious morne And to him says my thoghts were combatting If my loue'd Erlle did leiue or died forlorne And with his arms about his neck did hing Whill as he kneild my gratious Prince said he I leiue if in your grace if noght I die Much more they said at last the knight presents His prisoners vnto his royall Prence Whoe 's loue his Nephew too too soune preuents With speiches proud and spit'full conferrence But wisdome myld and graue with raige conuents And stai'd wrath haisting death for his offence Yet Bonkills Lord and he 's to prison sent Wheir they must stay till Lorns new warre bespent But now the Lord of Lorne that cleirlie knew Of their approach so weill did him prouide
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
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
of cha◠〈◊〉 ConstellaioÌ„ A Serpent in ether hand of Serpentatius alloding to Iames the 3. Reuld by 〈◊〉 the dasie who 〈◊〉 â—erpents poisoned the land with vice the caus of his fall Constellatione Indue ane archer marching to fight on fut Iames the 〈◊〉 who flighting on fut was sleane in flouden â—eild Constellatione Bootes is a maÌ„ stroÌ„g and pouerful Iames the 5. Constellatione Cassiopea is a quein setting in a chyâ—e quein marie douager of FraÌ„ce Berinicis crinis or celâ—â—es-cald the gaâ—land of hear Constâ—â—latione the north and south crownes on either syde of Polopâ— iâ—ax before him an alter Allading to Iames the 6. who ioyud the North and south crounes of Britans The north and south crouâ—s Corona Borealis Gorona australiâ— Godes wonderfull loue showin to him in his so many and notabile delyveries froÌ„ treson Sol monarch of ye north and Prince of Poets His eloqueÌ„ce sompaird to 1 Queene His Book to the Prince His wark cald the Battall of lepaâ—to His book against Magik His ansuâ—â— no that book sett furth in the nam of Bellasmin The discription of Stirling the birth place of Prince Henrie ConstellatioÌ„ Antinous a must â—â—â—ar beutifull Èouth a looding to Prince Hendre constellatioÌ„ Or on Merching in arms 〈◊〉 a river and a heir vnder his foot a alouding to charlis Prince of waills acording to the propheseis Hee as gennerall 〈◊〉 his father The vâ—arâ—â— following ar translated out oâ— the Propheseis 〈…〉 with the Propheseis Hiedra alluding to the greate Turk Corona australis Corona Borealis Cruâ— Hercules â—welf laboris A digression discriuing the Riuer â—o Propheceis Glaide 〈◊〉 He deit on performd this vow what for he send his heart to the holie groue This 〈◊〉 Thomas Rymour ane old Prophet who died abunt Sir months 〈…〉 King Robert hade a base soone that was erll of Ros of whoÌ„ is discrended the tuo famous families of clak mannan and erthe both surnemid 〈◊〉 Theis war his frâ—nds Theis englishmen whom they folowit was keipers of the castell of breithwick in arran A stryffe betuix the passions of the mynd and resson◠〈…〉 â—o it fell furth sone after A pitifull â—eild told the dougâ—â—e by a gentlâ—maâ— of dou glaifdail cald kenedie This captane his name was 〈◊〉 * This ould gentilman was callit dictione and is now cald simintone of yat ilk and duelleth as yit kard by the castell of douglas and hes his liuing of that hous for the same They war one a place cald the bred libank ouer against the church from the which they come ioind with the English as they come out of the Church It was euer efter called the douglas Ladner This capten heght thirsuall wha kipt the castell of douglas The race of ye douglas is from Sir Iemis to yis our tym Sir Iamis Douglas lord Douglas He triumphd seauintie seu'n tymes ouer his ennemies He buir his Princes heart to the holie graine He was thirteene tyms victor ouer the saracens He died in Spaine follouing the victorie too rashlie being inclosed be his enemies Anno 2330. The pâ—â—sies â—ls of Northumberland WilliaÌ„ Lord of lidsdail sone too Sir Iames of whom is discended the hous of 〈◊〉 Archibald brother to fiâ— Iames Lord of Douglas was regent of Scotland he faught halidone hil and being too fordward was slaine Anno 1333. Iohn Lord of dakeit of whom the hous of Mortoun is discended Whoe 's mother was one English ladie called Feres With first Erle of Douglas His breâ—â—â— was Archibald Lord of gallavay his son was Lord of midsdeall he mariet the Kings dochter whome the King of France sewed for in mariage of him is disceÌ„ded the hous of drumlenreik Iames erlle of Douglas sone to william first erle he dismonted the persie befotr neu castell and wan Otterburne being thrice strokin throu the bodie wheir he deâ—ld Anno. 1388. His brother was Called archibald grim he van Cintone Battell the Persie and the erlle of march Anno 1403. his sone was called archibald Tynman Was valiant but most onfortunat who was slaine at the battell of wernell in France Anno 1422. he was dâ—ck of Turin Lord of longuell and martiall of France his one Archibald erâ—e of wigtoune duck of Turyn and Lord of longuvyll his sone will duck of Turijn Lord of longuvyll he was behaded in the castell of edinburgh 1445 to him succeided his vncle grose Iames erle of abercorne Williame duck of turyn Lord of longuvyle he maid his tua brother erlls of morray and ermound and the thrid Lord of balvene anno 1452. Iames secound sone to thros Iames with his thrie brother of murray of mond and Bonenie a roise a gains the King and was pacified with tyt deficultie George first erlle of angous was sleane at shrosburrie ending the persie ageans the King of England Anno 1403. George secound eâ—lle of angous of his base sone called George the hous of boundward is cum Archi bald erlle of angus his sones and freinds var al sleane at flouden he vent hom him self being reprehended for god counsell Sir williame his secound sone leard of glenberuie his â— sone leard of kilspindie williame his bas sone Lord of Torthorall Archi bald sone to George mester of angus he marâ—ed the quine of Scottland sister to King Hendrie the 8 of England and begat margaret countas of Lenox mother to Hendrie dooke of Albanie father to King Ieames the 6. The foresaid archibald that Mareed the â—â—ine he wâ—◠〈◊〉 he died in Tamtallon Anno 1557. His secound brother Leaâ—d of pittindreich his 3. brother piâ—ot of condinghame Dauid sone to the Leard of Pittindrich succeided his uncle archibald erle of of angus 1558. Archibald soue to Dauid Erle angus died with out is hue 158. Williame the 3 from Sir Williame first Leard of gleÌ„beruie succeided Erle of angus he died Anno 1591. Williame his sone erle of angus died in pareis Annâ— 1611. He hes writtin then cronicklie of that name to which I haue refered most pairte of their actiouns Williame now Erle of angus The dissent of Erleâ— of mortoune Iohn Lord of dakeith Sir Iames Douglas his yongest brother he had tna sones the ouldest was Lord of dakeith the second leard of Iochleâ—in The discent of the lairdes of loghleuin The first laird of logh levin He was with arichbald grim at intoune battel Wheer heauing vin the enemies standard from the hand of Sir Thomas Kolbuth was the cheif of the victorie The second laird of logh levin who going with the Erle of buchan to france defended the passage of a brig there with thrie handreth agains the dooke of clâ—â—ens his armie whom he maid reteir inperseung forceie was kild The thriâ— leard of loghleuin The foeth leard of loghleuin The fift laird of loghleuin The saixt laird of loghleuin 〈◊〉 The seuinth leard who was alwaies with King Iames the 3 against the hums the habrons his good seruice was often times