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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A05559	The tragical death of Dauid Beato[n] Bishoppe of sainct Andrewes in Scotland Whereunto is ioyned the martyrdom of maister George Wyseharte gentleman, for whose sake the aforesayed bishoppe was not long after slayne. Wherein thou maist learne what a burnynge charitie they shewed not only towards him: but vnto al suche as come to their hades for the blessed Gospels sake.	Lindsay, David, Sir, fl. 1490-1555.; Burrant, Robert. Martyrdom of maister George Wysehart. aut	1548 (1548)	STC 15683; ESTC S104157	27,195	88

were kende I woulde sayed I make suche memoriall Yt of thy name I had intelligence I am Dauid that carefull Cardinall Whiche doth appeare sayed he to thy presence That sometyme had so greate preeminence Then he beganne his deedes to endyte As ye shall heare and I beganne to wryte The Tragedie ¶ I Dauid Beaton some tyme Cardinall Of noble bloude by lyne I dyd descende Duryng my tyme I had no peir equall But nowe is come alas my fatall ende Aye gree by gree vp warde I dyd ascende So that in thys realme dyd neuer reigne So greate a man as I vnder my soueraigne When I was a yonge ioyly gentleman Princes to serue I set my whole entent First to ascende at Arbroth I began An abbasie of greate ryches and rent Of that estate yet was I not content To get more ryches dignitie and glore My herte was set alas alas therfore I made suche seruice vntyll our Souereigne He dyd promote me to more high estate A Prince aboue all priestes for to Reigne Archbishoppe of sainct Andrewes consecrate To that honour when I was eleuate My prydefull herte was not content at all Tyll that I was created a Cardinall Yet preste I to haue more authoritie And finally was chosen Chauncelat And for vpholdynge of my dignitie Was made Legate then had I no compare I purchest for my profit singulare My cofers and my treasure to auaunce The bishopriche of Merapois in Fraunce Of al Scotlande I had the gouernal But myne aduise concluded was not certeyne Abbot bishoppe archbishoppe cardinal In thys realme no higher coulde I reigne But I had ben Pope Emperour or souereigne For shortnes of tyme I am not able At length to shewe myne actes honourable For my moste princely prodigalitie Amonge prelates in Fraunce I toke the pryce I dyd shewe my lordly liberalitie In banketyng playinge at cardes and dice In suche wysedome I was holden wyse And spared not to playe wyth hynge or knyght Thre thousand crownes of gold vpō one nyght In Fraunce sir I made honest voyages Where I dyd artes digne of remembraunce Thorowe me were made triumphant mariages To our souereigne both profit and pleasaunce Quene Magdalē the fyrst doughter of Fraūce With great riches was into Scotland brought That mariage thorow my wisdō was wrought After whose death into Fraunce I past agayne The seconde quene homewarde I dyd conuoye That lustie Princesse Mary de Loraine Whiche was receiued wyth tryumph and Ioye So serued I our ryght redoubted Roye Sone after that Henrie of Englande kynge Of our soueraigne desyred one communyng Of that metyng our kynge was wel content So that in Yorke was set both tyme and place But our prelates and I woulde neuer consent That he shoulde see kynge Henry in the face But we were wel content so that his grace Had sayled the sea to speake wyth any other Except the king which was his mothers brother Where thorowe there arose great war mortal strife Great heirships hūgar darth desolatiō On the other syde many dyd lose their lyfe If I woulde make any true narration I caused all that tribulation For to take peace I neuer woulde consent Wythout the kynge of Fraunce had ben cōtent Duryng these warres were taken prisoners Of noble men fyghtyng ful turiously Many a Lorde baron and bacchillers Where thorowe our kynge toke such melancoly Whiche draue him to the deede ryght dolefully Extreme dolour ouerset dyd so his herte That from thys lyfe alas he dyd departe But after that boeth strength speach were losed A paper blanke I gatte his grace subscriue Into whiche I wrought al that me pleased After his death whiche longe were to discriue Thorowe that wrytyng I purposed belyue Wyth support of some lordes beneuolence In thys region to haue preeminence As for our Lorde our rightuous Gouernour If I woulde shortly shewe the veritie To hym I had no maner of fauour Durynge that tyme I purposed that he Shoulde neuer come to none authoritie For his support therfore he broughte among vs Forth of Englande the noble Erle of Anguishe Then was I put abacke from my purpose And sodenly caste into captiuitie My prideful herte to breake as I suppose Deuised by the high diuinitie Yet in my herte sprange no humilitie But nowe the worde of God ful wel I knowe Who doth exalt hym selfe God shal hym lowe In the meane tyme when I was so subiected Ambassatours were sent into Englande Where they both peace and maryage cōtracted And more suerly for to obserue that bande Were promised diuerse pledges of Scotlande Of that contracte I was no waye content Nor euer woulde therto geue my consent To captaines that kept me in warde Gyftes of golde I gaue them greate plentie Rulars of courte I rychely dyd rewarde Wherby I escaped from captiuitie But when I was free at my libertie Then lyke a Lyon losed of his caige Out thorow this realme I begā to raile raige Contrary the Gouernour and his companie Ofte tymes made I insurrection Purposyng for to haue hym hastely Subdued vnto my correction Or put hym to extreme subiection Duryng thys tyme if it were wel dissided Thys realme by me was vtterly deuided The Gouernour purposyng to subdue I raysed an hoste of many a bolde baron And made a rode which Lyghgowe yet may rue For we destroyed one myle aboute the towne For that I gate many blacke malison Yet contrary the Gouernours entent Wyth our yong princesse we to Steruiling wēt For high contemptation of the Gouernour I brought the Erie of Lemox forth of Fraunce That lustie Lorde lyuyng in greate pleasure Dyd lose that laude and honest ordinaunce But he and I fell cone at variaunce And thorowe my councell was in short space Forfaited and banished he gate no other grace Then thorowe my prudence practice and ingine Our Gouernour I caused to consente Ful quietly to my councel incline Wherof his nobles were not wel content For why I gate dissolued in playne parliament The bande of peace contarcted with Englande Where thorow came harme heirship to Scotlande That peace broken arrose newe mortall warre By sea and lande suche theifte wythout releue Whiche to reporte it frayeth my herte farre The veritie to shewe in termes breue I was the rote of al that greate mischeue The South countrey may say it had ben good That my nourice had smored me in my coud I was the cause of mykle more mischaunce For vpholde of my glore and dignitie And pleasure of the potent kynge of Fraunce ▪ Wyth Englande woulde I haue no vnitie But who consider woulde the veritie We myght full wel haue lyued in peace and rest Nyne or tenne yeres and then played lose or fast Had we wyth Englande kept our contrackes Our noble men had lyued in peace and rest Our marchauntes had not lost so many packes Our commune people had not ben opprest On thother syde al wronges had ben redrest But Endenburgh sence that Lyth Kyngorne