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
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
Prisoners he fand This Murray who had looud this ladie long All this the valiaunt erll did vnderstand Informd by conferrence the rest among And thoght indeid he loued that gallant knight Yet in the ladie was his cheif delight Now on the seas they stray a certane space Till on a night the count that silent lay Vpone his bed did heare one cry allace Will thus my ladie all my hope betray is my long loue rewardit with disgrace Ah greif allace what will the world now say On wings of hope I mount aboue my might And now am forst with Phaeton to light Ah who so feids on wemens double wordes Runs with a straingeling Toue to meit dispare Who kyndnes to their wantoun looks affoords Heaps on them self a hell of endles care Who to her smills applies Loues sweit concords With scorne and shame they shall their thoghts insnare Yea whoe vpone a Womans voues shal dreame Can neu'r be red of woe greif cair and shame But I must loue her I must loue her still And loueing her eune loving I must die Or shall I leiue my freindly foe to kill That thus deprius my hops O no not I I will my verie soule in tears distill In sighs consume my heart with groans Iyll ty On willing death vnto my torterd mynd And with all pains end to one paine shall find Thogh this disdaind disgrat'd and quyte forlorne Yet her poore soule eu'ne her I can not blame But fortune proud that to this knight hath sworne Ou'r all the Earth she will extoll his name And nature that did weip when he was borne For all her wealth hangs at his virteus beame Yea she in him her self excells so fare Compaerd with him all vthers she douth marre Ah thrise vnhappie I that eu'r did yeeld As Prisoner vnto the english foe Thrise happie I if slaine into the feild Then had she piteid if not lou'd I kno But o this knight did with his sword and scheild Frie me from bands and yet he fred me so As giving life and sauing this my Breath He sends to me a farr more cruell death Heir sorow cuts his sad discours at last With manie greuous groans with sighs and tear's Whereat this warlick Lord was much agast When as this wofull song had perst his Ears His ladeis loue all other caer's surpast Her diuine shape graft in his mind he bear's And yet he thinks he wrongs that worthie knight Whoe 's faithful loue long since made knowne his right Wheirfore in time hee wold command these fiets And loues fond flammig passiouns wold remoue But o commanding in his heart she sitts Ruelling the motionis of his soule aboue It wold him kill or neir destraught of witts If he the meanest thoght of lose shuold proue Yet streght he thinks with reasone man's Indeut That by him self his lusts might be subduet Thus tossing thousand Passions in his mynd At last he vouis him self for to command Now Phebus had his golden locks vntwind And them in Thetis cristall glas vpband When cuttinge Neptouns back a fare they find Thrie warlike ships come toward them from land Wheirfore in Arms each one them self addrest And at their Lords deuotion then they rest Now all of them did in his presence stand And furth he cau'sd the ladeis to be broght And thus said hee fair Dames yow vnderstand What I and these most valiant men haue wroght By Ioue his onlie aide we took in hand Your honors saftie your relief we soght Tho Heauins did fauor this our interprise Yow know it was more desperat then wise And thogh all knights indeid should Armour beare For ladeis and in their defence to feght Yet I more shameles then the rest I feare Of you fair Eue for so the yungest heght Wold craue reward which you may weill forbeare Yea I wold haue your oth in all their sight That what I charge you with you will obey Nor what I seik may you offend I pray The modest Baishfull dame in silent mood Her mild swit looks she bent vpon the ground Throgh sone bright beautie shind her crimsone blood Which suddain Tempest past she quiklie found This answer whill the Gallant trembling stood Expecting that which his poore Soule shold wound Curst be the child his Dame ganesay is in Oght Whoe his deir life with her lifes hasard boght Glade was she for to grant what eu'r he wold Whoe wold to him haue geu'ne her self and all Wheirfore againe she made this answer bold Braue knight your will I promesse and I shall Myne honor saiff performe so shall you hold My fate cume life or death or what you call To which my grant I heir the heauns attest Let me be plagd if I refuse the rest A shiuring cold throgh all his Vains forth-went Stopping the Organe of his speache a space To what he wold he should nocht giue consent And what he should he wold noght that imbrace Proud Cupid from her firie looks foorth-sent Loue burning dairts that more and more incres His thoghts at last he thinks his oune he 'll make her Her heart fleis throgh her eies and prays him take her And whill he goes within hes arms to catche her Casting his Ete aside he their espyis Her faithfull knight who all this time did watche her Loue Furie Wrathe Disdain a combat tries In his sad looks and Rage bids still dispatch her But blak Dispair did thus to him deuis More honor is 't thy selt to Saccrefies And tell disloyall her thou loyall dyes So shalt thou end thy els eu'r endles paine And die with honor to her endles shame No take his life quod Jelosie againe Quod reasone why he does not bear her blame Quod Curage shall hee vn-reprou'd obtaine Then thou no man much les a knight by name Quod Reasone if he die she hate thee shall Then quod Despair kill Him her thee and all But reasone says and Pitie taks her parte O will thou kill thy Natiouns lamp of light No rather go to him with all thy hearte And giue him all thy intrest all thy right So shall thou winn great praise and heighe desart Quod Beautie first depriue thine Eies of sight No then quod Loue thy heart first must thou tear Foorth from thy breist for her Idea's their Which is the starr that reulls thy life thow knois Whill he thus reuld with Iaring passions stands Sad pitie mou'd this braue yung erle mak chois Beautie to flie and brak loues mightie bands And thus he said if heau'ne will that wee lose And that those pirats get ws in their hands No torment shall sufficientlie assuage Their cruell will their furie and their rage So gladlie wold they wish reuenge to tak Of fourtie which we last of theirs did kill Wounding their Lord tho we but few did laik But so Eternall Maiestie did will Now theirfoir first I wish you to forsake Our companie let hap ws good or Ill And tak those knights which
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
be shoune Eu'ne in dispight of fortuns crueltie To work most dread reuenge if ouerthroune And with their brauest captains let vs die Lo fame and Glorie shall oure death attend Nor shall they much reioise in this oure end The rest whome Anger curage greif dispair Tormenting made to wish their deaths were nie Applaudeth all that he had said and their All crie dye die reuenge and brauelie die But their braue Prince with mild looks doth declair His counsall wise and his command whereby Their fiurie hote and fond dispair refraining He to his brother answers thus complaining Thy counsall in the wise no place will find With such dispairing hezerds to betray Oure selfs vnto oure foes they proue to kind To please their foe that works their oune decay What tho the basser sort their beastlie mind In flieing from oure camp doth weill beuray Yet hope and forsight fortun still commands And warrs good luuk in wisdoms counsall stands What though oure fainting troups haue fled before Who e'r the neues of ill with terror stings These at the reall sight will feare much more And confort none but meir disconfort brings Yea when they fled my hopes they did restore And with them fled the Douts of my desings Greate foolls ar they that builds their hopfull goode Vpone the euer changeing multitude In you that doth remane my confort lies Nor can a world of armeis me effray For heau'ne promeisd mee that I should ryise Vnto my foes shame ruin and decay I cair not I what earth or hell deuyis They can not hinder heauin though they dalay Fraill mans intendit blish by heauins decreed With heauinlie faith is eathlie wants suppleid Knou then this praise to Scotts is onlie deu Neu'r conquerd yet neu'r yeildit to their foes For want refusing neuer to perseu With endles warr the iust reuenge of those That wold their liues or liberteis subdeu For Scotts will ether all way mak a chose Of friedome euer poore with warre maintaind Then bondage euer riche with peace still gaind By this they sie an armie to appeir Before their face and at their baks they vieu The Lord of Lorne with all his troups drau neiâ— By secreit by-wais led them to perseu Whereat they stand amaz'd vntill they heire Their Lords wise hardie resolutioun treu Whoe thus to cheir and confort them began Fear not their slight for do the worst they can Wee shall esheu their craft their hate their force Then he commands his brother to depairt And Lennox Erle with them ane hundreth horse Douglas and Hay vnto the contrair Airt With equall number bend their speedie course Now freinds quod he eche bear a valliaunt hearte And fleing fight and fighting flie your foes For your braue flight hew forth your wais with bloes So our's shal be the Glorie of this day And wee with fame returne but thay with shame We with the rest will likewais hold oure way Betuixt their armeis so shall we reclame Oure life and honor whiche thay count their pray Yea and perhaps er long may pay thame hame This said all Thrie thrie sundrie way 's oppose Their Warlick breists gainst thousands of their foes Yea suerlie each of theme great valor shoes And wisdoms beams stil gaue thair valor light They brak throw armed Squadrons of their foes Thus they perseuing flie and flieing fight O curage great O valor worthie those That ryse to ewer shyning Glorie bright Throw thrice fyue thow sand fighting fleis thrie hundeâ— Not loseing One O curage great O wonder The valiannt Bruce with vnresisted might Fleis yet his deids still maks him knowne of all The lord of Lorne that weill espyde his flight So one folloud him in hope to work his fall Fyue hunderth thrice on horssis swist and light With him he taks and gius but leasure small To Bruce who thrice diuids his Men in thrie And thrice thrie sundrie wayis the're forst to flie At last with him their did remane but one And yet his foes still follow'd on his tract Their care is onlie him to haue allone Nor seme thay of his Men account to make Fiue knights that al the rest had farr owt gone Wer cum so neir that him they ouertake Whoe scornd to Flie whill he had bein aliue Though but allone from fystie ioynd to fiue The knight that with him stayd was bold and stout Whoe 's birth made in his dams fair breists appear The milk that nur'st the Prince for whiche no dowt He greatlie loud the Man and held him deir Whoe with him twrns now to their foes abut Both on theme twns nor wold they once reteir Ther salutations were in raige and wrathe Death on eche wound attends and shame on death Thrie to the Prince and two vnto the knight Addrest and thus the combat's wndertane The valiaunt Monarche with two bloes doun right Ones heart anothers head did cleiue in twane Whairat dismaied the thrid doth shwn to fight And now this matchles lord thus left allone Len'ds th' one a blow that did his knight assaill Till from his hors he sank doun cold and paile Beneath the knights good suorâ—d the fourt soone dyis Death after him that flees wes quicklie sent This strattagem the Prince doth sone devyse To learne to sie and know his soes intent He on this horse in this knight arms doth Rise And to his foes bak as a freind he went His knight he their Commands for to soiurne Till he againe dead or alive Returne This bak agane a Myll 〈◊〉 had not gone When as he meits the Forward of his foe Come with a spedie marche that way anone And them before a hundreth knights and moe Come towards him before all these allone A senting Slewth hound coms with Squyars two The hound his owne he knew without all dout Which by his foes was broght to find him out Without delay without advisement long He foreward spurrs vpon his loftie steid Whose Swiftnes had no match them all among Knowne by the hound whom he was wount to fied On him he fauns and with a leap hâ—flong Furth from the leische runing on him with speid Whom when he wold haue kil'd poore pitie mov'd him He cold not be ingrait to none that lov'd him Wherfore he bak Returns the way he came The hound still following him had keept him still When loe these hundreth knights espyde the same The horse and Arms they know yet doubt some Ill That with a scornefull raige their mynds Inflame And with auou'd revenge their harts they fill Thus with disordred haist they quiklie runn And one by One much ground of him they winn Some him to kill and some the hound to take Did oftentimes assaie but al in vaine For their disordred furie still he brak Each wound with holds a foe with death or paine Yet was he forc'd at last away to mak By killing of the hound his life to gaine And being now come neir vnto his knight He thinks not
worth was knowne so to their Enemeis cost As their brave Generall feard not to aduance With these against a great and mightie lost And hazard all vpon a Battells chance Thus marcheth he and wold with these beginâ— To conquer all or lose what he hath winn This warlik Lord when as the night drew nere Camps on a hill a strength by nature wrought And as the second morning did appeare The watch a Woman had before him broght In beggers weid whom he did straight Inquiet What her Intention was or what her thoght That way to come She answerd to betray him And that his foe wold presentlie Essay him Pembroks braue Erle saide she within a myll Is come with thousands five thee to supprise That Scots and Englishe are and swears the whill That they triumphing on thy death must rise I hope quod he their hopes shall them begyll The right is ours and with the world he crys To arms to arms and in a moment their All cled in dreadfull arms to fight prepare The Prince without the Camp his armie drew In thrie Battalions or Squadrons strong The vangard gave he to the Douglas trew Vnder whoe 's standard Sixtie marcht along Expert in Arms that feats of warrs well knew The reiâ—ward too prince Eduard did belong Which also did consist of Sixtie moe That faint fearis ghostlie house did newer kno The King him self the greate Battalion led Wherin ther stood thryce fyftie borne too fight There Scotlands constabill in arms was cled The worthie hay a bold and fearles knight There Lenox faithfull er'le his ensigne spred There Walorous Boyd and others scorning flight All Soldiers old all weill aprou'd at arms all breathed warr and conquests loud allarms Be they were ranckt and well in Ordre sett A cloud of men of horse of spears and scheilds Comes from a Wood a heard of Deir besett By huntars kein to fearfull flight so yields Whoe 's horned heids a ratling noyse begett Such noyse their lances made when all the fields Were hid with Troups and ew'ne as flights of Croeâ— Sing throw the air their haist such sounding shoes But to the Scots when they approched nere They stood Amazd to sie there good Array Till their Curagious Genrall did them cheirâ— With hopfull words of Conquest spoill and Pray Lo what are those said he which you sie here But Robbers which dare newer vew the day Outcasts and not trew Scots whoe 's warlik force You oft before haue tryde vnto their lose And tho they were there Nations flour and choise Yet are they but a handfull vnto you Gainst ew'rie one let ten them selffe oppose So they beneth Oure conquiring sword shall bow At these braue words the Armie foreward goes With schouts and clamors greate and with a show A front the Douglas troupe they giue the charge Whoe was too few against these squadrons large Yet make they nether murmur noise nor Dinn Saif Armours clash and death resounding blows Till they had pearst these squadrons wide within On eurie hand a streame of blood forth floes That o're their Man-made bankes to swell begin And on their freinds they helpe to venge theer foes For such as wounded cold not stand for paine Falling vntimlie were both dround and slaine The conquering Knight with his victorious band That now hade brokin all the ranks well niere Beholds the Clifford that still fighting stand Whose valors worth he cold not but admire For by that gallant Earls strong conquring hand Some slaine some hurt some forc'd were to retire To him for iust conceaued hate he hies And him to bloodie mortal fight desies Now firste when as the Bruce his foes did view Vnder an ensigne al to march in groe He chargd his Troups their distance to renew And leaue more ground twixt eu'rie batel soe In seu'rall parts they did their foes persue One chargd a front one to each flanke did goe And each a solem vow had made with all Mid-waie to meet or by the waie to fall On the right side firce Edward gaue essaie Whose courage hote cold scarcely be refraind By those more cold by his braue Troupe to staie And yet the vallor of his foes constraind Faire Victorie aboue them both to plaie With doubtful wings till at the last detaind By his all conquering hand beneth his sword They fall yeld flie and tremble at his word But Scotlands famous Champion the while Whoe 's chairge he kneu was their left syid to charge Brak throu the ranks with long and bloodie toill And to his troup he made an entrie lairge Whill th' English Generall chusd their force to foill Fiue hundreth strong with lance with sourd with targe Whoe 's armed ranks he settes into the way Of Scotts renouned king his force to stay These at the first so feirclie doe assaill They brak the Scotts with wraith and heigh disdaine Who yeelding straight begins to bend and reill And braik their ranks nor could from flight refraine Which th' Englishe captane harriugtone sau well By whoess braue hand aught deid the nint neu slaine The standart bore which winn he loudlie cryis The victorie is ours who yeeldis not dyis Scotlands great campioun who this while had fought Amidst his foes and left his men behind Rushd throu the throng and this stout captane soght Whome got his head he from his shoulders twind And wan agane that standart deirlie boght With which he fordward goes wheir he did find His men dispersd but with his cheirfull words They rank them selfs and march with conquring swordâ— The victorie recouerd thus with pane And raerlie wrong out of the English hands Earths brauest Prince leads on his troups agane The standart still he bears and throu the bands Of his proud foes he looks if they contane Some obiect worth the hyir of his demands He shaiks his sword wheirat the English quaik And shrunk oway and out of order brak Then he espyis a littel him before Lennox stout Erle and Hays vnconquerd Lord And famous Boyd all thrie assailed sore And hemnd in by their fois he much deplord Their danger great and valors worthie store They shou for to be tane they still abhord And all the ground to strou it seems they striue With woundit men half deid and half a liue Not fare from them he also might espy Wheir as the conquering knight with clifford stood Clifford was strong but fought too furiouslie And nou groune faint with sheidding too muche blood His cairfull band to saif their Lord wold try Thrusting betuix him and the Douglas good Yea all at once him furiourslie assaill But his vnconquerd valor doth preuaill All this the Prince of warriours did behold And as a Lion nev cum from the wod Roring for pray espyis a scheiphirds fold His â—ungrie Whelps still follow houling loud Whoe 's sight and sound effrais the heardmen bold Thy flie that fearfull foe resistles proud Who killeth all tho one wold serue for food
confusdlie Iarring roar Such sound greate waters send from brokin shoar Or as when Raine by nights blak tempests borne Doun from heighe Rocks and mountans to the plane Stons earth and treis vp by the roots hath torne Till streams and all in one pit fall agane Whoe 's bullring noyse when cums the pleasant morne The herdmen frights that with their floks remane Such sounds their conflict yeilds and throu the aer Sends clamors groans and all th' affects of rear But thou braue Eduard was the first did wound And wounding kild and killing did affright Thy Enemers whill through the troupe redound The neus of thy greate deads which raise on hight Thy soldiers hairts their valor did abound With aufull strenght resistles still they fight And thou bold Hay aduentrouslie did venter Heuing a way nixt for thy troups to enter The woes Hay wroght an English lord their brings Whoe wonders at his deids at last in wrathe A darte he sends that to his labors sings And weill neir broght with it a haistie death Persing his Curace fâ—om his breist out springs A streame of blood neir wheir his life took breath Wheir with the throuer call's now do not bost If thou has kild thy blood appease their Ghost My blood quod he cums from an honord wound But this kein dairt from ane deceitfull hand To tell me of thy treasone it did sound And vows to ayme more right at my command By this the English campeoun was bound With chains of death no longer could he stand Death child his blood and strength within his vains For lo the Schaft send bak had perst his breans The warlick English Generall seis him fall And thrusts vnto the front or face of fight His brand he shaks so dreadfullie with all That many fanting schrunk out of his sight But oure bold Hay wold not his steps recall Whoe 's honord marche reproou'd their shamefull flight And for him self he wisheth death were ny So that braue Imp of Englands race might dy The conquering knight this while had march'd so fare And led his troups so brauelie on his foes That their they yeeld vnto the chance of warr Their ranks sore shakkin now much ground they lose Bak went the first their ordour quite they marr And then the Scotts with clamours hudge arose Some stuffs the chase whoe 's breists with curage boild And other some drew furth the deid and spoild Greate Odomer of all this nothing knew Whoe being woundit by the valiant Hay Enraged like a sauage bore he grew And with a fureous blow he doth him lay Senceles to ground and off his helmet flew Yea surlie this had bein his laitest day But that he saw his side go to the worse And turns to stay their flight his en'meis force He haisteth furth and shaems to sie their foill Whoe 's cheirfull count ' nance maks them all returne Against the Scotts whoe still dispysd their toyll And thikning their instructed pour's they burne With hote desire of their expected spoill And in that verie place wold they soiurne Whill as the light was pent vpin the skyes With swartish clouds of dust that did aryse Eu'ne as in Mills wheir Graine is ground non may Stand neir for dust blowne vp by breathing aer That turns to paled hew their bright array So from returning troups and squadrons faireâ— The clouds of dust suted the Scotts in gray Now fights the English fierslie to repare Their faults the Scotts wold keip what they had winn Both sides stands firme and freshlie doth beginn Bold hay recouered of his trance agane With angrie shame did venge him of his foes Searching for him that left him so in paine Many their life 's for their lordes fault did lose Whill he on wereid killing did remane And gainst wholle trowps he doth him self oppose Whoe 's good example cheirs eche englishe band And to their bold lordes work they boldlie stand Weill bakt with trowps this Mars-like man coms in Who 's deids strook feare through all the Scottish host Who lossing ground to flight doth nou begin But Edward Douglas Haye and Boyd doth cost Along their troups and here and there doth rinn Praising the bold and cowards still they boast Yet their braue deids preuaileth more then cries In leaders deeds the souldiers confort lies But worthie Bruce their harts with courage fills A cloud of Knights with spears shields he brings And as when sheepheards sees from tops of hills A cloud broght from the sea on Eurus wings Amazd they stand and gaze against their wills While heauen on earth a smoakee darknes wrings Which drawing neire to them affrighted then They dreue their heards into some couert den So darkning Earth with spears with swords with shields They came and in their breast a tempest broght To whose apparent wrath the English yeilds For they had seein what these before had wroght Of their left wing they quite had scourd the fields Thus quickly they resolue and with a thought All yeilds to flight and down their weapons threw Scotts kill anb chase til night her conrteins drew The Argument Bruce falleth sick neir to the Northern Shore Tho armie mutanes for his sore diseas Whom at that instant heauins to speich restore Els all hadd yit his speich doth all appease They fight with Buchans Erle and thence they bore Their Lord in spight of foes their camp they raise Auld Meldrums Battell brings his health agane He wins Sanct Iohnstoun with a subtill trane Caput 13. LIghts cheirful dame in saiffron Robs did shine Whoe 's siluer beams through eurie pairt disperst Of this Terrestrial Glob did nou refine The thikned air and leauie forrests peirst Wheir hills Groius dens and valeis deip decline To nights dark showis thoes shadowis broune it sherâ— When to the camp of conquring Bruce aspird Greate troups of Scotts of English thraldome tir'd And all that land soone to his peace was broght Bold Odomer nou like to burst for wo To Bodwell flies and then to Englaud soght No more to Scotland wold he proue a foe Thus was the thrid pairt of the Kingdome thoght Trew homage to their natiue Prince to sho The rest for Lord the English King did know By threttie thousand English held in ow Greate enemies had oure farr greater King In the greate north that natiue Scotts ware borne Their Buchans mightie Erle did proudlie regne That Cummernalds reuenge had deiplie sworne Brechins greate Lord like vengeaunce coueting And with them Sir Iohn Moubray they suborne With many more that by the Cumnings factioun Held many boundles Bounds in greate subiectioun To quaill their pride and tame their tameles wills Directlie north our dantles Prince doth go Crossing these farr renoumed toples hills Of Grangebene that Scotland pairts in two His euer famous name these regions fills With feare and terror of ensewing wo He led his famous captains with him all Saiue Douglas whom he left for to recal Trew Scotts to
His Sunne is at his Sommerr Sâ—lsteice lo And neids he must returne for to discend Fortun must Froune when she too long hath smilâ— Who surest hopeth oft is oft begâ—ld Yea tho he hed a hundreth Kingdoms more And could a hundâ—eth Englands bring to warr By heaune he shall haue Battell once before He come to Stirling if to come he dare This spak bold Edward whoe 's bold words restore The shining light of Gloreis darkned Starr In many hearts which to greate loue doth raise him His Brother in his heart doth greatlie praise him But grauelie thus agane the King began My Lords my captains and my chiftains all I gladlie wold we were assured when Oure foes should come and when oure troups recall For oure meane force must be made stronger then To catche occasioun and giue vantage small Then Douglas sai's my Lord let one be sent That warlie can perceaue whaat's their inten And surlie I my self the man must be â—yll slilie walk through all their squadrons braue A Frensh man of a Scot they all shall sie With Almans Frensh and Dutch I can disceaue I Knou their Lords and Princes of degrie Through all their camp the secrets I will haue Iyll raise my beard and bazane mak my face Iyll change my voice my gesture and my Grace Loth was the King that he should vndergo This fearfull task he for him self prouids But neids he wold be gone at last and so Disguised like a Frensh man forth he rids His face straik with ane oile no pairt did sho Of his first Grace his countenance it hids The accenâ—s hard of Frensh he sounds so right That eune the Frensh them selfs mistak their sight The worthie Bruce his tyme not idlie spent But forth to muster calls his men of warr Furth to the flourie banks of forth they went Vnto a pleasant Medou lairge and squair Deir Muse tho time hath in obliuion pent These wortheis names that heir did armour beit And made their of springs nams to differ fare Thou knows bothe what they were what they are But what they were were longsome to repeat Onlie as they ar now to vs vnfold That tho their names be some what changd of lait Yet we may know them for the of spring bold That yet remains stand not on points of stait But lat eche land eche prouince be enrold With their Lords name and these such Tinkior lend As mightie time nor age may efter spend Vnto the camp their worthie King forth goes Their King their Captane and their Gen'rall great Whill all the commoun soldeors arose With Ioyfull shouts and signs of Loue perfyit Pleasd with their salutatiouns sweit he shoes A cheirfull smyle their loue for to requyit Then gius command against the following morne Their glorious standarts should the plaine adorne No sooner Titan Butneist Neotuns vawe And spred his beams ou'r Earths enameld brest When forth the wortheis warlick bold and braue Came all in shining Steill their glistring crest Adorn'd with plums their armed horse whoe 's show With statlie prausing seemd with pryde possest Before their Lord he from a rocks proude height One eurie troup doune bent his curious sight Now Eduards Douglas Randolphs troups remaind About the King nor marchd they to the plaine And all on Douglas absence much complaind But most of all his owne men thoght in vaine A sight he of the English camp obtaind Nor feaâ—d he oght nor wold he turne againe Whome to his fortun leaue we now to sho These troups that martchd vnto the plaine belo From Skieland orknay Caittnes faire and wyde Furth stretcht to the great north theis cuntries lyes Came furth two thousand led in martiall pryde By two bold erlls of Antient families That long these cuntries lairge did wishe gyde And tho farr of they ly yet they aryiss To help their noblle prince ther minds so hautie Showing therby their faith loue zeall ther deutie Ross Sutherland Stranauer nixt to them As many men as braue as stout as strong Led by two worthie erlls of auntient fame Greate Sutherland and Ros right famous long Of Irish Scotts in clanns that keipt the name Fiue hundreth thrice their chieftans broght along From all these montane cuntreis north that ly And plesaunt shoirs that coasts the Irish sey Randolph broght forth all Morrays shire almost These wait on him he waits vpon the King The men of Buchane thogh their Lord was lost To shew their loue and duette forth did bring A thousand bold broght from that pleasant cost That still beholds the German Ocean spring For Graine a fertill land for pastor good The men a people of Bellonas brood From Marr two thousand came of warlik fame Led by that euer famous erlle of Marr Whoe 's faithfull heart whoe 's much redoubted name Yet neuer left his Prince in Peace nor Warr Whoe 's Starr of Glorie euer casts a beame Which still Illuminats both neir and farr The men of at holl then their Ensigne spred A thousand by their gallant erlle forth-led From Merns their came of Squiers and of knights A thousand warlick hardie fearles bold Led by their Erlle traind vp in marti'all fights Their erlle whoe 's worth my Muse can not vnfold Whoe 's great ancestors shind still glorious lights And whoe 's first father did the land vp hold From bondage wild for which they still command As onlie greate Lord Merschalls of the land But Angous heght the Region nixt that lyes A famous fertill fair and plesant land From which two thousand did in arms aryse Led by greate Lords that by them selfs command As Ogiluy and Brechin bold and wyse Montrois greate erlle that led a valiant band But he that led the most pairt of that host Was Crausurds mightie erlle who reuled most Nixt Goureis Carss a pleasant euntrie lyes Vpone the northerne banks of famous Tey And to the North the Eist and West aryse Pleasant grem hills vp to the cloudie sky That like a wall impregnable defyes The boasting foe or foragne enemie Streaching their ragid arms aloft ascending The pleasant plains from tempests still defending Wheir Barlie Wheat and all the sorts of Graine That pleasant cuntrie plentefullie yeilds In all the valeys meids and eurie plaine The frutfull Treis at strou'd through all the feilds The Regions round about that doth remane At still suppleid from thence wheir plentie weilds By heau'ne and nature greac'd with all things els That eu'ne the famous Normandie excel's The port or entres to this pleasant land Is strong Dundie weill cituat and fair Betuixt it and the German laek that stand Wheir as Tays mightie floud with murm'ring cair Like Tagus rolling our the golden sand Doth cast him self away as in dispair From this fair land came foorth a thousand good That in their cuntreis caus wold spend their blood By mightie Erroll wer these troups forth led
Whoe 's greate begining gloriouslie was wrought When as the bloodie Danes their ensigns spred Heir to distroy oure natioun whill they soght As endles swarms in thousands Bie-hyus bred Such endles swarms these rude Barbariens broght Of armed sauageis tho still with stood And fild the land with Famine Warr and blood But when their Moone was full their Tyde at hight Oure Eb so low that hope and all was lost Thy first forbe'r stout Hey came to the fight Who with two sones allone their fortune crost Whoe 's valours onlie put them all to flight O wonder thrie our cums a mightie host But so Joue wild that from so fair a spring Scotlands greate Constabill his stream should bring Then fertill Fife nixt musterd foorth hir brood A land by Nature fair and ritche by arte From Tay's great streame to Forths cleir christall flood She gathers furth her bands in eurie parte Erlles Lords and knights they all ar horsmen good Thâ—â—â— thousand chosen men of heighe desarte Rothes greate erlle and many erlls beside Amid these troups spred furth their Ensigns wide Thrie thousand more came furth of Louthean fair All Princes Lords and knights and men of fame Wheir Setons Lord eume Weintons erlle did bear Not meanest reull with vthers of greate name Angous greate erlle aâ—d Morton bothe was their Tho other cuntries fair might them reclame Wheir they bore reull with many barrons more As Gems doe ringis whose worths that land decore Then Lithgoes schire and Stirlings pleasant land Seauin tims five hundreth men of armes forth send Their Liuingston our Lithquhow did comand Lord Elphingstoun his aid did likewaies lend Monteiths old erlle broght furth a chosen band A gallant rout on Erskins Lord depend From Câ—yde that cam all thes and many mo As floods to th' ocean to their soueraing flow Perth and Sâ—ratherne two regions fair and bred Send furthe two thousand hardie knights on horse Stratbern and Drumond erlle of perth furth led The greatest pairt of all this martiall force And hâ—it the Morrayis turth ther ensigne spred Who from Morauia bring ther ancestors A doughtie race of people bold and sterne Led by that valiant Lord of Tulliberne And Bunkills Lord their cam that Stewart hight Whom Douglas with braue Randolph took of yore When Huntles mightie Lord by honord flight Eschaipt from Jedward as you hard before He broght a gallant troup and wroght so right That to his Princes peace he did restore This Adam Gordone huntlies noble Lord With virtue and with valour much decorde He is the Mers a mightie reull did bear Eune he of whom heauns maker had decred Such Branches still should Spring as should vp rear That house to such a height as now his seid Ring 's in the North nor can tims aig out weare Their greatnes worth and vell deseruing meid Nor can it be amise for to repeat From South to North what causd them cheange their seat This Lords braue sone in Mars his bloodie feild In spight of thou sands of his armed foes With conquering suord made Atholls er'll to yeild That in dispight of Scotlands King arose And to the English foe became a sheild Till they the secound time procuild new woes For which braue deid his Prince did him declaire Lord of Strathbogis fertill region faire His race ay since oft mixt with Princelie blood In the greate North doth worthelie comand From Bogyis stream too Speyis greart famous flood And famous made their name in manie a land And to their Prince hath done suche seruice good As in the hight of Glorie still they stand So litill springs of fair cleir christall fontains Become greate floods and sueill ore toples montains From thence greate Lords arose whoe 's virteus rate Might well by fames eternall beayes be cround Of whom our cuntreis vriters at so speare That in obliuions floods their deads ar dround Whoe 's worth greate woloms cold not all declare Deseruing well for ay to be renound Yet vriters bleamles ar eas may be seine For of renoune all Scottâ—s hath carles beine Which maks them yet vnto the wordle obscure So thâ—t most parte of Europe doeth not know them Altho their woorthie actions might procure Our all the Earth in glorie for to shou them What Homers paines can make their name indure Prais them aliue lett death quite ouerthrow them They scorne their wealth should â—herish learning treâ— And after death to look for paiment deu But soft my Muise faint not for all they paine This famelie doth for the worlde prepare A youth who seiks too waish away that staine From this greate hous with Magnanimious care Whoe 's Martiall heart heauen neuer framd in vaine Like to his valiant Syres that might compare With fortuns knight for happie succes still So fortune shall his braue desings furth fill O this is he that most one day propine Me with the flowing subiect of my song Vpon whoe 's brou such glorie greate shall shine O Muise my zeall inflame with furie strong His cheracter to paint with tinktor fine Transparent neate and cleir my laies among All mistereis thou know is beneath the skies Then lead me in whear his rare fortunes lies What is he then O bodlie may thou say In his ritch Soull all faculties inshrind Whoe 's sweitt complexion beares a mutuall suay Of all the elements in peace conioind With such a loue and fraudles sâ—â—pathie As all commands yet all obeis the mind His temper fine doeth moddell furth aparte The rare ingine of nature heaune and arte Time shall not cheange his purpose soleid ground His course no course shall let or bear awry Fortune in chains his fortitude hath bound Nor Iudgements sharpest cleir and subtill eie Can pry wher danger once his heart shall wound His matchles mind is Eleuat so hie Yea Nature of her Treasure Wealth and Store Giues him the key and lets him opp the dore But o how am I thus with pleasure led Amide the wildernes of his perfection Where hauing thousand sondrie waies to tred My self may lose my self without derection From such a laborinth I most be fred To hold my wandering wits in some subiâ—ction Their wher thow left deir Muse retourne in haist When Gordons Prince him in the North had plac'd He did not leue by south his seatt so beare But of a younger brother is discended From that same Stook a race whoe 's virteus rare Hath worthie still bein iudg'd to be comended But pardon me that stands for to declare The race of which I not so much intended Yet if I bring more from obliuions brink What reasone i st they should in Lethe sink This Huntlâ—es Lord greate Gordone with him broght A thousand horsmen clade in glistring arms All these cast of the English yock and soght After the dreadfull sound of warrs allarms From Huntlie and long Gordone some all thoght The Mers obeid and feard