a fair and ritche rewaird When pitche clouds then muffills vp the skies With thrittie and his guide the count repaird Hard to the rock and mounting doth arise A thousand faddoms height without regaird For fearfull danger could them noght with hold Vnder the wall at last they rest them wold When straight aboue them doth the watche repare And our the wall one throus a mightie stone The which a corner of the crag did beare Hard by them els they died had eurie one Flie trautors flie quod one I fie you their But with her dreadfull waill blak night allone Had couerd them by heauins heighe prouidence Els with a thoght ther sowlls hade pairted thence The watche that hears not seis nothing depairts When to the wall they sett their ledder straight And Frances first assends that knew these pairts Sir Andro Gray was nixt a valiaunt knight Then mounts the erlle when with curagious hearts The watch returns that now had got a sight Of them and treassone treasone loudlie cryes Wheir with they all awaekd in arms aryse Then thâ—t braue Loâ—d and his two knights persew The watche with such vndanted curage stout That all of them they quiklie ouerthrew When all the armed garesone cums out The Scotts or then got vp all doth renew A deadlie fight whill Blood flow'd round about Their bloodie swords oft gius a glomeing light Still made more fearfull by the dreadfull night Greate was the Number of the English foe But many hearts were ceas'd with soddant feare And yet their Captane did greate valor sho With whome as yet them selfs they brauelle beare A hardie Scot doth to the Captane go That Setone hight a knight that knew no feare Graue wise and old whoe 's counsall's stayd effâ—ct The worthie Randolph held in greate respectâ— Thrie sones he hade that with him self furth speids And when he seis the Captans murdring Ire My sones quod he let this bold knights braue deads Be bellowes for to kindle angers fire Perrells and dangers hard or honors seads Fame worthie prase to perrells still aspire His tender whelps so leads the Lion old Furth to their pray and whits their curage bold The youths stept foorth and with their hardie father The warrlick Captane furiouslie persew The old knight hits him on the helme but neither His armour pearst he nor his blood forthdrew Whoe nocht affraid but enraged rather His brand with blood of honord aige t'inbrew Quite throu his gentle brest the brand he thrust Whoe 's life and blood both at the wound furth burst The yeoungest sone that seis his father slaine Holds vp his dying sire with both his hands But o poore pitie kindnes o in vaine In vane for help he calls for his demands Ar soone cut of and with them cut in tuaine His arms that links about his Sire like bands Doun fall they both Both bid the rest adew Both kissing die Ah wofull sight to view Two brether now was onlie left a liue And yet tho both aliue both twice were slane In these two deaths yet both against him striue But nather could his furie greate restrane The brest doun to the bowells he doth riue Of one the vthers head he cleft in twane The noise and tumult of this haples fight Broght Randolph for to view this wofull sight He rudlie brak the prease and came in tyme To tak reuenge but too too late to ayd Ah woes me quod he shall you hs fair pryme Be thus distroyd and wisdoms wealth decay'd Whoe durst commit so in humane a cryme Whoe hath so fare from reasons center stray'd He quod the Captane whoe dars seall his deid With thy hot blood and on thy heart dart's feid For rage and wrathe the count could not reply But stronglie thrusts his sword furth him before Quyte throgh his brest the wound he ript t'esspy His cruell heart which his left hand furth tore And wrong furth blood sprinkling on these that ly But neulie dead if this can bak restore Your lius he proous a Pelicane quod he If noght let this appease your Ghosts from me And noght suffeisd with this reuenge at will He wraks vpon the multitude his wrathe Ther Captanis blood suffeisd him not vntill They â—ane in heaps to flie suche crwell deathe Some leaps ye craige some runs out our ye hill These breaks there necks those crushd to dust beneathe So headlong flies a flight of simple dous When from her way the princelie falcon bous Or then night fled to let the lightsome day Vnfold her works of murder death and blood The strength was wune no southeron their did stay Nor saw they anye that their will gaine stood The Gascon Captane that in prison lay The Erlle releasd from bands and seruitude Then fullie was that prophesie perfited Which Candmoirs Sanct-like Queen theirin indyted The Argument A messinger vnto the King doth scho Sad neus that doth incense his wrathfull lre From Roxbrughs tours braue Douglas beats the foe Eduards bold answer Quens hd his brothers fire To view the Englis camp doth Douglas go The Scots obey their Princes Iust desire Iew men they send but valiant fierce and bold Chusde furth of eurie Region vncontrold Caput 15. SCotlands great King that all this tyme had gone From toun to toune from citie strength and tour Throgh fiffe Stratherne Merns Angus one by one And Goureis cars which all vnto his pou'r Did glaidlie yeild and he eune he allone Their natiue Lord was their greate conquerour But he to Fdinbrughe returnd at last Till Isickles his chilling breth furth blast No greater pompe Solempnitie nor glorie Magnificence Praise ritches nor renowne Got Cesar as records the Romane storie When as he made the westerne world bow doune To Rooms proud reull wheirof he might be sorie Nor entred he more brauelie in that â—oune Then oure greate Lord when first he enterd heir Whoe was more lou'd whom all as much did fear Whill heir he stayd admeird feard lou'd of all To him braue Randolph did the Castell yeild Which to the ground he raizd both tour and wall That their his foe agane fould haue no beild And on a day set in his Princelie hall He to his knights and Lords his will reueild When straght a messinger doth to him bring Tydings of Ioy wheirof new trubbles spring The Messinger vpon his face doth fall And sayis great King and my most Gratious Prence All praise be geune to God that doth enstall Vpon oure throne thy worth thy excellence God grant that in thy seid he may recall Thy glorie and resume thy greatnes thence Thy brother Eduard humble greiteth thee And warns the thus of what is past by me Rugleins strong peill is tane by Eduard bold That warrlike toun Dundie by him is winn And also royall Stirling vncontrold Gladlie receau'd his conquring armie Inn But that inpregnable and matchles hold Stirlings strong Castell wold not once begin To heare of peace till
My royall Lord quod he atâ— Berwike strong I stayde til Englands armie came from thence I veiud and walkt their squadrons all among I saue that monarchs greatt magnificence Whoe 's Royall pomp and mightie pouer in watt Surmonts all European Princes farr The number greate of that so mightie host Passeth thrie hundreth thousand as I think They couer all the land from cost to cost They spoylâ— the contreis dry the floods they drink Thither all Europe gatherd is almost And if proud vaunts be deads they scorne to shrink But in a word suck their confussioun is Joue be our aid they shall the Garland miâ— For of the greatest part of all their bands Both horse and fute their disciplein is small They kâ—ip no ranks their captains stil with stands They knou no drum noâ— trumpets sound at all Naiked vn armd their wapins fâ—w commands Onlie the English archers bold and tall All valiant men so weill traind vp in warrs Or pace should raigne from heauin they 'il tear the 〈◊〉 And their is twentie thousand horsmen more That alway on the King him self auait's Earth can no brauer men then these restore The rest of English knoes no war lik feates Nor were they euer vsd to warre before But hope of Lordships rents and heigh estaits Hath broght them furth for all this Kingdome great Is geu'ne and Scotts by thoght distroyed quit And that your grace should not eschaip their hands Two knights vnto that mightie King hath sworne Dead or aliue to bring yow bound in bands T'abid what Death he list impose inscorne Of your new croune which each of them demands In meir disdaine their trophes to adorne Greate Glocester is one as doth apeir Sir Henrie Boem the vther hight I heir They to your brother and my self applyis Greate torments too for out so bloodie mind This said furth from the Princes angrie eics Flea sparks of wrath flams from his face furth shind Praise be to god quod he our enemies He blinded hath and that Kings hautie kind He hardnes still with Pharaos so his shame And fall I wish may glorefie his name Now stronglie were the Scotts encamped their Where Banoghes burne mongst shaddie bankes doeth plaiâ— The Torwood neir within a valley fair And for the battell their they neids wold stay Whill as this worthie Generall did prepair To stoppe their foes least they should find away Them to encompas round which threatning storms Their multitude might easilie performe Wherfore eune their where their great host should stand With ditches deep the plaine he overclâ—d Wherein sharp Staiks were pitâ—d at his command Then cuninglie againe al couered The enemie by this was hard at hand Whoe 's squadrons lairge ouer al the land was spred When their for-front was at the valeis end Their last Battaillon did thrie leâ—gues extend Wherefore the King his matcheles Nepheu sent With him fiue hundreth Martiall men of warr Doune to a way that throu the valey went To sterling castell and would neids debarr That hold of aid yee he would still preuent His foes great slight or strength thus broght from faâ—â— But this his forsight did the sootherne know That would ou'r shoot him self in his oune bow Cliffords braue Lord a bold and warlik knight They sent before the hoist a mille and more With twice four hundreth horsmen swift and light That choos'd from all the armie martchd before Ane other way to Sterling go they right Bruce seis and sends Randolph this chek full sore Thy Garlands cheifest flour is lost this day If those haue past the way wheir thou doest stay They craftilie escheud wher he did ly Nor feard they him nor anie erthly foe But they another secret way wold try And by him were they past er he could kno Yet he his vncles bitter tant doth wey Which stung full deip but he concealls his wo His silence shoes he bears a generous mind That of a Iust reprooff best fruct will find For with his band he follous hastelie And ouerraichst them like a storme of wind They scorne from fewer them themselfs to flie And for to giue them battell turns around One knight ambitious of some victorie That for his valour had bein much renound Before the rest him felf did fare aduance And challengd Randolph for to brek a launce Glaidlie the erlle accepts and furth he goes A strong stiff launce into his hand he bore Swiftlie their steids bore furth these noblle foes Yet their desirs farr swifter came before As Boâ—eas brok from erthin prison bloes Eune from the Toples heights and craggie shore Of Coucasus the clifted rocks a sunder Such furie bring they Earth-resounding vnder Sir Williame Hauecourt hight the English knight Whoe 's speir too weake to harme so strong a foe Beaks on his breist but his stif launce doth light Beneth his curas sklenting vp ward so As from his head of heuines it got a sight His helme then lights vpon the earth belo Furth at his croune the spears point lookt and thence Bears him to earth then breks with violence This deed prouocks the Scotts aduancing light And doth inflame the English all with Ire A shout the Scotts encurage to the fight Of English wrath still silence blous the fire Braue Randolph cairs not fears not all their mightâ— Nor for his men wold stay nor once retire But through the rout he breaks with wondrous forâ— And stronglie bears to earth both men and horse Rudlie both Syds togidder rushith in And blow on blow they giue and wound on wound Death Horror Blood from rank to rank doth rinn Yet nather side wold shrink or lose their ground Whill Scotts thus striue to keip what they had winn And English to repair their lose new found The valiant Bruce was sodainlie assaild With in his camp yet his awin worth preuaild And thus it was the wantgaird of his foe Still marcht two leagues before that mightie host Straight touards him they cume or he culd kno Who sheam'd within his trenchis to be forst But in the plaine him self did quiklie sho Drew foorth his bands in haist no cyme he loft Nor could his foes refrean from fight at all Still as they marcht for battell still they call Yet did the rest of this great armie stay Two leagues from thence encamped one a plaine The King comandit so so they obay The day neir spent to fight war all in waine The wantgard knew not of this new delay Nor with such strength dâ—rs leasie dout remaine One hors and foote they fiftie thousand wer Led by that mightie erlle of Glocester The Scotts broght furth by their braue worthie Prence His cheirful looks did conquests hope restore Encuraging each one to mak defence From band to band he rode the ranks before The English knew him by his countenance A Mass or Brasen staf in hand he bore Whill thus he rode Sir Henrie Beome espi'd-him And to performe his promeis past he
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
At last arryving by a fontane syid Beneath a leavie aged oak he lyes A heartie draught of the cold streame he tryed Which for a daintie maill did him suffice And now his cogitation deeplie weyghed Earthes glorie vane and wordlie fantasies Compairing all beneath heavns syluer boures To cloudes of smook to shaddowes dreames of flowres Thus rap'd with admiration whill he lyes He vewes the starres and all the heavenlie lightes When as he heares a sound pas throughe the skyes Lyik to the noyes of floodes impetuous flightes Or as when fearfull doues in numbers fleis Aer and their winges with noyes them selfes affrightes Suche was this noyes yet nothing he perceaves Nor was there wind to move the trembling leaves A dark gray clowde past furthe o're all the air But nightes pale Qveene cleird all the heavns at last When to him did an old grave man repair Whoe 's head and beard had youthes freshe cullor past A cristal glob his trembling hand vpbeare Where heavne o're earth did move from east to west Their starres and planets shynd most bright and cleâ—â— Which by a sprit was mov'd as might appeare A Spherik glob within hung lyk a ball That figurdrairlie furth the earth and sea Which round about was frie from heavns cleir wall Whose restles course round o're this glob did flie The glassie sea now calme then seemd to swell Where wind-tost shipes with tydes and tempests be Whill Neptunes azurd armes the earth embraceth That cirquits yles and shore from shore vnlaceth Thus with a curious Pinsell th' earth was drawne Heir meidds their floodâ—s heir wodes their moÌ„tanes were Heir tounes their towres with flowrie gardenes showen Heir vines their figges pomgranates Cydrons fair Heir plowemen teill their heards and flokes at knowne Heir Bowres doeth proyne their vines with woÌ„drowes care Their sicklee cutts the corne heir sythes the Hay Heir peace their warrelyke armeis in array Vnto the Prince this aged Syre drew neir Whill chast Diana shynd more fair and bright Cled in a horye mantle white and cleir He seemd devote in prayers to spend the night Leane fleshâ—d his wattrie blood sweld vaines appeir His ghostlie lookes still offerd death his right Whoe pausing long with stedfast staering eyes This salutation did at last devyse Peace be to thee my Lord and Prince sayd he Whom great and mightie Ioue has hir her sent That thow might know his mercies great by me And of thy bad and by past life repent The shame the foyle the losse that falles to thee Is Ioues iust doome because thow gave consent Vnto thy will wrathe vengeance and defyld His sacred house with sinfull blood so vyld Thy Nationes foyle their wrak and their distres Thy countreis shame her woe her desolation Thy subiects lose in care all confortles Whom mightie Ioue has hade in detestation For their great sinnes their faultes their cairlesnes Of his soule feidding word ô wicked Nation That still with folie blindnes pride abuse Did sacred thinges apply to sinnefull vse Their filthie life their lewd lasciuious lust Their walloweing in sensuall delight Threattens a dreadfull storme e're long that must Swellow them vp in their owne sinnes dispight But leave we them and their affliction iust And now behold this day succeding night These burning balles to thee and thyne shall prove Heavns for sight wisdome mercie grace and love This counterfite of those bright orbs behold The earth and sea but heavns of greatest wounder Whose restles course about the poles is rold With contrare motiones their first mobill vnder The firmament with fixed starres vntold Whoe 's various shapes and rare effects we pondre Lynes tropickes circles Zones and Zodiack Wherin Sol doeth the yeirs four seasones make Almightie Joue whoe made heavns wondrous frame Has made manes witt so rairlie excellent That he can vivelie counterfite the same And his great makers worke can represent With heavnlie furie rap'd with sacred flamme Of artles artes invention noght content Of his all working wonders heir below But e'vne the heaunlie mansiones heir must show Lo where the Planets eche his sphere within Keeps time and course with heavnes trew planets all Forcd by their Primomobill for to rinn In twice twelf houres about this earthlyk ball And their owne course they end and they beginne With heauns bright lampes for thus they rise and fall Chast Phebes course iust in a month goes right Now poore then wealthie of her Brothers light Mercure and Venus follows Phebus Teame His tender wings her dows on him depend Whose lead of light and life-reuiuing beame Abowt a yeer his nat'rall course doth end And Marae in twice twelf months resums his game Saturns mild Sone in twelf twelf months rescend Cold horie Saturus leaden coach that rins In threttie years leau 's aff wher he begins All these heavns azure cannabie surrounds Sprinkled with eies spekled with tapers bright Spangled with spangs throw all his boundles Bounds Sowin all with glistring sparks of glansing light Sett with gilt stoods and golden skowchand grounds Powdred with twinkling starrs whoe 's kapring flight Glanseth doun right and with their myld aspects Works in th' inferior bodies strainge effects Those sparking Diamonds this ritche vaill contains Whoe 's number numberles ar past account Hath twalf that biasway's ouerthwart her lains With pourfull virtue decks her gloriousfront And those at signes wheirin the Planets reignes Whill they discend or rise or fall or mount For they pertake in their swift revolution From echo of those strenth virtue force motion Beside all those about the Polls yow sre Figurs of what almost in earth is found For the all-knawing-minde of maiestie Before he fram'd this ritche embrowdred round The plot in his Idea seemd to be And forme of all his future works profound Thus wirking in his spreit divin'lie rare Long ere the world was made the world was their Vnfolding then that ritche and glorious Tent He portrayd with a Pinsell most divine Vpon the all enlightning firmament Those tabr's of his future works in fine Wheir lo behold thy braue most brave discent That Sollie in the letter aige sall shine Bearing Christs standerd and his Churche defending Bounding their Empire with the worlds ending Eathniks not knowing God al provident Haue names of eathniks to these forms assign'd But lett it thee suffice and be content That I heirin vnfold what Iove design'd By these bright Pontraits portreyd in the Tent Of azur gilded heavins Pavilion sign'd By his owne hand and for him self their mark it Forew'r Immortaleisd for heavin Imbark-it Greate Architector of this wondrous frame Raise vp my Spreit to thy celestiall Throne Let my poore soule contemplat in the flame Of thy all dazling beautie wheir allone Thy glorious beams reflecting may ou'r quhelme My waikned sight and more then Sun-like shone On my poore soules all darkned Cinthi'as eyes Mak her to earth ecclipst cleir toward skyes Wheir with the Prophets face began to
Shine Hee suddanlie with Sacred furie glows His Soule cleiv's throw the ten fold orbs in fine And from sole Maiesteis bright Glorie drow's Her all celestial Sacred food divine A Sun like brightnes on his forehead grow's A schining luster from his eies furth sent A firie glance of goldlyke Blandishment First thow said hee the Rampand Lion tyis Wha wandering from his Den goes farre a stray Intrap'd in snaires and foraigne subtilteis Whoe erst subdew'd all prays becums a pray To craftie subtill Foes yet doth arise With glorious Triumph to their greate decay And hee whoe scornd a strainger sould command Now yeelds his Neck to thy victorious hand Heir saillis the Schip wheirin thy young Sone sitts Slyceing the vaus of Azur trembling plains And wafts into a forren land that fitts For greennish youth wheir all delight Remains Whill heir sterne warrs remorsles furie fretts And tears oure Bowells a shunder strip's oure vaint Yet this blist bark oure Jason brings from Greece And of sweit Peace brings home the Golden Fleece But lo heir cums the loftie coach-man doune That after him draw's furth suche lamps of light Such Jems such Pearels and Jewells for the crune Such Ornaments such onlie rare delight That Sun like schyns with evir blest renowne And all from Po to Gangis feiris their might Yea and him self his chairge so weil discharges Earths sole Impire Joue for his Seed enlarges Then cums â—hat holie Prince Graue wise and old That for his children murning still laments Whoe 's spotles life heirby the Swans foretold His thoghts and looks the Eagill still presents For lo his Eies bent vpwards still behold Fixt on his Phebus the one trine Essence Hee for his children plains to Ioue abowe Whoe shall regaird his looks his life his love Heir cums that Prince of wrongfull Boundage frie Who that myld Virgin iustice did releace From that wild Monster raiging Tirannie And sett her frie to all his happie race Hee rewels the land with laues and equitie In Whoe 's blist regue flous knawlege welth and Grace Of Iustice in his hand hee holds the heid Whois splender striks all malefactors deid Heir monted doth that valiant Prince advance Whoe 's heavin-wrocht lance his enemies ov'rthrouis In whome shal schine pure virtues radiance Rais'd vp on hie by Ioue gainst all his foes The ravening wolf hee foilles with Temperance And the trew Path to treew Religion shois Moueing his subiects hearts their minds and all Greate Ioue to feare and on his name to call Now in thy time quod he shall heir arriue A worthie knight that from his natiue land Shall flie becaus he brauelie shall deprive In glorius fight a knight that shall with stand Thy Praises deu whill he doth thee descriue Yea ewin this knight shall with victorious hand Come heir whoe 's name his Seid shill eternize And still they virteus line shall sympathize From this great man shall one far greater spring Whom fortune fair and fate shall stil attend Bellona fearce and Venus myld shall bring Laurells from Mars but to greate loue shill send A Garland ritche sprung from this worrthie King Whose royall Stem vnto the endles end Of his greate line their Tempels sall adorne With neuer setting ever rysing morne For lo the Daughter of this worthie * Prince Sall wed this knight thts Lord of heigh renowne Whose hight whose greatnes and whose excellence Whose Schulders seims ane Atlas to the crowne Of him shall come that mightie Lord whoe thence Shall go and proud rebellious Danes beat doun He to obey his Princes great commaud Shall tak this bold and wightie chairge in hand An Armie and a Nauie he shall bring ou're thetis glassie montans groundles Deip Vnder his wings that disin throned King Shall go whose crowne rebellious Danes still keip Ou're all these northern worlds his name sall ring Terror in Eurie Ear whill he doeth steip His sword in their most valiant Princes blood Whose might his all-commanding will gane stood And to his wounted height that King shall raise And Inthroneize him in dispight of foes With fame With glorie and with endles praise He shall returne vnto his land but lose When he hath spent in honors height his dayes Fauord by heau'ne fred from vntimlie Woes Of him discending shal a Greater ryise And lift his Glorie farr aboue the Skyis He shall this land Gouerne Protect defend â—rom forangne force from home-bred Ciuill broille And the Emperiall swey shall swet lie bend Whill the right heyre is Yung in these great toille Eune the most christian king sall seu in end For his greate freindschip and his favor whills To Dignitie aloft he shall him rear Thus sall his greatnes schyn both heir and their Nor yet this Prince allone shall be the last That shall surmount his Predicessors farr But this great famelie shall spred so fast As England shall in'uy that such a Starr Schot from their sphere hath their cleir lichts surpast And like a comet blazing blood and warr Streams furth their beams that eche wheir purge from error And warmis their freinds but burns their foes with terrâ—â— This famous line shall floorish more and more Greate Columns faire rare Pillars of the crowne Ritche ornaments that shall the land decore Sune-glistring-lights with euer blisd renowne Heaune blazing lamps whoe 's flame from virtues storâ— Brings oill wheirin they hell-bred Hydras drowne But leave we them and of thy royall race Show heavins-rare blessings greatnes hightâ— grace Then comes that Serpent berar furth in view In base borne venamous blood to much delighted Our all the land their poysoned goir they spew And all his weill borne subjects much affrighted Wheirof greate harme greate vengance doth ensew For those foull Beasts of eche so much dispighted Shall be the caus of this greate Princes fall Their Poison so infects heart minde and all And Archer like the nixt doth martche on foot Amidst his armie rashlie to persew His craftie fo'es whill his brave minde to stout Shall scorne the Counsal of his subjects trew Their shall vnwars this war-like Prince no dout Be lost whoe 's want thow Scotland long shall rew For lo too soone his sone of glorie Bright Is chok'd with mists of feats vntimelie Night And heir behold that Magnanimious King Most iust in peace most valorus in warr his royall Scepter bravelie managing Whoe 's glorious fame shall pears all Europs ear From him fair Beuteis faerest floure shill spring Whom heir you sie sett in a royall chear And their her dangling golden locks intreyld Much these have blist her but much more her child The Argument The south and North crownes ioynd by that great King Who of all Kinges hea'uns blissinges most embrace His works his witt heauens care him saâ—f to bring To happie and his two rair impes of grace In whom hess bles'd more then in anye thing By warr the youngest
assignes great empires for his lot Heir doth he marche in arms to warr Inclind Ou'r Danub Neill Euphrates Ganges hote And treds on all as on that fearfull here Gainst his victorious Arms that dars prepare Heat his royall fathers heigh command This greate and weghtie chairge shall vnder go For dred reuenge with warts hote burning brand Send from that angrie Monarchs breâ—st shall thro A thundering tempest our all sea and land With schame lose foyle blood ruin wrak and wo For why his waiting slaues ar warr and death T'unbind his browes knit vp in cloudes of wrathe To whoe 's braue sone thus sent the lord hath granted If hee his thoghts hoord in that heauenlie place With him and his hee sure hes couenanted To pour ane Ocean of his plenteous grace Nor his greate Syrs dominions shal be wanted But all from fertill Jnde to Occades All shal be his and his victorious hand Ou'r sea and earth all nations shall command And lo that dreadfull Serpent scourge of earth Whoe 's pride aloft him to the heavns doth rear Shall yeeld to his all-conquering arme whoe 's worthâ— From his prowd head this Diadem shall tear And Ioyne it to his oune by right of Birth Then to his sauiours sacred tomb shall bear This glorious standart this triumphant Signe Of sinn of death of hells great tameing King Nature and all her train on him attend Putting the golden key Into his hand Of earth and seas ritche treasure to the end That all obey and he may all command Ceare wisdome foirsicht virtue to him send Fortun fast bound with many thousand band Loue Beautie youth striue to adorne him more Then virtue grace and wisdoms plenteous store The tuelf greate Labors of that antick Lord Was Iustlie praisd and magnifeit allone Yet much more worth to him sall be restord Then Men beasts monsters conquerd one by one Wheir onlie strength noght witt did aide afford Ou'r murdred beasts his glorie shall not shone But Kings subdew't and mightie nations strong Shall to his fame and endles praise belong This Prince shall always feill heauins gratious loue And happie fortuns shall consort him still Proud conquering Mars still by his side shall moue Fair victorie shall eu'r obey his will His infancie she nwrsing shall remoue To noble hoppes and his strong yeers furthfill With statlie Trophes and his aige with balms With crouns with Lawrells and triumphant palme The boundles sea shall seeme to him a brook Heaun threatning Alps shall seime ane easie way Two horned Po shall his proud streams rebook Beholding his victorious armie stay His glassie Cave he leaus and cums to look Wheir as a thousand cisterns eu'rie day To pay their endles siluer tribute hyis whichtil that time did newer view the skyis The aiged flood cums grauelie from his cell Doun from his head hings dangling siluer tressis From eu'rie hair a christall spring doth fall Ay when he sweats a roaring Steams foorrh praissis Eche sigh raise vp a wane eche groan foretell A fearfull inundation following passes His vrinkled Brou's a pearly dew distelleth His greennishe eis with endles tears still filleth The Nimphs with daunsing round about him trips Aganes the Sonne their azure mantils shone From vaue to vaue the wanton faries skips Whole scoolls of fishe heir swims their leaps anone Their watrie Lord with Ice cold schivering lips Thus chyds his streams you foolish streams allone Ah will you thus heauns champion ganestand When sea and Earth obeis his conquiring hand Proud brooke be calme abate thy raging torrent Gainst him whome Ioue hath loude lift not thy horne Rol smothe youe waues lash not your swelling current Furth at his glorious fleet which should be borne On youre smooth backe but dance an easie currant With me your aged flood with years not worne Till his victorious armie march before Their glistring ensing's on our eastern shore His fear'd renoune like thundring cannons roars In eche mans ears through all lands touns and tours And tempest like it beitts the baltike shoars Clouds of his wrathe in haills scharp stormie shours Tumbling throgh mightie winds aloft still soar's At whoe 's dreid sound all nat'ions sadlie lour's And ou'r all lands it fleis at last it falls And beats doun bulwarks touns tours gates and walls This valorous Prince wise cumlie fair and neaâ— In eurie thing him self shall bravelie bear His Enemeis he shall no sooner threat Than hee shall ouer throw with schame and fear The terror of his name sall tyrannes beat Doun from their throns who yeelds before he warre For Joue noght geu's him sparinglie good hap But alway pours doun plentie in his lap Thus thy greate house thy race thy of spring faire Vnbred vnborne all those and mor 's enrold On heauens brasse leafes by the almighteis cair For all ensuing aiges to behold Be thankfull serue loue Praise his merce is rare That in heauins birth did frost their Births vnfold So thy blisd race shal be more blessed still Nor time nor age thy blesse'd Seid shall kill And thou deir Countrie with all Grace contented That heau'ne on fertill Earth can thee afford Let not thy mind with pride be once atteinted For those great blessings of thy greatious Lord. Let not fair â—ates approch be so prevented And Blise Once geuin with shame soone bak restoerd But O allace heir my poore Soule doth faint O then I fear a thankfull mynd thou's want Which if thou doe th'almighte's smyles shall turne To hote consumeing wrathe and coales of fire That shall thy intrealls all thy bouells burne Thou's feill his iust sad wrathe and dreadfull ire For which thy maids and hearmles babes shall murns Nor shall thy Plagues watre famien death retire â—ill thow be wallouing in a crimsone flood And dround almost in thy oune guiltie blood Greate Ioue shall send straunge Nations farr and neir Within thy natiue land thee to distroy Earths farrest ends thy widowes plaints shal heare Wheir weiping aer thy mornings shall convoy From Pole to Pole beneath heavins volts so cleir Echo shall sadlie soond thy sad annoy Annoy cuts his discours thus wofull harted Wheir with the Prophetizing spreit departed Long time he silent stood at last againe He thus began braue Prince in time bewarr Lest when the croune thou freilie shalt obtaine Thou let not sinn and vice creip in so farr That Joue his endles Blessings he refraine And thee and thyne with endles vengeaunce mars Which if thou doe not than thou heir hast sene What hath for thee and thine prepared bene Thus said the Prophet whill the Prince reioisd Those of his royall of spring thus to sie In heauins so framde by Ioue so weill disposede And rendring thanks to his greate majestie Eune then a vow hee on him self impoisd His Kingdome once at peace his crowne made frie Hee with ane armie great Christs tomb wold view
heir on you attend Those shall with you home to your counttie wend. And in the light swift sailling Bairge yow may Be out of reache or these oure foes cum neir But this is it I will you to obey Which of your heauins sworne oath sall mak you cleiâ— That presentlie you tak without delay Braue murray for your Knight and husband deit Tho I my self yow to my self could wish If to my taste were tyed no other dish Let him your chest and spotles hart receaue Him self and his trew loue deserus no les And so your sisters hee and you shall leaue Ws to oure fate whill his greate worthines With these your knights shall you from daunger saue God grant in wealth ease honor you incres Wheir with good Murray efter thanks reply'd Not so braue sit I will with you abyd Till this sharp threatning storme be our bloune Orels I surlie were to much to blame Yea and the like goodwill the rest hath shoune But none wold he accept nor none wold name Except braue Boyd in fates of arms weill knowne And with him ten bold fearles full of fame But eue thus gone proud loue must neids obey She deis for greif braue Murray murnes for ay Our gallant Earli the sight abids by sea And verye long in fearfull hazard stands At last he winns and Sinks one of the thrie And mightelie the vther two demands To yeild till both in end at forc'd to flie By the approache furth from the western lands Of one new fleit eu'ne quikle riggid forth By Bruce that famous Prince and full of worth Whoe glad was Douglas thus againe to find Whose lose with wondrous care he oft lamented All what the Prophet had to him divind He told him there whoe therof much contented Praisis almightie Ioue with thankfull mynd Now that their foes might quicklie be preuented The King his armie their wold set on shore Wheir persie reul't and hee was Lord before Two tyms heauns glorious golden Post had past Mesuring the boundles bounds of all the skie When Auster to the shore their fleit had chast With cheirfull shoutes eche one a land did flie With thundring founds of Trumpets interâ—aist They rear aloft the royall standart hy Wheir as the princelie Lion in his Iaus Wold fo's intombe assunder torne with Paus. Their Tents they Pitch doun in a pleasant plaine Whill their glade rumor throgh the land aroise Freshe troups from eche pairt to them fleis amaine All wishd to shak ye yok of their proud foes Braue Eduard hear's his brother's come againe To him he with a gallant troup forth goes This dantles Prince so fearce was and so bold He thretning Fortun by the hair did hold Now oure great King a Nece had neir hand by A Ladie full of wisdome wealth and worth Who marchis to the Camp Maiestiklie To view her Royall Cusing cam she forth And with her broght a gallant companie In Arms dreid Mars the Lord was of their birth Into his Warrs those knights she did conuoy Hee thanks her her he intertains with Ioy She vnto him those sad misfortouns told That by mischance had chanc'd since he departed How his fair Queene to his proud foe was sold His brother Neill and Mares greate Earll had smarted Kindrimme also woon and how that hold By filthie treasone brint was she imparted And how his greatest foe King Eduart dyit Whoe 's sone young Eduard now his place supplyit Throgh all the Camp these rumors sadlie goes Of these misfortouns that eche one abased For all doth ade these new mislucks to thoes That had so much before their fames defaced Their Prince that seis their curage now they lose And for trew worth hade frantik fear embraced Causd bring them all before his royall throne And wiselie thus encorag'd eurie one Braue gallant freinds with mee that haue remaind Against so many fearfull dangers past So many painfull trauells that sustaind Nor from your necks my yock for want wold caft Of hunger thrist and lose you neu'r complaind Nor nothing could your noble mynds agast Thogh fortune thus hath smyld vpon our foes Shall we of feare and not of fame make chois No no the Lord forbid we should refuse This warr so iust wheirto we all ar borne Tho conquest with our foes soe long doth vse And our poore wofull cuntrie seimes forlorne It is not destenie but Sinns abuse Not man but God that hath oure cuntrie torne That wee may euill and sin and pride reiect And with repentance murne for our defecte Yea if wee do with sad repentaunce murne No doubt but his sweit merceis he'el extend His loue and fauor bak he will returne So hard beginings haue an happie end Our foes hee will consume distroy and burne To cruell them hee this rewerd shal send That when wee haue triumphd on their decay Them selfs shall be vnto them selfs a pray Thus endit his Prophetik speach devine Which breathing life in their dead hope they leiue His countenance with lightning seimd to shine From his bright looks did courage them reuiue And humbled all befoir Joues sacred shrine With fasts and Prayr these starrie walls they cleiue Before the Lord them selfs they humblie lay With brokin hearts and weiping soules they pray The King and all his Princes of estate Of Godlines and faith ensampills be With fasting publike prayr and sins regrait The one eternall euerlasting thâ—ie They do beseich to Pardon them ingrait And vieu with mercie this their miserie Thus they inuoek and from the I ord aboue On them discends grace mercie conquest loue Now whill they broght their solemm fast to end And holie vous vnto the lord had made To turnberry their haistie course they bend It wold â—hey first besige and first invade Which toun the warlick Perse did defend Within the castell strong him self abade By warlick bruce inuirond so about That noght but feare getts in and curage out So suddantlie so vnawars They came That they no time had left vnto them so Their towne to victuall or their strenghts to frame Them to defend or to offend their foe No rolling forc no Ingine nor no ram Oure Gallants soght the walls to overthro By force hee enters at the first essay And to his armie giu's it as a prey But still the Persie did the castell hold Built on a rock impregnalbe it stands Thrice feirslie he assaults and thrise the bold Northumbrean beats bak his valiant bands At last the warlik Persie yeild it wold For want of victalls in the Prince his hands Not mou'd forsd feard by Gold by strength nor terror want breeds his faultlesse fault his guilteles error This worthie Prince his armie heir wold rest Wereit with trauell both by sea and land His foes disigns to vieu he thinks it best Which charge he putts unto the Douglas hand For this attempt him self he soone addrest With him twise twelf hid dangers to withstand And furth they went the Contreie for
the valeyis round about By chance shall sie fair natours quein cum thear That Daphne doth surpas and al the â—out Of virgins queenes or shephards knowne of ear Whom folowing long at last shall find his out And wedd the dame who onto him shall bear Fine Virgine dames nay greaces fiue for lo The wordle shall not their match in beautie sho Yea this rare beautie past compare shall bee Nor longs to one but in them all it duelleth Eune all in colour neitnes decensie Preportion and the minds rare gistis excelleth Nor shall it spend nor weist nor fead nor die But too all times a quintisence distelleth For lo their seid shall in this land be borne As stonis to ringis or starrs that heaune adorne And from their sire both sanctified and seag Cold wise and bold with heastie wroth not brunt Adornt with wertue both in youth and aige Whom heaune decres with honoures height to munt Shall likuayis spring that youth whom forteouns reage One swelling theetis shining back doth hunt Till angrie Neptuns furie bursteth forth And swallous vp that treasur hous of worth O but his sone is Mars and Phebus knight For valour corrage wit and beutie store The foggie mistes of ignorantes dark night He cleres to knowleg day he ops the doore Eu'ne as a lanterne from a toures proud height Shoues the seas port for shipes to win the shore So his cleir lamp of judgment showes the vay For dark grose wites to land in vertues beay The actiue boldnes by his spreit refind Produce resistles actiouns stronglie Knut The quick vivasitie that meltes his mind In streames of eloquence ou're flous his with And yet so much to courtessie inclind That humble mildnes on his broue doeth sit Which tempers passioune still with facultie And makes a simphatheising hermonie For lo his soules reare faculteis devine Is so cut furth on his humaine perfectioune Yat in his lowkes heigh maiestie doeth shine By modestie held in so sweit subiectioune As alvay holdes a meane nor doeth dicline To simple mildnes or to proud infectioune Thus descentie stells furth with euerie glance And freames a persing amorouss countinance Which breeds respectiue reuerance with dilyt In euerie heart whois eyis doeth him behold With admiratioune and amezment gryt That streans a sweit obedience on controld But now I feare if I the rest indyt To cloy your ears with my discours to bold Yet quod the captain I would glaidlie kno If still that name produice such fruits or no. O still quod he and shall be still increst For both thoes mightie famaleis proceides To honoures great whear of they at posest Mounting aloft with heigh and glorious deades And this lordes sone whill he would say the rest A sudden tumult their amezment breides Ou'r all the land great clamoures they might heir Which did forshow sum deanger to droue neir Wherwith they leap to earmes the captain cryes For all the Garisone in armes to be When lo hard by the castell he aspyes Weer driu'n great heardes of cattell hestilie This was the conquering knight that doeth deuyis How he that countray might of thraldome frie And neids would treane the captain from his hold Whoe 's strenth he would assay with currag bold But this his purpoiss greatlie doeth with stand They hardlie could be broght vnto the feild Wheirfor he takes this Stratagem in hand To treane theame out to feght to flie or yeild A wooddie pleane neir Sandie Landes he fand Whoe 's vmbrage seemd from Phebus heat to sheild On eche syd grew the Treeis so bushie thick It seem'd that Nature freamd it for a trick Thither the Erlle by night his troups forth gwids Wheir eche lyis closlie quiet whist and still His wantcuriours in haâ—st he thus prowyds To bring their heards of cattell from the hill And those that neirrest to the tour abids Those driue they hence whill as the heard men fill The air with schricks the land with loud allarms Wheir with proud Thir swall cled in glorious arms With all his Garesone addrest for warre Isht foorth in haist for to returne the pray And followed haiuing nether dout nor feare Till they were past the Ambush fare away Then these that fled returnd their swords they reare Aloft their sheilds before their strong arms stay Their blous they beare they pushe strik stab and kill Th' amased foe who yet resisted still Till at their baks a suddant storme a rose Whoe 's horrid noyss doth mak them all to quailâ— And with their force their furie and their blois Their brokin rancks begins to faint and shaik The first rank bakward on the second gois The second on the third the third doth brak Crusht by the fourt and fift and at eâ—he end They leap furth scattring heir and their they bend So doe the cluds disperst from East to West In ranks and roues that hing cleir white and fair When as the Northerne and the Southerne blast Foorth from their caues breaks throu the trubled aer Rank gainst a rank cloud gainst a cloud they cast Till in a heap confoosd at last they rear And burst asunder crush'd with furious bloes Scattred in drops fleis from betwene their foes Thâ—â—iswall their deid beneath the Douglas sword Of all his men but nintie went away Who in the Castell got from thence they pourd Dairts quarreis Stones like haill without delay The Erllâ— reuerd his band when they were tourd And from his Prince no longer wold he stay Gainst whom he hard an armie was prepaird Of which in tyme to show him he repaird The Argument Whill Fortune houeres doutfull of hir châ—'s Nor peace nor warre on ether syd displays Hard fait anon prepaireth greatter voes Great diss forsies that Ioue the Scots wil reaise To former height and furth his feinds he throwes Who temps the Scots they leaue the Bruce whoe 's praise Augmentes whill vnawarrs his foe assailles His wittie flight his valour twyse prevailes Caput 10. THe Prince of Darknes now long tyme reiofd Of Gods great wrath amoÌ„g his childreÌ„ throun Whoe 's foull offences had his fauor los'd Fearing if they repent that Grace were shoune A thousand Ills into his mynd he tost Wheir with to tempt them yet to heauins vnknoune Thus wyldlie Staird he when he muisd allone Whill as he sitts on his Infernall Throne And now resoluing to his work he falls And with a dreadfull greislie countenance The curst and haitfull Fureis vp he calls The Mounsters trembling gius obedience Their poisond Gorgis all with Venome swalls Enflamd with his reid Eies hote flaming glance Whill his strong breath furth from his ratling throâ— A noyse like to a fearfull tempest shot Which made the Earth to quaik and deafned hell Thus vnderstood they this confused Sound Yow malice proud and yow inuy that dwell Amid oure firie Regious vnder ground Haist vp and with infecting breath expell All peace and let no ametie be
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
drunk too much And some with cards and some with dice wer led Some lasie lubbards quafd carrousis deip Till eurie drink began an endles sleep Whill thus they ly thois warreours enter in Too strik Iustitiars for to pairt the fray The wine and blood both foorth togidder rin From bak from brest or side eu'ne as they lay Half words confoosd their hollow throts within Made billowing nois their blood their breath did stay Someâ—ise to strik some op's their mouth to chide Those fall and these with blood chokt gasing diede Thus whill eche sword dislodg'd a hundreth liues Braue Bruce made knowne his rancour wrath and ire Squadrons he killâ— cuts cords and tents he riu's And for reuenge enflam'd with hote desire To ouerthrou them all alone he strius To kill the men and set the camp on fire And foreward still allone he Murthring goes giuing more deaths then wounds more wounds then bloeâ— But as a hungrie Lion for his foode Kills thousand beasts mo then he can deuore So thou stout Edward doth their liues seclude Whom thy braue Brothers haist had past before And tredding proudlie on the multitude Thou seemest sad becaus thou findst no more Whereon to exerceis thy valor so Wishing eche trunk could raise a stronger foe Now at an vther Parte doth enter in The conquering knight that dreidful slaughter makâ— So from the west the drying winds begin To cleir heauins cloudie front and stronglie braks The spoungie bann exhal'd vp by the Sunne Furth of the Germane laik which Aâ—oll taks Vpone his wings and mousters sorth in hosts Wheir with he threats to droun the northern costs Eu'ne so this campioun dâ—iueth bak by force The multitude of armed Squadrons strong His warlik wepon kill 's without remorse His eies such firie splendor dairts along As burns their hearts but fear concealls their lose All turning baks forget to venge their wrong And cairles of their shame their fame their fall They lose their liues their honor hope and all And he that to gainestand will proue so bold As not to flie but brauelie beare it out Soone lyis he breathles tumbling on the mold Which in the rest conferms their fear and doubt Thus foreward none his furie can with hold Till with his Lord he meits wheir all the rout Assembled were and weareid nou with killing The souldiers disperst the tents were pilling But Scots greate king who saw them cairles care More for their gaine then conquest to prolong Causd sound retreat least some neu force repare And bring the conquest backe with shame and wrong By this the English Generall did prepare Of armed knights aboue fiue thousand strong But this braue Lord in time reteird his crew Whill as they had no lust for to persew The worthie Bruce thus haueing payd his foe Of that disgrace which he had lait receau'd He was both lou'd and fear'd and hatit so As the iust worth of his greate deids had crau'd Yea Englands warlick Generall thoght in woe Extold him much when he his worth perceau'd Swearing by Joue that heauins decred to raise him And in the midst of hate was forcd to praise him Wheirfore he breaketh vp his camp that night Letting his Soldiers to their home reteire The mightie Scot to Carrick marcheth right And soiorns their the deade time of the yeare Wheir noght befell him worthie to reciet Saif once he went a hunting of the Deare For their hee thoght no foes could harme afford Since all that land obeyd him as their Lord. Now being much delighted with that sport His warlik knights were neir about him still One day vnto an forrest they resort The hart and hind with Grewhounds for to kill And he allone stai'd in a priuat sort With two swift hounds aboue them on a hill Till all the rest were scattred farr and niere Rousing the woods to bring him in the deere While here he staied three men he did espie Come from the wood with awfull countenance Each bends a bowe and thus doth him defie To venge the Cumings blood is our pretence Braue Sirs quod he then first I praie you trie Me with your swords if I can make defence Thrie one to kill so farre were endles shame So Cowards fight the ualiant hates such game At these his words their bows awaie they threw And with their swoords they sharply him assaile His hounds he loos'd his sword he quickly drew And many bloes on either hand they deale The hounds that sie such foes their Lord persue One by the gorge vnto the ground they haile One of the other two by this he kil'd Then kills him whom the hounds at ground still hild The third who fears such guerdon for to trie Staied not but soon betakes himselfe to flight Whom when these Heauen-ordained hounds espie They follow both with kien and aufull might And in a Trace they force him by and by Most furiouslie vpon the ground to light Their Lord at last from them did him reswme And striklie giv's him his deserved doome When all his knights returnd they wondring view How heavens their Prince from danger had preserv'd To God they gaue greate thanks and Praises dew Reioysing that so braue a Lord they serv'd This did his fame throu all the land renew All wish'd him now what his great worth deserv'd Who skap'd so many Dangers they conclude Must be reserved for a greater goode The Argument FIrst at Gâ—entrâ—ll doth Scotts renowned Prince Get victorie aboue the English foe Douglas at Ederfoord with valiaunce By fourtie doth a thousand overthro Then Pembrok Sews for Battell with pretence To frie the land from longer warr and so 〈◊〉 Lowdon-hill he brings an armie fare But vanquist Fleis the land in greate Dispare Caput 12. WHen in his goolden carroish Sol returns From Zenith bake into the northern starr The Ram growne proud with am'rous heat so burne That with his horns he seimis too make him warr Hils turns in tearis their milk whit Robs and murns To se them selfs so strip'd by Sol afarr Who too redresse that wrong is quicklie seen For ermins poore to cloith them all in green The Gardens pranckt with rosie buds still spring Whill Flora dalleis in her flowire bed Whom Zepheir Cowrts and swit to her doth sing Wiping away the Tears Aurora sched Whoe 's shril sweit notts throu all the sorreâ—â—s ring When Meids with grase and woods with Leavs ar cled So that the spring thus following Phebus treace Made ewre thing to look with cheirfull face When Bruce Scotts hope their confort and their Ioy With all his knights doth too the feilds repeare Stout hardie Eduard feirles of Annoy And fortuns knight braue Douglas al 's wes there Whom victorie did sewintie tyms convoy Crownd with the Garlands of her golden hare And many mo all knights of highe renowne Pillars of State and Pearles vnto the Crowne Thrice nyntie knights their number were at most All marcheing furth with cheirfnll Countenance Whoe 's
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
peace and wrakfull foes restraine who did so much by valor witt and Grace Jedbrughe and Etrik Foerests fertill plaine With ceasles warr he forst to timlie peace And Douglas tour which Clifford had againe Boolded mand his conquest did incres The Garesone and captane both he slew The Tours vnto the ground he ouerthrew Strife Discord Warr now in the north did wyve A bloodie Wob with hate Reuenge and fear Most mightie mindit Bruce wold neids depriue His foes of strenth eu'ne wheir they reull did beare To his most royall camp their did arriue A gallant troup of youths addrest for warre The bold Lord Fraser led this gallant crew His cowsing deir and to him alwaies trew But whither change of soyle or change of air Or climats cold or rat her heauins decree Has bene the caus but earths best campioun their Feseik into an feitfull Lithergie For which the soldeors made such dooful care That raige with sorrow throu the camp did flie All rose in factiouns non regeardith reasone Ech vther wrongfullie accusd of treasone Some Lennox Erle some Edward did accuse Some Fraser vthers Boyd and vthers Hay Sum say that his Phisitioun did infuse Poison in drogs nor wold they thus delay But headlongs led with furious loue wold vse A strange reuenge All wold they kill and slay This tumult rose to such a fearfull hight That noght but drums trumpets hear yow might Thus whill they stand them selfs for to distroy With blood to glut reuenge suspected wrong Buchans bold Erle and Brechens Lord conuoy Eu'ne in their sight an Aarmie great and strong Who haueing knowledge of their strife did ioy To sie the time which they expected long Yea this one day had made a wofull end Of all but Joue from heaune some help did send Not vnto health but vnto speich the King Was at that instant wondrouslie restorde His Lords praise God and furth they did him bring Whoe 's eies bent vpuard first heauins aid implorde A purpell Rob about him wreth'd doth hing A croun not him but he a croune decord His sceptered hand proud maiestie doth threat Borne by four Lords vp in a Royall seat His couquering hand his scepter shakes allone Thus he to all the armie shouis his face Wheir maiesties cleir lamp of Glorie shone Then with I know not what a heunelie grace A Mars like voice ane Angells shaip put one First softlie to him self he groand allace He lookt his looks mou'd all with staitlie feare Silence fleu fuith and seis'd on euerie eare What words be these we hear what threats quod be What noise of Arms who dares these tumults raise Wheir ar we honord wheir your fear we sie Not your obedience shall oure rewll this cease Of oure diseas is this your memorie By wrong surmeisd offences vs to please Whoe darres of treasone think against their King No no you can not thus excuse the thing Mak not so side a cloik of publâ—ct wrong To priuat grudge if grudge we may it call If loue to vs tak head your selfs among For in your lius your weills your saifteis all Consists our health nixt heau'ne who will er long Restore oure health and wounted strenth recall O can the head a pleasant heelth enioy Whoe 's members still eche vther doth distroy Ah sie yow not oure proud Imperious foe That seiks oure fall oure ruin oure Decay No Treasone to oure persone heir we kno None in oure Armie that wold vs betray But these ar rebells to oure croune and lo These wold put violent hands in vs to day Brethren in arms go then your King defend Let not oure want vnto oure foe be kend Hereafter we will think on this your loue When heaune to wonted health shall vs restore Whill thus he spak the lightning beams did moue Of maiestic his sparkling eies before That all the armie who did lait approue Wraith folie Raige sheams with repentaunce sore Bak to his tent he goes his soldiers kind Cry all go too go too to fight inclind By this their proud and mightie foe drew neit Whoe 's number ten to one did them surmount Yet martch they on whill ech did vther cheir Nor neid their captans do as they had wount Their to menace or to encurage heir But rather forcd to stay by wise atcount Their too too foreward haist for still they cry Let eurie One a rebell kill or dy The rebells se them disapointed clein Their hearts begin to faint their hands to faill The royall armeis trumpets soundet bein And valiantlie they gan for to assaill The fois so great a Multitude ver sene They shame a handful should their curags quaill Thus eche on vther rusht with furous might First wounds then blood then death aproch'd their sight Greate deids of Arms on ether side were shoune Till Phebus piteing such vnkindlie warre Shrunk doun anone on siluer skyis were throune Dark sabill clouds that thikned all the air Than by the rebells the retreat was bloune Which made the royall hoist seim sade with cair Nor wold reteir till by their leaders au Their forcd within their trinches to with draw Four daies within their camp still they remand Four dais their foes encamped in their sight No day did pas wherein they once refraind From skirmish hot and many singil fight At last the royall armie was constraind To raise their camp and for to martche fourth right For victualis in their camp were waxing small Nor Phisick helps their kings diseas at all He in a glorious chariot ritchlie wroght Goes in the mids they marching round about In Battell rank and all their Baggage broght Within the formest ranks thus all the rout still reddie was to fight if their to soght Their foes perceiud their resolutioun stout And for that time they thoght not good to moue theÌ„ But follou still at vnwarrs to proue them Eduard the fierce whill his deir brother lay Ou'r all the royall armie did command Wheir with he martcht a soft and easie way By Citeis faire through mony a fertill land At last he causd the armie for to stay In Marrs renowind schire wheir as he sand A willaige situat one a pleasant plaine Wheir walthie Ceres treasure doth remaine This famous toun Eururie heght to name Famous for that greate victorie obtaind By Bruce vnto his foes eternall shame For in this toun for health whill he remaind Buchans bold erle still thristing efter fame From vrging Battell could not be refraind Within two mylls besyid old Meldrum long Vpon a hill he lay encamped strong A chosin band with Brechins Lord he send At vnawarrs his Princelie foe to find Whoe of his long diseas began to mend Whoe 's haughtie mind was neu'r to rest inclind His armies forward at the village end Encamped lay of foes that had no mind Whill Brechins Lord against their wills wold will them Battell to giue or in their tents to kill them But he and all his chossin
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
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
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
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
he their Still famous made by Ariostos vene Furth of this land vpon their oune expence Ten thousand cam to aid the english prence That land that west from Tours doth stretche along To wasche his feit within the Ocean Sea Whoe 's Induellers take much delight among The Moorish fens to sie ther falcons flie And in their montans woods and forrests strong The Prince lie Game of hunting vsed be That pleasant land that Poictue hecht to name Send to this wart fiue thousand men of fame That land which Loir from Poictou doth divide From whence the Britons erst the Gaulls displac'd And changd the name from Armorick beside To Britangnie and all their laus defac'd Wheirin thrie sundrie languages abide And Masteius for sanct Molois Guard is plac'd From thence to aid their great auncestors old Come fifteen thousand warlick soldiors bold From that most frutfull orchard fair of france Which Rollo great and his Noruegians stout Of simple Charls got for Inheritance Of them it still yet bears the name about From thence a galland did him self aduance And conquerd England with a warrlike rout Of thousands ten heigh heauns such wonders wroght Like number now to Englands aid was broght From that ritche land whoe 's chalkie swan like schoirs Fair kent beholds best when the Sune goes doune Whoe 's cheif toun vieus fair Douers cleif and gloir's To sie the tours that her fair front doth croune And thence wheir Cesars monument restoir's His neuer deing memoreis renoune Came thrice ten hundreth soldiors to this warr Bold strong and braue that neuer dreamd of fear From that fair land wheir smoothlie slyding soam Waters the medous and the pleasant plains And from that citie wheir two floods do come T'vnload their waus from euer springing vains Seu'ne thousand warlik soldeors came and some From that old famous toun that yet retains Pairt of the Guseane famelie and thence Sprong that greate houses glorious excellence From Henolt came fiue thousand men of fame Led by their erlle in whoe 's greate might they gloird From their cheif toune eune Mons that hecht to name Four hundreth came with shining arms decorde All these were youths not moud with fear or shame That gaird the persone of their mighâ—ie Lord And came to spoyll the Garland of the Maine But few ot none at all returne agane That land which hath within his borders plac'd The holie empiâ—s Marquesad of old By Skeld cutt of from Flaunder in the west Whâ—iron stands Antwerp glorious to behold This land the Maiss so louinglie hath grac'd She in her bossome doth the same enfold From whence the hope of gaine and praise did bring Ten thousand Soldeors to the englishe King This warr on Europs fairest Erldome calls Wheir stands vpon the banks of Skeld and ley That toun so hudge in cu cuit of hir walls Famous for that but famous more for why Thâ—t euer famous monarch which apalls Ronoune Fame Glorie Praise and Victorie As his Iust dew was their both borne and bred Thence to his warr was fourtene thousand led From these strong Illands made so strong by arte Gainst Neptun who still proous their greatest foe Becaus his floods ouerfloud the greatest parte Of all these lands as some thinks long ago But when els wheir his swelling streams conuert The lands to seas these lands the sea did sho Six thousand thence vnto this warr was send Vpone the Eâ—glish Monarch that depend Their lyis a land along the Germane flood Throu which the Mais and Rhine their course doth hold Vnto their Lord whoe 's rage is still with stood By sandie douns els all shold be enrold In waues thus sand that els wheir eats for food The fatest soill heir serus for bulwarks bold Of cuntrie-men and wageitt soldeors thence Come fiftine thousand to the English Prince When these greate regiments all were past and gone Doun from his throne the monarch did discend Inuirond round with Lords and knights anone Vnto a royall tent his course he bend That stood in midst of all the camp allone Without the walls and did him their attend And their him self first by him self was plac'd Then all his Princes at a royall feast All that was past the Douglas weill espyis Now thtou the camp from tent to tent he goes Hearing straunge tongs but straunger harmonyis Of drums and Trumpets which to heaune arose He hears their brags their braues and their defyis The Scotts were now their slaws and not their foes And oft he hears him self condemd to die A crwell death in shamefull Infamie He smild and to the royall tent agane He turnd assembleis greate greate neus affoords The feast was done and to the counsail then Set was the King with Princes duks and Lords He could haue wishd to heir them but in vaine No cuning slight could mak him heare their words For round about the tent the gaurd did stand And none from thence Approcheth nearer hand Wherfore for oght that he could find at all By conferrence with English Frensh or Dutche He seis to trains nor slight they wold not fall So proud they were of strength their force was such This Kingdome lairge by lots too greate and small Was geuen nor would of Scotts be left so much As one that monarchs wraithe was so extrame From of the werie earth too raise their name The counsail rais and furth the heraulds went Chairging that spatious hoist in arms to be Raising to morrow with a full intent To march derectlie to their enemie The Douglas heirs and vould their haist preuent From thence that night departing secretlie Vntoo his Lord he haistelie with drew Longing too shou all that he learnd or knew Thus furth he tyds through silence of the night Fair Cinthea seimd to fauour his intent Wrapping her self and all her beautie bright In duskie clouds which oft in two she rent Where throu she pri'd to sie iff he were right Oft wishing him vp in the firmament Beside the whirlling Pole their stellefyid His bright aspect might gilt her swartish side When golden haird Apollo first did light Earths better half then could he weill discry The Scottsh camp which enterd once he might Perceaue the soldeors giue a ioyfull cry Heir drums and trumpets their ror's furth on highâ— His ioyfull wâ—lcum thundert throu the skie All to the royall tent did him conuoy Whom his good Lord receaud with woundrous ioy Vp was the King that night no rest he got Such sad confused thoghts his brains did fill Of greate effairs and many mightie plot Of Douglas he hade dreamd and fearing still His Lords and Princes round about did not His 〈◊〉 him and Ioy'd in his goodwill The knight kneld doune and kist his Princes hand Who reasd him vp and thus did him demand Where haue you bein why haue you staied so long What haue you veiud hou faires fair Englands Prince
Their Sotish heads cut from their trunks I sweaâ— Gainst eurie head a hundreth punds to set And think the dead good seruice to oure state Then wheir the Scotts encamped were they go A guard of horsmen did them their conuoy When greate and worthie Bruce their cause did knâ— He did receaue them with exceiding Ioy And when the battell endit was did sho Suche bountie high as ritche without annoy To Antuerp they returnd and bulded theiâ— In honor of the Scoots a Mansion fair Each Armie now for battel sterne prouids Each on their Lord and maker loudlie call Long time the Scotts in zealous pray'r abids Before the Lord in humble wise they fall That Faâ—th that Trueth that Right and Justice gidâ— In whicâ— they pray him to protect them all Whill heauins gold spangled Cannobe was spred And silent Morpheus broght them to their bed The Argument Both Armeis Ioyne in long and doubtfull fight And threttie thousand in the ditches die King Edwards deids encurage eurie knight And Scotts for to preuent their victorie Is forâ—d to Ioyne with them in Singill fight When th' Argentine greate Bruce hath kiâ—d they flie Their King abids and wold the flight restore But seis new aid and fless his foes before Caput 17. WHen bright Hiperionâ—s goldine carr arose Both armes soone were cled in glistring armes Whoe 's golden splendor gainst the Sune furth shoes Earthes lightning hote the Aers cold region warmes First eche braue Scot to diuine seruice goes No trumpets blast was heard nor drumes allarmes The sacrament they take to heaune vpfleis Eche humbled hearts best pleasing sacrafice The English squadrons marchd vnto the plaines And all the land with arms doth ouerflo A iust half moone their battells forme containes Sharp to eche point brod to the mids they gro In battells fiue their mightie Host remaines Two on the right and on the left hand two Of their greate King that in his battel large A hunderth thousand horsmen led to charge Greate Arrandell nixt him on his right hand The chairge ouâ—r fiftie thousand Archers bore Those English wer all come from English-land No brauer warriors could the earth restore Nixt vnto him did valiant Hairtfoord stand On horse and futt that led as many more From Scotland England France and Ireland broght With Sheilds with Launces Piks Swords they foght Nixt on the left hand valiaunt Oxfoord stood That fiftie thousand footmen broght to fight All these did seim approued Souldiors good With dairts sword Piks and vther Ingins wight And Glochester nixt him that thrists for blood Had in his battell many warlick knight Like to the vther wing his wing was pleac'd With arms and curage both alik ar greac'd In the greate battel with the King abod Henolts greate Erle and many Princes mo On his right hand that warlick campioun rode Whoe 's fame so much our all the world did go Of Argentine sir Giles that gaind abrod So many conquests our the pagane foe Greate Pembrokâ— Erle on his left band did stay His saiftie onlie in their valors lay And then greate Bruce came to the plane at last And this new moone thus for to perse essayis First brod behind his battells forme was cast Then stretched furth to a point Pirameid wayis Seuin thousand warriours in the vantgard past With the feirce knight in warr more bold then wvisâ— Whome Scotlands Stewart seconds in command His feirce and firie nature to withstand Manie braue knights vnto this battell drew Bold warlick ferce and men of worthie fame And then the second battell did ensew Morais stout Erle them led whoe 's famous name Shall neuer die and many weâ—lick crew With him whoe 's hearts did fleit in valors streame Their number like the first and these did be are Spears Piks and Suords and all Ingins of warr The conquering knight the third Batallione broght Seauin thousand also did this host containe Scoâ—lands greate Constabill vnto him soght Braue Hay and these that did with him remaine The Boid and vther Lords still worthie thoght But last of all did marche vnto the plaine The greatest battell which the King commands Wheir fourtein thousand armed warreors stands Many of all the noble men ware their And all these hosts on fut did march to fight To eurie battell did the King repair Whoe 's quik cleir eies send furth a cheirfull light His vâ—sard vp he mildlie doth declair The price of conquest punishment of flight And with a countenance which wold haue made Euen cowardis hardie thus into them said My friends quod he behold this glorious day Wheirin the heauins to croune ouâ—e Ioys hath sworne Let none of yow their multituds effray Gainst God and querrells Iust force seims forlorne In Scotland fiftie thousand yet doth stay Meit for the warre whome we haue all forborne And yow we chuisd whoe 's hearts could neuer fail-yow Nor could base fear of death at all assaill yow The worst of yow his Gentreis will declair And of his reputatioun still will bost A Gentleman may with a Lord compair But what is he if honor once be lost And heir on honor waiteth ritches fair These two that all the world so much do cost Which if yow wish do now but cair for fame He neuer deis that winns a famous name What is that armie whiâ—h yow now behold But eune a new raisd Babell of confusioun The Soldeors mistak their captans bold To colonels reull the captans mak intrusioun Thus eurie one by vther is controld And Iarring foundeth forth a ghostlie vifioun All kind of beasts wold in one heard confound Their reullers witt with their confused sound Besids they came oure natioun to distroy And from the earth to roote and rais oure name Look not by flight your life for to enioy But rather thousand torments most extreame Your Maids and Wyfs to death they shall convoy When in your sight they raueishd ar with shame Yee all must die and they inioy as theirs What yow haue buld or planted for your heyrs Then if yow wold preuent their crueltie And endles praise and endles wealth obtaine Let eurie one of yow mak one to die So one triumphand conquest shall we gaine As for ten thousand which among yow be We know such valor doth in them remaine Eche shall kill two and whoe of yow be is lost We sweare his Airs their wairds shall nothing cost Yea what I seik yow may performe at will For what at they a Chaos heap confuisde Naâ—ked or slightlie armd and wanting skill To till the ground and keip their flocks more vsd How can their King preuent their following Ill When feare and Ignorance hath teull abusde In danger who wants skill hath curage lost One coward disconforts a mightie host The English King his armie in array Thus by him self and by his Trinshmen spak If I were not so weill assuirde too day Of victorie and of these Dastards wrak An
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
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