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
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
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
His Whelps by his example feids on blood Eune so he cums with scarled cullored bled His conquring creu encurage by his sig ht Before whoe 's terror threatning face they fled Yea eune greate Pembrok yeelds him nou to flight This vprore such a greate confusioun bred The English throws away their armour bright With still sad murmurs Scotts perseu their foes And noght was hard but dying Groans and bloes From Erebus blak darknes taks her flight And spred her wings aboue ou'r half of Ground When th' English aided by the freindlie Night Ow're Hills and Daills dark wais for saiftie found And of their Natiue soill to haue a sight The greater pairt by solempt vous was bund For noght they fand in this oure barren soill But death and wounds in stead of wealth and spoâ—â— After this victorie so raiâ—lie got The choise of Princes with ane humble mind Gaue thanks to God for his successiue lot And holie vous vnto the Lord enshrind Then marching furth in haist he resteth not Till all the western cuntreis were inclind To his meik reull and with aduise more stai'd Kill Cuningham and Carrik him obay'd Whill in the West he regnd as conquerour Sir Odomer was greiud at his succes And thought he had dissolud his strongest pou'r Seing his oune atcheuments fortunles Yet fortun on ane vther wold not lour An vther captaine whoe 's greate worthines Had giuene good proufe in many a bloodie fight A Scotts man he sir Phillip mubray hight Him wold be neids imploy vnto this fate And to his chairge commits a thousand horse With these to vieu Scotlands greate Kings estate And wait aduantage to imploy his forse But mightie Bruce exper'ence had of lait That strenth shall oft of craft receaue the worse And being cairfull vigilant and wise Preuents his craftie foes slie interprise With fortuns knight tuyce tuentie furth he send To vnderstand and knou the foes desings Who haueing searchd and traueld far in end His way him to an narrou Passage brings On eurie hand did mightie crags ascend On eurie side beloue deip marras springs And of this place he fitlie maks a choise For to ganestand or to assalt his foes Long staid he not when all his foes drew neir For by that way they neids must onlie go Stout moubray then his warlik troups did cheir Whill they curagiouslie did chairge their foe And as on Neptuns humid sky so cleir Sterne Borias to the land the walls doth blo Till waue on waue brak on the Baltik shore Whoe 's dying voice ou'r all the land doth rore So eurie Rank on Rank is beaten bak By that braue count and his resistles crew Their ranks in Ordour ordourles they brak They kill the bold and fliers faint persew All gois to death they none to mercie tak And with meir strenth and valor overthrew Their foes at last and forced all with might Nor can their captaine stay their fearfull flight But Moubray stout wise valiaunt featles bold Whoe 's words nor deids le ts not his men to flie Scornd such a flight nor could his foes with hold His Resolution Acted constantlie Forth throu their ranks he doth his wey vnfold Wheir much blood doth his sterne wrath satisfie At last he lost his brand and shund the fight Els had he yeildit captiue to their might His fanting troups fled home the way they came Which when he vieud vpone the vther side Such raige and furie did his breist inflame As he wold neids returne and wold abide Gainst all his fois but that could no way frame For want of wapins forst him turne aside Whill as the count whoe 's deids ar eu'r glorious Triumphing to his Prince returns victorious His Prince that nou was vnder Loudon hill And all that cuntrie to his Peace had broght These Losses all great Pembroks ear 's did fill And sets fierce rage on edge for this he thoght If Scottlands King had fortun thus at will Englands intendit Conquest turns to noght Wherefore this motione has vnto him sent By which their wraith should soone or neu'r be spent He bids him vnder Loudon hill prepair To giue him Battell on the tenth of may And if the Conquest fell to Scottlands shair England sould quite the land that verie day And neu'r returne to clame a conquest their But if the English wan without delay Then yeild he should vnto fair Englands Prince And at his sentence stand for his offence To this the graue wise worthie Bruce agreis And for that day great Preparation maks But with greate foresight wiselie he foreseis How that his mightie foe aduantage taks Of multituds of men and lairge suppleis Whoe 's endles numbers his meane force brake For which thrie walls he raises wondrous hie Eune their wheir as the battell fought should be And in the midst he leaus a Plaine so wide As hundreths fiue might martch feight at ease At euerie ende laie Marrasis beside So at their back they could no forces raise Thus onely here he wold his foes abide Let Fortune froune or fauour whom she please But twise three hundreth march'd with him along Altho his foes were full seauen thousand strong Syr Odomer the bold doth keip the day And marched brauelie vnder Lowdon low He puts his warlick armie in array Whill as the king of men him self doth show With his small pour his passage for to stay His hardie knights the art of warr did know These oft approu'd so oft had tryde their might He neids not to encurage theme to fight Yet Earths great Warriour restles still did raunge Now here now there his restles troups among Kindling their breasts to hole and new reuenge Of olde done Deeds and long receaued wrong The Captains of his troups he need not chaunge For these were matchles hardy wise strong The worthie Douglas and the valiant Haye Edward the firce impatient of delaie Whoe with his troup did first assail the foe For his fierce wrath could brook delay no more How soone this angrie Prince him self did sho Terror and feare went sadlie him before As when strong winds doth caus heighe tyds to flo Whoe 's brackish waus still beat the brokin shore Seas smoth back rold before with gentle breath In briffels set spits forth his foamie wreath Soe after furious Edward all the plaine Was ouer-run with Ranks of spears shields Horse armour weapons ecchos aye againe The dreadful noise that Drumme Trumpet yeilds Strife Terrour Rage follow both Hoasts anon Death softens armour and strong weapons weilds Furie and Strife stalks through the hoasts with fire Of deadly wonds kindled with blood-blown Ire Now both the armeis insteling roodlie met And spears and sheilds gainst spears and shelds opposd Strength answerd strength wound for wound they get Swords targets piks with piks swords targets closd Then Tumult coms to heauin her head she sett And from her throt a thousand sounds she lousd That throu the Air
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
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