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
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
THE FAMOVS HISTORIE OF the Renouned and Valiant Prince ROBERT surnamed the BRVCE King of SCOTLAND c of Sundrie Other valiant knights both Scots and English Enlarged with an addition of the Scottishe Kinges lineallie discended from him to Charles now Prince together with a note of the beginninges of the most parte of the antieÌ„t and famous Nobilitie of Scotland A Historye both pleasant and profitable set forthe and done in heroik verse by PATRICK GORDON Gentleman At Dort Printed by George Waters 1615. At Adenburgh the twentie thrie day of december 1613. This book seene and alloued and therefore may be published and put to the presse Sanctandrous DIEV ET MON DROIT HONI ✚ SOIT ✚ QVI MAL ✚ Y ✚ PENSE THeit is sindrie Errours askepd both in the Orthographe and want of single letters But inspetiall their is two falts to my knowledge in the vears the first in the 2. cap. the 5. Line of the last vears to witt Reed shours of blood in sindrie pearts had beene The 2. is in the thrid cap the 3. vers and the 2. line to witt VVheir was the wounted Loyaltie now gone This with sindrie vther salts as but whear it is teaine for without and vther Scots words which I haue rather chusd to pas then loise a sound runing line I dout not but the reader will excuse in respect that this book was Printed in ane vther contrey wheir the setters did not vnderstand the Langage To the most Honorable and most Accomplished Erles William Erle of Angus and William Erle of Morton RIght honorable noble Lords presuming on the accustomed myldnes and affabelitie for the which your L. L. haue not beene a litle famous It hath imboldned me to lay the barren feild of my Vnfructfull braine before the powerfull Sune of your Perfections whoe 's beams may Illuminat the dark sheddowes Dispers the gros Vapores and rype the enrypened Ears that so you may receaue the increas of this my second Harvest nether deserveth such a rare excellent Fruer anie les then such a fair and confortable Summer being the glorious actiones of that Illustrus and generus Bruce which haueing bred in so sweet and ferteill a Soyll hath made me ambitiouslie greeddie therwith to inrich my barrén fielde hoping that my insuffitiencie if once supported by the vnremouable pillers of your Vertues shall be able to resiste the stormie Tempests of wind-blasting Sicophants and beat bak the swerms of Poisone sucking Wasps so that the Seed preserued by your means onlie shall yeeld all aeges the tymlie Harvest of your L. L. Eternall glorie I being bound by such admirable worth vndeserued courtessie for euer to Rest. Your L. L. most affectioned and humble servand Patrick Gordon The preface or rather an aduertisment to the Reader before he read this Poem of some spetiail points to be obserued in the whole worke with the vse of some partes seeming Fabolus therein FEaring to be taxt of ambitious arragance for daring to midle with so rare a work I am onlie armd with the natural dewtie which I owe to my countrey the vant of good wil in the more excelleÌ„t Spreits but aboue al the neuer enough praised verteus of that most admirable Prince Robert Bruce ambitiously desiring to immitat him whose vnquensable loue burning zeale towards his Contrey was such as he being a Prince Roialy discended delicately brought vp beloued and honoured of all men of larlge and great reueneues both in England and scotland so that it was thoght he had more contentment of mynd and more blisings-heaped on him by heavens then any liveing in his dayes Yet such was his loue to the libertie of his countrey as forseaking his reveneues leaveing his wyf cheldren abandoning al his royel delicasies plesurs and delights he betook him self to armes wherein when fortune hade crosd him so far as it is sead he lost thertin Battels before he wan one so that heauens seemd to threattin wengence for the wilfull refusall of thees former blisings and first was he crosd with mis-fortun in warr the lose of his brotheren his wife and daughter being taken presoners at which tyme his brotheren was cruallie execute his freinds become al his enameis and being persueit both of scots and English was forsd in great miserie and powertie the speace of thrie yeare to keip the montains wher herbs was his dentiest meaits and watter his strongest wyne not withstanding that he might still haue bene restored to al his former digniteis and much more if he could haue suffered to behold his countreyes miserie as they saw his but such was his meachles loue to them althogh they hatted him that still he lamented their caus more then his owin in his manie soroufull discourses wold alwayes repeat these wersses following Ni me Scotorum Libertas prisca moveret Non mala tot paterer orbis ob Imperium Robertus Brusius THeis verses written and subscribed with his owin hand in his Manuall book which he alwayes careed about with him was extent within thes feew years but to sett downe all his workes and fortitude of mynd ware to redious seing you shal find manie of them in the historie following and altho the old printid book besyds the owtworne barborous speiches was so euill composd that I culd bring it to no good method till my loveing freind Donald farchersone a worthie gentil man whoe 's name I am not asham'd to expres for that he was a restles suter to me to taik this work in hand broght me a book of virgine parchement which he hade found amongst the rest of his books is was old torne almost inlegeable in manie places vanting leaves yet hade it the beginning and hade bein sett doune by a monk in the abey of melros called Piter fenton in the year of god one thousand thâ—ie hundreth sixtie nyne which was a year before the death of King Dauid Bruce it was in old ryme like to Chaucer but vanting in manie parts and in special from the field of Bannochburne fourth It wanted all the rest almost so that it could not be gotten to the pres yet such as I could reid thereof hade manie remarkable taillis worthie to be noted and al so probable agreing with the trewth of the historie as I haue foloued it alsweil as the other theris onlie two partes seeming sabolous the first is the Baliols Visioune which as it is of small consequence doth no euil so doth it chek and forbid a base mind to aspire showing that a mightie generous sperit onlie ought to be ambitious the secound is the historie of the Kingis which after I hade fullie accomplisd with the rest of the book fearing it should be too tedius for the reader I haue taken it out in the place therof insert thoes princes discended of the Bruce nether would I be offenceive for the adding of theis fragments for I know that sume curious
heads wil alege I wrong the vnione but farr be it from me to think muche les to doo anie thing that may offend his Royall maiestie or seeme to hinder so blessed a pace of the which it seameth that the heauins has called him to be the happie instrument my intensione is onlie to eternize his predicessors his own glorie being bound both by naturall love and dewtie to imploy my whole Indeuors theirto nether doo I their in wrong the English but rather to my power exstolle their valour and with more â—mildnes modifie that which our wryters most sharplie haue wretin Therby to extinguish if it be posibill the euil opinion that hath bein so long ingreftid in the hearts of manie by reading of thoes old historeis hoping yat this my work may haply mak thois that tretith of the sam mater to be forgotin by tyme being onlie desirous to steir vp euerie manes mind to the following of glorious actions with that most praise worthie and admirable wonder of mankind that heauen ordeaned Sidnie who sayeth that the hearing of the Martiall feats of arms betuixt the Perfie and the Douglas stierd vp his spierit to the search of glorious actionis and as for the Kinges discendit of the Bruce comparing them with the constellations I haue foloued Bartas who cheangeth not onlie theis portraits names from names of Gentils giuen them by old Philosophers to names of holie men in the Scripture but also concludeth with a libertie to anie christian to name them after sume good christian princes and yet that I should not seeme without reasone to aluede to theis princes more then to anie other I haue sundrie good arguments moveing me theirto First then I say if thoes portraits must neids be designed by their names without the which Astronomers can not proceid in the cours of Astronomie it is les fault that they be named after such christian princes as haue leiued in the light of the Gospell acknowligeing the creator of all things Trinitie in Vnitee then after theis Gentils to whome god did not reveil him self and from whom the misterie of Saluatioune was hid secoundlie the height of their royall station the blessednes of their calling the excellencie of their actions yea and cuin their werie forme seemeth too haue a correspondence with them Simpathesing them so neirlie as they seemd to be the verie same Whom the eternal Maiestie hath meand by these portraits Thirdlie their is but the portraits of eleuin men and one woman and the twelf man some Astrologsans afermith to be an the schipe Argus this agreable with the number of the Kings discendit from the Bruce for counting him the first and prince Charles the last their is lust twelf and one woman Queene Marie As for anie other poetik floures I haue presumde on Aristotill his opinioune who saieth that how trew soeuer the historie be it ought not to be formed in Poesiâ— without invention wharin that excellent and wise Philosopher hath said must trew for with invention the Poet must bewâ—isie his work of invention he frammeth the curious winding knots of his Garding of invention he composeth his colours of invention buddeth his diuersitie of odoâ—iferous flouris as the onlie ornaments of his whole framm of invention he forgeth links to make as it wer a chaine of his work theirby making euerie parte to depend and hang vpon vther and so winding the reader in his laborinth delighteth the mynd without paine which vtherwaises should be a vallaie full of diches wheer the traveller shold be forceed to leap from on banck to an vther heaveing no bridges to go ouer at his pleasiur those are the things wherof thou courtous reader should be aduertest wishing the alwayes to reed my work to an end before thou take offence the if nether the willingnes to pleas nor onwillingnes to displeas can satisfie let my first fault be forginen for Ignâ—rance sake and I never shall intend a second So shall I euer rest Thy silent Friend P. G. To the Author THy sugred wearses and thy sacred songe Shall make thy neame O Gordon glorius Thou maks â—orgottin Bruce obsâ—urd so longe Reuieud to ryise againe victorious Thou crownis him with a laurell in thy storie Thou greaces him and he augments thy Glorie Thy greaue heroik Muse disdanis to treat Of bassâ—and seruill loue or fond afectione But of a Kingdome and a Contries staet Of naturs cheifest worth and hir perfectione Of Fortuns Champione whom the world renounis For conquering Kingdoms cities touris and tounis Those are the first fruets of thy rair ingine The braue beginning of a virtous mind Presaging plainlie what thou 'l prooue in fine Whose lamp skarsse fird doth many lights outshine Long may thou lieue whose lins braue Bruce adorne And let Bruce Ghost be glaid that thow was borne A. Gordone In prais of the prais worthie Author WIse Virgill wreat Aeneades long to prais Anchisis sone whome he did not behold Octauian lykd his heigh and loftie phrais And gaue the Mantuan monie myone gold The prais of Bruce no questione thou proclamee To pleas and prais the faithes defender Iames. If Maroes figments leiue in fresh request Which he of Stiks Cocitus Serber pend Of Charon hell Elisium and the rest Thy storie trew shall with the worlde tak end And to thy prais I darbe bold to say No lins prophaine can leiue a longer day To his deare freend the restorer of the famous Bruce his storie VNto this age while thou of new restoirs The ruin'd storie of this famus King Thy noble spreet in emulation gloirs Eu'ne in his praise thy proper worth to sing For lyke as he did re-erect his croun By Longeshankd Edwards subtiltie brought doun Right so thy song from darke obliuions graue Hath now restoird the glorie of his name Ingrauing it vpon this column braue Which thow has sacred to eternall fame And placed heir till time begone to shine As monument of his heigh worth and thine Io. Wrrey To the Author IF Allexander wish'd yit sighd ' to see That famous tombe wher fierce Achilles lay Thow worthie chiftain euer blesd quod he Had Homers penn thy praises to display And if Eneas danger night and day And long some labours bothe by sea and land Are recompensd and more and he for ay Famos'd be Maroes martial pen doe stand Mak Allexander judge fame shall avow Bruce hath his guerdone of a Gordon now M. Th. Michell The first Booke of THE FAMOVS HISTORIE OF THE Excellent most valiaunt Prince ROBERT Surnamed the BRVCE King of SCOTLAND corrected and enlarged by Patrik Gordon Gentleman The Argument THe Douglas hears his Countries shame her fall And back returns from France with wofull Heart Vewing herwâ—es her ruine wrak and all He muche laments her lose in eurie parte When 〈◊〉 a Kinght from dumps doeth him recall With whome he fights with valour strength and arte When
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