reules the earth in peace The Prophet leaues the Prince amaizd at last He foyles six Knights then to his armie past Caput 5. BVt heir o Scâ—tland heir beginnes thy spring of honor wealth fame glorie praise blisse Eune now not til nou high hea'uns doth bring Thy happines thy good thy all wish Thy fame thy name for e're eternizing If sinfull pride beare not thy wayes amis Hence shall thy glorie and thy greatnes grow Swelling o're seas and o'ra all landes shall flow Their o're the glob of Sea and earth he stands Whiche to the North ioynes sowthes fair Diadem And Boreas spatious impire all commands And all wheir Titan coolls his firie team If thow can number furth the Ocean sands Or all those spangled golden wonders name In radiant coache that course heauns lists a pace Then may'st thow compt his blisd and frutfull race This this is hee eu'ne hee whome havin propoines Greate Jou's eternall motto for to beare whoe 's Soule refyning sighs heart-scolding grones shall on this Altar of Deuotion reare Trew zeall trew faith and trew repenting moin'â— From whence ascends the sueit perfums of Pra're To the one-trin whoe from his merceis Throne Shall rain doun plenteus showrs of Greace anone From so great Dangers shall the Lord him saue And to suche hight of happines him bring That tho nogth els could eche ones ears bereaue Yet this shall be ane eueâ—lasting Signe For eche to sing his mild Sweit virtues grave Without correction bent to eche designe His Bountie clemencie and equitie His constant minde and his stabilitie The least of nothing can my Muse record Whoe 's wings is lag'd with vapors gros and fatt but this I know that his imperiall sword shall Slyce doun sinne and scheild the desolat But should I thus with seiming scheuis debord His praise so Infinit so in tricat No no deir muse serche not wheir is no end Onlie him self him self can comprehend For all the Muses at his Birth desending Throu the cleir Welkin of oure westerne clyme As when a firie flashe of lightning Bending With twinkling rays glids dounward often time A mid the tufted plains so they attending On his blist Birth infuse their sacred rims His spreit within and with Ambrosiall kisses In his blisd soule they breath a heau'ne of blisses This done they with a wreath of starrs haif cround His Tempills which a Tripill croune adorne With dowble Bayis and Lawrell much renound They give two glorious titles new'r outworne And maks his voice diuinlie to resound Our all the earth on wings of fame still borne O miracle his voice lyik lightning darte The golden schowrs of poleist witt and arte His Muse shall flie with sweitest eloquence In learned layes to charme all spreits all sences And like a Queene in pomps magnificence Sche's richest still when lairgest in expences In Scarlot heir in crimsone their and thence In purple robs adorning royall prences More ritche then golden Tesseu's swelling cost With rairest Jems and pretious stones imbost And then anone in Arm 's addrest for warr A steill bright sword she ' is brauelie brandishing Heir dois she place the thundring connons their To Mars she bids the roiring trumpets sing The victor getts her lawrell for his schare That bring him more then Cresus gold could bring But now in sabel blak her self she suits And Magick spells diuinlie she refuits Then Sanct like sits she in a secret Cell And sacred phraises sent from heavin above Furth from her pen in plentie doeth distell Confounding all that quest'ouns vaine wold prove And from her witts deip tressour springs a well Whoe 's source from Gods celestiall throne doth move On golden channell slyds this siluer streame And drouns her foes in groundles Gulfs of shame Yea how soew'r her self she list t' adorne With Diadems or coats of warlick steill Or wisdoms grauer suits she list haue borne Yet eurie thing becums her schaip so weill That still her self she seims whoe 's rising morne Shall haue no night whoe 's mightie flowing Nile Our flows all lands and with hir swelling wawe Holds hirs in peace and vthers all in awe This Prince more wealth peace honor greatnes brings Then all that swey'd his Scepter ewer before But heir since heaune him by his worth desings That to all times and aige shall him restore Since all and ewrie thing his praises sings I can but lessen what all tyms maks more But in his seid rare blessings shall attend him Which it sall pleas almightie Joue to send him In midst of famous Scotland does their ly A valey grac'd with Nature airt and care As fertill as the soill of Araby As plesaunt as Thessalian Tempe fair On which from heaune no blustring Tempests flye Nor Zephire blou's but sweit and wholsome air A long whoe 's side the Ocheli montans rise And lifts their swelling topps aboue the skyis Doun through the midst of this fair valey glids The christall Forth with glansing siluer hew Whoe 's roaring stream on golden channell slids With murmur sweit in Thetis bosume blew Of brooks supply'id with lib'rall store besids Which tops of towring montans still renew Whoe 's springs the dry insatiat meids suppleis And moister lends to herbs to fructs and treis In midst of this fair valey doth arise A mightie mounting roche of wondrous height On whoe 's ambitious bak as in the skyis A Citie stands impregnabile to sight A Castell on his loftie crest espyis The valeys rownd about the montans hight Below the roch the glanncing River glids In whoe 's cold streams hee coolls his horte sids When Titan doth vp to the sowth aspire Ascending through heauens vaults of brightest azure These loftie turrets seim to haue desire To view their beauteis pride whill thay haue leasure Then sett they all the rowling flood on fire Whoe 's trembling billous show their golden Treasur The smilling flood Illustrats them with beams Whill as their beautie beautifeis her streams Within this Paradise of all delight Thus grac'd with airts proud wealth and Naturs care Shall to the world be borne that lamp of light Whoe 's schyning shaip yow at beholding their But ah too soone snatcht vp from humane sight Whoe 's lose shall mak the western-world dispair That heauins can raise them to their former blis Since they haue reft so great a Good as this O could hee leiue he were a worthie Prence By nature in her richest wealth enrold And fraught with all the guifts of excellence That either Man could wisch or heauins vnfold But o too wise and too too sone taine hence Heauin scorns that earth so great a good should hold Albions be war least heauins vpon the lowr Who thus vntimelie cutts thy fairest flowr Then shall arise a Prince of his owne kind Borne of his dame and of his sire begot Whoe 's matchles haughtie and heroick mind Shous heauens
Fearing his lordes vnty melie blasted bayes And as he doeth presaige so shall it fall Their dyes his royell Prince his sones and all Yet shall their ritch and froutfull seid spred furth Four brainches faire whoe 's frout is rypt by fame Whearof the secound planted in the north Shall graice that soyll with blossomes of his name Nor shall the thrid know anie vant of worth The fourth shall cleinge his blot in vertues stame But lo the firsts rare sone shall greace the lyne And shall our English roy ell blood proypne With that rare dame whoe 's heauinlie greace is such As hir sones sone shall be that blaising light Whom all divyns and Prophetes praise so much Of whom faire Albione longes to heaue a sight The Eame which all the prophiciâ—s would twich The ioiner of this Iills disioyned might For Albeone it 's now in name allone But then in substance we shall Albeone But leaue we him till god appoint his tyme And turne ws to that Lord that antient knight Whoe 's chairge is free vnchairg'd with anye crymâ— Famous for witt and fortunat in fight Not one beneath this cold distemperd clyme May clame more princelie vertues for his right Yea Anâ—kermure his fortune fare shall sie Whear he obteans a glorious victorie Two brother shal he heaue both valiant knights From whom two famous famâ—â—â—is shall spring The first 's reare sone weill skild in martiall fights Obteans his vnkles pleace in euerie thing Thus is that hous prepaeid of glorious lights By heauins eternall vniuersall king For reulls the line they sore in verteous deids And if the breanch it self that breanch exceids Then cums the last of this fair braench in fine For vertue cald the good when from the north Shall come a knight that shall succeed by line Who weied with him doeth equalize his woorth And yet with fame can not the world propine So loth is time to bring occasioune forthe Yet vertue for his sone shall grace prepair And thus to fame shall measour forthe his shair Heauin cheanging time shall siuill discord reas And wrap the Scotts in wealth consuming woes When he by god set vp vnto thees daies Shall leaue his soil to forren lands he goes Widing throu rtubles streame and thear with praise His pen vnto his predicessoures showes The way to win from darck obliuiones night Boolding their trophe is with his vertues might This lamp gone out o then his sone succeides Reasing that hous declind to former height Whoe 's mind is great with child of glorious deids And as a Collon fair vpholds the weight Of ane learge frame so from his witt proceids The strenth that onder props that neames great might Yet he by airt stops natures streame to flow With Junos string still bending Pallas bow He ripes the tumbes of his Ancestors old And brings them clod with robes of heauenlie light For all enshewing aiges to behold They shute furth beams of fame and glorie bright Which long lay hidde in nightes dark pitchie mold Ou'r vaelde by sadd obliuion from our sight Their ghostes reioising that so rich a geme Springs from thear loynes t'immortaliz their name Now cumes the nixt great famelie in sight That iointlie with the first at first shall spring Which eurie where sendes furth such lampes of light As Earth and other firmament doeth bring Wherin eche fixed starre doeth burne so bright As yeelldes hoth lyf and light to eurie thing So farre those glorie lighting flammes doeth shine Moueing their orbe with influence deuine The first that shall illuminat the skie Of this bright orber this hea'une reflexing sphere Armed with his fathers magnaminitie Shall be a great and mightie man of warre Of whom shall two arise to rectifie Two lines that shall their fame to heaune vprear Yet to the younger shall the elder fall And both thus ioined shall one great house install O thou thrice famous lake and strand of Leuine Famous for that great reace shall come from the Inrich'd with graces by the wandering Seuin That still aloft in th' azure vallers flee The first that shall adorne thy watrie hea'une With sure and stay'd establisd reul I sie By fatell deades shall manie fortunes shair And Pallas sword shall all his pathes prepair The beaies thy temples shall at lintoune beare Whear thow by valout from a valiant knight The leopard and Flourdeluce shall teare Thus shall thy arme put all thy foes to flight But when the valiant Perfie wageth warre Against his Prince in that ontimlie fight Thow valiant lie aduentring then shall fall Yet after death thy fame shall sore oure all But thou braue youth altho a stripling young Scornes in thy natiue soil for to remeaine Thou heirs Bâ—lonas dreadfull bell was roung Following the voice with honoures thristing paine Wheer all the plaines inbroudert war along With gorre blood rent armes and souldiers slaine Theer haiueing win fair conquest by the hair Thou leapes from of this wordlie theater And then succeides that all prais worthie youth That with the ground stone laies a fairer streame Mounting that house vp to the secound grouth Whois worth in varre illusterates his name Then cumes that blaizing comet of the south Whoe 's voundrous deads with terror soundes his fame His lookes sendes vertue furth so graic'd with art As striks mild reuerence in each barbarous heart And yet his galent sone shall with him striue Who to that aige shall greatest light restore As painefull bees still workes to serue the hiue And leazie drons that deoth their wealth deuore Their dares not enter nor with them may striue So nature doeth prouid for to decore That fruitfull Stem with such whoe 's pains excidesâ— Past all cumpare in heigh and vertues deades No frutles drone shall from that reace arise Ech giues testificats of honours height What praises to the sext can I deuise That serues his Prince in manie a blood die fight Nor conquest euer to eroune his pains denies Nixt him cumes one whoe 's worth and pourfull might Doeth aid his Prince against vsurping foes Whois vant at last that mightie Prince ouerthoues But O what knight is this Adrest for warre That all the countray round about Obaies Whome greatest Princes of the land doeth feare In bloddie battell who at last assaies Our English force from of his Prince to beare With whom ane vther valiant compioune staies And whill to seaue their Prince their liues they yeild Great multitude from valour wins the feild But who coms heir in the could north t'insius Such heauenlie gift is all Europe passing by O it s Apollo suir that dooth refius The east and coms the wast too beutifie Whear he the siluer laik of Leuin doth chuis The cleir Caballian streams he doth deny Thus leauing Gretian plainis and pleasant fontanis He seats him self neir too the Ocheell montanis Whear whilist he veiues
each of life dispaires and death attends They â—ther knoe the fight in friendship ends Caput 1. OF Martiall deeds of dreadful warres I sing Of Potentates firce Knightes Champions bold Who to mantaine o're threw a valiant King Most brave atchieuments well perform'd of old What flamming swords blood terror death can bring Love tyme and fortuns wheele that still is rold My vrigine Muse doeth laboure to bring forth Crownd with the golden starrs which grace the North Those Heroese old whose glory seems obscure Of which in Fames steel tables nought remains I offer on your sacred shrines most pure whose strength labours weighty swey sustains Those antients worth in you doth liue secure which once may be the subiect of my paines wherewith my laies adornd shal flie a long And make the earth enamored of my song Why heau'ns powrd out such a deludge of woes which to the world my weeping muse doth sing And how those sad tumultuous broiles arose O who can tell since heauens eternal King After his wil earths Empires doth dispoese And fatal periods to all Rengs doth bring Who shakes the earth assunder in his wrath And melts the heau'ns with his consuming breath But ô what wast involu'd those daies in warres Was 't not that age by force gouerning al Which now is reuld by arte or was 't the starres From whose coniunctions these mishaps might fall Or was 't helbred enuie that al things marres Forcing themselues destruction forth to call No no it seemes eternal heau'ns decree That sines owne weight by sine ouer'throwne shold be But soft my home-bred muse sore not too high Least thou or'epas what erst thou did'st intend Send passion hence be modest flie enuie With pow're deuine bring this great worke to end Thou eu'erie verse each line each woord must trie In my fraile brest thy sacred furie send That who so reades these lines for those respects Maie praise thy deeds and pardon my defectts In that faier Land where floweth al delight That heauen on earth whose paradisian plains Had drawne the Douglas farre from Fathers sight Where he both arts and elloquence obtaines He stai'd till dreidful warr with thundring might Soundes forth his countreis ruin woes paines Then fortune fate reuenge glories spoile Inuites him home vnto his natiue soyl And once ariuing hereehe might behold The murnfull monuments of death feare It seem'd that heauen fortune had controld The Fates Joue by hoaried Stix did sweare Those daies in vengeance bookes shold be enrold Those worthles times al worthy time shold teare From memorie as monuments of shame The blotts of age and onely stains of Fame As one within a Garden faire in maie Seis flora deck'd in bewtis brauest pride Sweet smelling Roses fragrant fresh gaie Pincks Violets and thousand flowers beside That parradice there onely seemes to staie Yet Pisces coolling once faire Phaebus side That fruitful place by frost hailes disgrac'd So seemd this pleasant land now quite defac'd For loe a straunger nation doth he sie Inhâ—bit all the countrey round about And al his natiue countrie men did she Yealding to feare fate fortun chance dout Waste ruinde walls tours touns hamlets be The meids and pleasant valleis in and out Vntild ' like deserts voyd and quite forsaken Abandon'd of their owne of strangers taken And where he goes the ground did seeme to moorne Planing for lose of her deir naturall Brood The floodes their sweetest murmuring streames did turne From fair cleir cristall dropes to crimsone blood From Forrests home the whisling winds Retoorne Dwlce sounds of sorrows Melancholique Mood Thus in his Eares Earth water winds and Tieis Sad Musick make of sadder Tragedeis To see so fair a kingdome desolate And snche a mightie Nation thus forlorne His Frends all lost him self disconsolate Tears sighs and grons made speiche Long time forborne At last those Doolfull words thus Intricat With sorrows deip his woful heart has torne Ah was I borne and must I leive to sie The Sone to shine on this Thy Infamie Ah now Poore Cuntrey wofull is thy fall But ah moire wofull is thy wretched State Thy Blis to Bail the heavens to soone did call But farre too swift now comes thy helples fate For â—re vndone and no remede at all Ah no remede said I yea though too late Can heauens thy Croun of glorie from thy brow So soone teare of so famous stil til now Where was treue vallor found if not in thee In thee was virtue neu'r by time outworne The source of Loue the Nursse of Vnitie Where Faith and Treuth were bred brought forth borne Witts habitation Fortuns Constancie But now al theise euen theise are quite forlorne And in a dolful den thy Genius lies Howling for Blood vengeance to the Skyes Hence cursed time more wold the knight haue said But he beheld a warriour at hand His furniture and Armour sanguin red A bunch of fethers on his Crest did stand Him wold this fearce sad angrie Eatle inuade And in the other like desire he fand Each other with tempestuous furie greet So in the aer the bolting thunder meet Loth was each spâ—ar to wond his enemie Their wrathful masters message while they go Al shiuered moorning through the aer they fly Complaining of vnkindly discord so While that the Champions chaft with anger be For each disdaines a match in armes to know Each takes the other for an English Knight And seeks reuenge with force hate rage dispight Eu'n as two aged strong and sturdy Oakes Against a thundring tempest firmly stand Or as two raggid Clifs of mighty Rocks Beare of the wafting surges from the land So each abides the others pondrous stroaks These onely two trew vallor did commaund Yea who so eu'r had sien that warrlike fight Feare would haue bred both terror and delight By thrusts and foins their bloes seconded be Each waits occation each aduantage spying Each on the other hath a watchful Eie Each shuns the fents for open wards stil prying Where plaâ—s were iyond and buckles ty'd they sie Yeat eithers foresight others flight denying Stil fretting in themselues with rage and ire That neither could their conquest wisht aspire Somtime their Swords forth from their helm shield Send firie sparkles spangling all the Aier Euen so the Meteors fighting lightning yeald Beneath the Northern Pole that doe prepare To cleare the starrie firmamental field With cold extream pure subtil sherp and raire That els wold geall the cloustred clouds aloft And make a bad confusion straunge and oft As fast as haile in sharpe and Iscie balles Vpon the tiled housses doth alight So thik fo fast each speedie blow doun falles batring their helms and shields with furious might They fighting wishe each others funerals Four houres it was since they began the fight Some litle wonds had each of others woon Yeat both as fresh as when they first begun Now was the Sun declining to
fredome in a bloodie feild Those machles champions throw the forest goâ— At last allight then themselues adrest Til cheirful daies bright goldeÌ„ lamp should within a arbour faier to take their rest shone But as ambitious minds ar neuer alone Til they haue honour glorie Fame possest So they no rest at all cold here attain Such high confusion in their brests remaine At last the Douglas thus began braue Prince And my most gratious Souerainge quod he Long may thou liue in Natures excelence Iou's loue Fates fauour fortunes constancie Thy worth exalted by heauens influence And thy braue selfe long haue I wsht to sie God graunt thy shining sonne with golden Raies Our darkest nights may chaunge to brightest daies Let not my bold presumtion thee offend If I require to know the woefull birth Of sorrows which thy countenance forth send For loe swift Fame did sound thy praise thy worth In Fraunce while carelesse I on court attend Which cleers my clouds of care with lamps of mirth And did my sad vnsetled Thoughts destroy Thy sweit report so fild my Eares with Ioy Then I returnd in hope of blest reliefe Which I foresawe thy worth would soone afford And thou eu'ne thou would ease thy contreis griefe Whose glorie great must be by the restord Senc to Reuenge our blood woe wrake mischiefe By lustest Heauens thou onely art implord Doe then braue Prince what heauen for thee ordains Thy Knight I am in warre peace Ioy or pains The gallant Bruce sat long tyme much amazd Loth to vnfould his straunge misfortunes rare In wrath he star'd he lookt about he gaz'd He sigh'd he grond as One Into Dispair His rolling Eies at last from Earth he Ras'ed And Cleird with heavenlie smylls the clowds of cair Whill as the Douglas long did him behold This sadd and wofull Tragedie he told Sad may if seeme and sorrowfull to Thee Thois wofull news Thou do's Requeir ' to heare but much more cair and greif it breids to Mee Who must not onely heare and lend my eare But must relate euen what my eies did siee Yea what myselfe did act yet I 'le forbeare Those fond complaints and make a true narration What most offends me and afflicts my Nation And to vnfould this tragick storie soe To know the motiue first it doth requier And eu'rie truest circumstance to sho Whereof is much that will delight the eare Than to th'intentall may mor cleerly know The ground of this so firce crwel warr Our various speach let vs devert and view The dreidfull horreid horrors that ensew Thrie Alexanders thrise waere Scotlands King The first for valiaunt deids surnam'd the fierce Was Malcolm Canmoirs sone the second Rings Was after good king Will'iame did deceas Who is braue vndanted Deids made fame to sing The Lion-king as histories Rehers The thrid that did Oure Crown and scepter wear Henre the third of Englands dogther fair In mariage took which haple he devynd Should then conclud A full and finall Peace That both these Antient kingdoms thus Combind Those great and Mightie Nations might Imbrace A Freindlie League and Concordance in mind An happie Time to thair Ensewing race By ending all the warrs the broyls the steir's That had remain'd full thryse five hindreth Èeirs But heavens decreed it should not so Remaine For the appointed Time was not foretolde Mans subtill plots and wits ar all in vaine In vaine their wais in vaine this work they wold In vaine they go about for to obtaine What Ioue as secret to himself did hold In uaine was al these fond deuises thought Since heaujn decred that al shold turne to noght For lo betwixt burnt Illion and Kingorne King Alexander di'd by fall of horse When thirtiefoure yeres of his Raigne was worne He no succesion had and which was wors Blood-thristie-warr by wings of veng'ance borne Did tear Our kingdom's bouwells but Remors Waikining by oft Diminishings at Lenght The vains the Nerv's the sinne vs of oure strenght Six yeares the land gouerned was in Peace By Regents fix at laste some broiles arose Whereby soe straunge gouernament did cease Such bloodie factions did themselues oppose Who from that boundage wold the land release And of annot her King wold make a chose For wel they knew what trains they shold imbark To set this headstrong Nations once awarke A councel then of all they call to choose The neerest of the Roiall bloode for king The Baliol there his right did wel peruse From the first female his descent to spring And from the first borne Male I not refuse My lineall and iust descent to bring Thus plead wee both nor can we once accord No peace our haughtie stomaks cold afford And thus our hate grew greater daie by daie Both thirsting for a Princely Diadem Nor cold the meanest thought of wise delaie Preâ—ons our wo our wrack our countreis shame On 〈◊〉 on wracke on ruine and decaie Ambition can not looke nor thinke nor dreame But for the Croun while wee 're a spyring thus Wee robd of what shold make it Glorious For with vs two two mightie armies rose To winn the Croun or lose our selfe and all Scotlands great Primat did himselfe oppose Betwixt vs then a treat of peace to call Who did so much at last wee made a choise Thus to accord and to agrement fall To iudge our right by Englands mighty King Who shold decerne which of vs both shold reigne Wherefore in haste to Englands King wee send Requesting him to take the cause in hand Who then prepard his conquest to defend In fertill Fraunce with many warlike band And their his large Dominions to extend By force of armes and by his valiant hand Yet for to put our Kingdom to a rest He turnd and bake to Yorke himselfe adrest Of learned men he twentifour there brought Whose graue aduise in this great worke he vs'd But lo my proud competeitor bethought Him thus If I and my iust right were chusd Than were he all vndon and threfore soght By some lewd meane to get mee quite refusd At last resolu'd to buie a Diadem With fowle dishonour and eternall shame Wherfore he dealt in secret with the King If him he wold preferre the Croune to weare By charter Seale by Oth and eu'ry thing He bound himselfe of him the Croune to beare And for the same his homage to resigne To whose base minde at first he gaue noe Eare The most part of the Lawiers parted thence All iudging me iust heire and Righteous Prince But counsell caused this mightie King to err Counsell of these that by dissention liue Still vrging him the Bailiol to prefert That for his guerdon would a Kindom giue But he that knew my right farr worthier Euen from my foes proud offer did deriue His argument and vnto me presentes The Croune if I fullfild the same contents Which offer base I plainely did refuse Wherefore King Edward in his wrathful Ire With Baliol decreits and did
should be restord Assisted theirto by the Cumins Aide The Cumin then of Carrik should be Lord This don we both Reioisd and both seimd glad But loe the Cumin traitrouslie repented Ew'n to his endeles Infamie lamented To Englands mightie King the band he send Declairing how that I him would betray Whoe gravelie did advise their with in end I soone was chairg'd to court without delay At mee the King requird if that I kend That band and seall yet did I not dismay But framd my countenance more bold and stout Offe'ring on morrow nixt to cleir the dout My Patrimony for a pledge I left And after to my Innis reteird Anone Our Hemisphere of day was then bereft Whill night spred fourth her sabel wings alone Such fearfull darknes ou'r the Earth she wef't As seimd to say in friendschip now begone Thus secreitlie alone I took my flight Helped by Joue and by the freindlie night Five Tyms had Hesper Titan warn'd away Five tyms agane did Lucifer Apeir Wiueing the glorious standerd of the Day On tops of Touring clouds reid whit and â—eiâ— And cheng'd their sabel hew to siluer gray When fyre Steâ—ds the golden carr drew neir Whill sullen night in towny sutes addrest Did schrink abak and shrewd her in the west When as I then Arriu'd like Fortuns knight Within the confins of oure kingdome old Then presentlie appeard vnto my sight Two valiant knights stout hardie fearce and bold The one wher of my brother Edward hight The vt her fleiming vnto those I told Cumins deceat and how by heau'ns revenger I had escaip'd so imminent a danger Thus tallked wee and thus along we pas Till by good hap a Messinger we met Who after streat Inquerie did confes He was vpone a secreat Message set To Englands King for Cumins busines Whose letters did requyre the King to let Mee soone by death from my revolting Mind Els Scots to mee shold shorthie be enclind Wheir Cumin was we vrgd him to declair Within the Cloister of Drumfreice quod hâ— Thither with restles speid we did repair And in the Church he seimd devotiuslie To kneile for as he sat we kild him their The which I fear his caus'd my miserie For that Jov's sacred hous we thus defild Rashlie with his sin gultie blood so wild Then was I soone receau'd of alas King And on my head I weere the Crowne alone I did a great and mightie Armie bring To rais my state cast doun from honors Throne In whose brave strength good hope I had to wring The reull from Edwards hand and Marching on With dreadfull Terror on the trembling Earth I pitcht my Tenis before the Wall 's of Pearth Whill thus I did my rightfull Claime beginn With warrs sterne shok and Trumpets dreidfull blast My kingdome by victorious Arm 's to winn Trew Scots with my Imperiall standart past The Lion fierce a field of Gold within Which seimd throw th' air agrumling Noise to cast Whose Chaine thus brok made mightie Edward quake Fearing much blood wold not his Fuerie slake But then eu'ne then began my Endles caire My sorrou's great my wo my wrack and all Proud fortun then did all Her frouns prepair Wheirwith she ever siince my hairt do'th gall For then she broght mee with a wondrous snair My Jnfamie my wrak my los and fall A Period long heir made the wofull king Sob's from his Breist send secreit Murmwring Yet in the sad confussioun of his mind This too too sad a Tragedie he told Within the towne of Perth then did we find The English armie with their Captane bold My Sold'ours harts to Battel all inclind Oft darr'd them forth with bravads from their hold But they nor we in warr more wys and warrie Knew by what means to make vs all miscarie The Gen'rall who Sir aymer Vallangs hight A herold send and thus he do'th direct him That day the Sabbath wes he wold not fight But on the Morrow nixt we should expect him And he wold soone abait My pride my might That was so bold thus fondlie to neglect him Yet I not cairing those his vanting words Would answer him with noght but spears and suord'â— Then chusing furth aduantage of the Ground Neu'r doubting that he wold his word infrenge Made all my Camp that eirst no rest had found Refresh them selfs in hope of blest revenge Thus all at rest when eche was sleiping sound No reest I got and which was yet more strainge A kynd of vncouth fear assaild my heart I neids wold ryis and furth I walk'd aparte Now was 't about the dead hour of the night While as the Watch in heavie sleip didly When noys of neighing horssis heare I might And throgh the Air men's voices found neir by I stood amazd till Phebe with her light Piteit my cause and made me to discry A mightie Armie Marching hard at hand As many thryse as those I did command I caus'd sound all arum presentlie Which made them with a showt to hast their pace And with their Drums and Trumpets roaring cry They make a sadd and dreadfull noyse allas Fyve hundreth of my Camp no more had I Yea those half arm'd with saintnes fear Embrase The rest were sleiping kild some fled along For lo oure foes wer tuentie thousand strong And nat'rall Scots the greatest parte of those Natural said I no most vnnatrall rather For these ew'ne these were still oure greatest foes Most Viper-like and worsh then Vipers ether For vs at last They forst Much ground to lose Freind gainst his freind the Sone against the father I stay'd behind their furie to gainestand Till softlie thence reteir'd my mangled band As Hunters keen that douth a parke enclose To take or slay the staige Deir hynd or hart So were we now en compast by our foes Six and my self the rest were fled a heart All which wer tane thought honor none did lose Eache hardie bold eache bare a valiant part Yet I escap'd out through these Squadron's strong So del't my fate to work my greater wrong Nor was proud fortune thus suffeisd at al With those misluks and these my greuous mo'ns Triumphing on my shame my fate my fall And heaping on a thousand wo's at onc'e But when my brok'ne force I did recall Vniting them for new Invasions I fand seuen tyms as many mo had left me As my fearce foes revenging sword bereft me And yet with those all hopeles hartles faint I forc't was to the Montans for to flie Wheir nothing els but penurie did hant Much trauel paine and sorow suffred we Yet none at all did pitie this oure want Tho we abode for them this miserie And which was wors this Terror did enseue Ev'ne native Scots did most oure liu's persue Ev'ne native Scots my life persew'd indeid Altho for them this task I vndergo Their welth to winn broght all my want my neid Yet for my Love dispight and hate they sho And this
yow and all the world beside In these and suche like speaches past these two The longsome night till Morpheus provide For drowsie flight who ou'r the Earth soone past And lights on them with lazie wings at last When nights swift cours with silence was outworns She givs a kinde fairweill vnto the day The wing'd Musitians which awake the morne With hollow throts and horned bills did play The Nightingale whose Musik Match dooth scorne The Maues that throw Forrest Echois ay The lark that warns the craftsmen of their pains And laborers that daylie toyll for gaine Eu'n as a Man in sleip that seems to heare Of Instruments and song a hevn'lie sound To them in sleepe such sounds did now appeare Their Soulls transported were when Ioys abound They hard the Aengells heav'nlie Musick cleir In Paradise it seemd them selfs they found Cloy'd whill they walk throw groves of all delight Sweit to the smell and plesant to the sight And in this pleasant Slumber whill they lay This fetherd Crue with their enchanting sound Above them on the tender twists do play Wheir Musicks weilset descant did abound When in the east arois the glorious day His crisped loks in siluer Cisterns drownd Waueing his golden vaill bright poure and cleir Wheir throw the clouds like crimsone flams apeir The Argument The Bruce dispersed host their Lord doeth know Who to Kintyre reteirs and their doeth sie An aged Syre that vnto him doeth show The heauen lie const ullations curtouseie And his blesd race and princelie stemm doeth draâ— From these rair purtrates in the heauens that be He showes eche Prince and doeth the lyne aduance To that fair matchles Douager of France Caput 4. SOft now my Muse and do not sore to hye Waed not in curious questiones too deep Let thy pure ground be trueth and veritie And learne the cheefest pointe's heads to keep Altho thou somtyme wantonize awry To recreat thy self yet softlie creep So neir the treuth as none may heare nor se To taint the chastest care nor sharpest eye The chyld doeth learne his lessone euerie day Yet play doeth oftin recreat his Sprite play sharpes thingyne makes pregnant witt's they say After long studie honest mirth is meet The purest trueth doeth harshslie rune away But sau'ed with Parnass streames it sounds more sweet The strengthes stomak waek and wanting power With sugar sweet accepts a portion sover Whill Bruce and Douglas sleepes and dreames of toyes That in their moystned braine impression makes Evne as the Day comes in they heare a noyes A noyes that suddanelye them both awakes Yet makes them both therafter to reioyse And greif's sad vale from their sharp eyes it shaekes For heaune blissd Bruce was so with patience cround Adversitie his mynd could neuer wound Altho he gravelie did vnfold his ill Vnto the valiant Count his woes bewaeling Yet with a constant minde he actes them still His cheerfull lookes and words so muche prevailling As in their heattes all thought of feare did kill And winnes their love their curage still appealling Who were his followers in eche wofull fight And could no danger feare if in his sight Which made them all way vp and doun to rainge Throw desarts Montains plains and Ferrests hore Bewailling their hard lots and fortuns strainge Their want of food but want of him much more They did lament and in this wofull chainge They sweare to venge his death or die theirfore For sure they thoght he by mishap did stray Amongst his foes when night did parte the fray Now were they come neir to the grove wheir he And Douglas slumberd soundlie in a dreme Who both awaekt rush'd furt he and streight they sie An armed man the King knew weill his name whome when he cald the rest did quicklie flie furth through the groves some feares and some thinkes shame Yet loue and ioie recald them all at last Before his feit them selfes they humblie cast So haue I fiene a moore-hen in the spring Missing her tender Brood throw desearts straying She in her throat some chirping nots doth sing Which when they heare with naturall loue repaying Her kyndlie cair in haist them selfs they bring And floks about her all her will obeying She seims right glad to sie her yung ones so Scap'd from the Daunger of their rawning foe When he vnlac'd his burnishd helme of gold His milde Sueit manlie countenance they knew Vertue and Grace diuyne they might behold Like Phebus beams from his fair looks t'ensew As Phebus draw's the dew vp from the mold His eies their hearts so from their bosoms drew Before him still vpone their kneis they fall To gratious hea'uens they render thankes for all He thankes them for their saith their trueth their love And to eche man did seuerall favores sho Soone after they from thence did all remove And westward to Dumberton glaedlie go From thence great Neptunes freindship wold they prove And th' Oceans watrie force they neids wold kno Shipd for Kyntire fleing the wind before Ere morrow nixt they saiflie came to shore The king his men in throgh the cuntrie sent With them the Errl of lennox for their Lord An vther way he with the Douglas went To sie what fauour fortuon wold affoord They trawelling allong with this Intent At last their way them to a wod restord Wheir half a myill at most they had not riddin When both to ryd one way were thus forbiddin Two vglie monstruous wolfs they might espy Had kild a harte and on the same was feiding Eche choosd a wolf his hors swist Paise to try For Boare-spears serud their launce in this proceeding Eche wolf his follower leads a sundrie way Their eger chase and ther persuit deriding What fortun hevins for Douglas had apointed We 'll after show now to the Lords anointed I mean the Bruce that brave and valiant Prince Who with an egger mind perseu'd the chace The wolf had left the wood and for defence Vnto a mighte Rock he rins a pace Breathles he seimd so slowlie running thence As made the Prince hope weill to winne the race He cuyts his horse rins vp the Rock in haiste But soone he loste the sight of whome he chaist His trevell lost he wold returne o're night Yet anye where to ryid he doeth not knoe The Rock he seis of such a wondrous hight As all the countrey round about would show Vp then he goes to view so fair a sight Whill he ascends the sone discendet low But e're he could vnto the top attaine Night spreds her painted vaile o're all the plaine In heavns heighe court the lampes all lighted shynes Which him constraind to searche some place of rest The montaines top was deckt with oakes and pynes Where nature hade a garden rairlie drest With fontanes walkes and groves without ingynes Of arte yet seemd of artes best skill poseest But sad it seemd to Nightes sad shad inclyning Showne to the Prince by Phaebes feble shyning
Eist his worthie praise shall fill To Ganges soundes the terror of his name But there a dreadful tempest shall him kill Yet of his death none dare the conquest clame His courage fearce shall arme his foes deceat And thus himself subdewes him self to fate Heer silence staies his tounge his speech is crost Both Joie and greef at once his heart opprest Greef for so rare a knight that should be lost Ioy that his death should cure riche Englands pest But now enamord of his worth almost The Caiptaine him intreatts to sheu the rest And needs wold know if heauens should nature will From such a roote to bring such branches still Ah quod his vncle thence doeth greef proceid For as great Joue ordaind ane hatred still Betuixt the serpent and the womans seid So shall his line beare vs and oures il will Whill their ambitious mindes on fame doeth feid Yet heaune shall raise for to with stand this ill A famous race their dreadful wraith to beare Whoe 's worth shall proue right fortunat in warre Now first of him discendes that valiaunt Lord Whoe 's heighe atchiuements shall his foes with stand His victoreis most rare shall be decor'd With valour flowing frome his conquering hand Yet crueltie in him shall be deplord Which hermitage doeth fatallie demand But for his valour worthelie renound Whoe 's deades almost are all by fortune cround Then cums his vnkle whoe 's all matchles brood Seems thundring flammes with fire consumeing breath A new deludge ane ouer whelming floode A storme that nipes our springes fair floures to daith For he like thundring Mars embreud with blood To dreadfull armes shall all his daies bequeath But reuling for his Prince with roialtie Too forwad in his countreies cause shall die His brother bold ane Englishe dame shall beare Whoe 's famous line in wondrous giftes exceids This man a mightie familie shall rare That shall the world astonishe with their deids Which at this time to sheu I will for beare Till thou haue knowne who from the first proceeds Who valiantlie in battell spends his lyif To bring to end his countreies endles stryif Then shall appeir that first great sheining light That dimes thoise blazing stars his heauins bright sune In midst of armes and thoundring warrs dread sight At him is honoures title first begune Conquestes first fruits deoth much ogment his might Penwick his wraith they wealth shall ouer rune And Berwick strong his angers birning fire Shall turne to ashe yet shall not quench his yre His brothers worth shall to all tymes be told Whoise sone shall sore on princelie Egels wings By wertueis rare and valour so extold That he 's preferd to princes lordes and kings In armes his fortune strength and courage bold Shall stryue whoe 's mereits most the muses sings From this faire imp shall spring a faerer tree Whoe 's fruit shall much adorne this familie But o thou Bellicous what man may know Thy verteus mind thy worth and warrlyk deades The brightest lightning of thy workes doeth show Daizling the beames that from thy peers proceides Heauins lampes remoues their painted sirling so To bright Apollos fyrie flamming steids Yea thy rare lyne thy rarest vertues cleames In whom still shynes thy former glories beames The deades of all thy deades doeth ouerturne All fortunes rare thy fortune foylleth still E're victor thow ne'r conquest shall returne And Yorkes proud walls beares witnes of thy skill Lastlie that euer famous otterburne Seals all thy conquests gainst thy countreyes will Whill thow thrice wounded victor sheeds a flood To dy thy latest triumphes with thy blood Thy valiant brother shall to the succeid Whose aufull looks presageth wrath t'insewe With him shall fortune lyk vayes furth proceid And Lintone battell shall his prais renewe But o his sone shall all that aige exceid In witt and courage strength and valour trewe To princelie steat in Europs gairden faire He shall be reasd and honours great shall beare Yet all in vaine since fortune proud heath sworne The worlde shall build no trophe to his neame Nature doeth him with such reare gifts adorne That shee invying cuts the wings of feame He tryes hir fauour oft but she doeth scorne His sute and doeth hit fauour quyt recleame Thus he whom nature freames for gloreis throne Fortune throues donne for fate to treed vpone Then cumes that lordlie Erle whoe 's pourfull might Is both suspect and feard and vist more small Whoe 's race once run his sones with out all right Most frie the vay to rule by their great fall Which turnes the Scotts calme day to stormmie night Whoe 's tempest threats the kingdome croun and all Yet he that must succed shall flie mischeif And vislie to his End conceall his greif This starr gone doune ane other doeth appeir Whose bolde minde feeds the flame of martiall fire Yet shoots furth beams illustred white and cleire Which shows to warre or peace a like desire At Honours croune he aims though ner'e so deare His conquering looks presageth martial Ire To honours great he shall his breether raise But he offends his prince who ends his daies His brother then inrag'd vpbraids there King Whose minds bursts forth a storme of desolation What he heapd vp in silence forth they bring A flood of warre a fearful invndation That wel might choake their foes or'e flowing spring But vented wrong flowes to their Princes starioun Yet this hudge flood eu'ne in the height shall turne And of a boundles Ocean seeme a burne For with the wecht of their owne heauie swey The currents swiftest motione they recal Their too too loftie mindes doeth mount so hie That skoarchd with Phaebus beames to earth they fall From topes of touring cloudes in warres bright skie Their smook euanishd throne dissolues and all For why the heauens ordaines no force of men To rouse the lordlie Lion from his den Yet their deserued fall shall not be such As shall extinguishe that most famous line Nor darkine shall their wounted glorie much Nor yet their former greatnes shall decline Tho pryde o'rethrowes whom ere he hapes to touche But they be vertue shall their thoughtes confyne Within the limites of their former worthe Wherin they stretche their friutfull braches forth Yet ends this reace their roume the secound lyne Obteanes and brings their wertues from the graue The first in worth and wounderous deads shall shyne If he from Shrosburre him self can saiue Nor shall his sone to anie vice inclyne But of dew praiss suift tyme shall him dissaue Whoe 's secound sone shall to the world bring furth A famelie of much redoutit wourth But to beare vp that hous lo one appeares Cled with the light of bright Auroras rayes Whoe 's great experience and whoe 's aiged yeares His Prince reiectes and still at Flouden staves With whom he leaues thrie sones him self reteires
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
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
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
other forme of speache I wold essay But Bruce that Fox now may not turne his bak God doth him thus wit hin this feild inclose That we may giue what death we list impose His brether by oure Princelie Syir was taine And Iustlie punishd were as they deserud And onlie but these two doth yet remaine By ws it rests they should alike be seru'd These Scotts which yet their small host doth containe Ar noght but Robbers poore and hunger sterud These ar not they that hath so oft before Fors'd oure bold English from the northern shore In this long warr all these ar spent and lost Noght but the dregs remains run is the wine Distroy them kill them scatter all their host We sie them els to fearfull flight incline This kingdome fair and lairge from cost to cost Tak yow for eu're Noght but the name is mine Dare one poore slaue gainst thousand Captans fight No no oure shad shall put them all to flight Whill thus he spoke the Scots on kneis doun fall And prayd to Christ whill as they did espy His Croce reard vp on hight before them all By him that â—â—uld Sanct Androes Priorie Sâ—e quod the King how they for mercie call Wheir at the English armie gius a cry But thus that Antient Graue and warlik knight Did answer him Sir Omphrauell that hight Your maiestie indeid hath spokin trew They call for mercie to the Lord of grace But at your grace they do no pardon sew Nor will they flie this mightie host a space The more their wounds the more their strength renew To sie their blood their valor doth incrces But if your maiestie wold ouerthrow them Vse this devise for surlie best I know them Before them let your armie seim to flie And yow shall sie them brak their Battells strong None with his Captane will commanded be Thus quyte disordred shall they be er long Tush quod the King I scorne they flight should sie When both oure force and valor is too strong Let these that feare them vse such craft or flie them We mind if they darr fight at all to sie them Thus martching on the English armie goes The Scots enflamd with furie hate and Ire Wold giue the Chairge but their wise Lord that knoes Their haist doth Curb and brydill their Desire Vntill the pits prepaired for his foes They could not shune and then he bloes the fire Of their feirce Curage when his will was done And both the armeis rush togither sone It was a wondrous straunge and dreadfull sight To sie these squadrons meit vpon the plaine How eurie soldior Captane Lord and knight Straue endles praise and glorie to obtaine The Scotts schrill trumpets thunders furth the fight Their foes send furth heaune deafning sound againe Both armeis seimd two woods their leaus that cast When Winter foorth his bitter breath doth blast Both sides approche their blooddie rage to glutt And terrible the coward seemes to be Hote furie flammes within and burnes without Blood heates their heart fire from their brests do flie Trew Curage and Desire had banishd Doubt Their hand and foote stroue with their thoght and Eie In gesture thus they were alreddie ioynd By thought their triumphes all were quikly â—oynd Earth shrinkes and aer was darkned with the dust Tumult ascendes whill thunder shaekes the ground Both armeis rudelie meet and brauelie iust Braue yet in show till terror beautie dround Swords sheeldes and helmes glistred like heaune almost Horror it self seemd first with pleasure cround Blood had not garde their armes caskes keep their head No members cutt nor murdâ—ed heapes lay dead But as in Autums first and fairest Prime The angrie wrath of heauins reuengefull King For hell bred sinns furth of sterne Boreas clime Scharp shours of hail with blustring winds doth bring So heir the shours of arrous lairger tyme Darkins heauins face whill throw the air they sing A heaune new framd of yron cloudes they view Whoe 's pearsing beames the vitall blood furth drew Ther stormes pourd doune whoâ—s haell wer yrone stinges And funde no earth but couerd horse and men And eche a wakning wound or death furth bringes Heaune sends doune suddane harme noâ— know they wheÌ„ Chance seemis trew fate hape killith hopes disignes But aim the archer spends no shaft in vane The brauest kills triumphing our his foe But he is kild of whome he doeth not kno Scotts worthie King that seis the harmefull wrong Done to his men by English archers kene Fiue hundreth horsmen sends freshe hardie strong Led by the euer famous Kâ—iâ—h I wene Who goes about and at their baks ere long With stiff strong launces all in reast were sene Through all their ranks they brak with furious might And beats them to the earth with sad affright Scotlands greate Merschall heir suche Valor shew As maks hâ—s glorie leiue in endles fame For more then seauintie tims he did renew Vnequall fight with Danger most extreame Greate Arandell in fight he did subdew And by his onlie valors lightining beame Foyld fiftie thousand warlik men of pride Whill scars fiue hundreth did with him abide Thus whill the fronts of both the armeis fight The greate Battalion of the English Host Fourth ouer the couered ditchis mairchith right Wheit more then thrertie thousand horse almost With groning Earth doth shak and turns to flight But such dreid Thunders earths wid bowells tost As tumbling in her brest doth vaune a way To suellow them in darknes hid from day Some break their necks legs arms their horse below Some smoird some crushd to Death with vthers weight Some horse and men with shairp stâ—oks persid throw The liueles truncks semis carued stone in sight This fearfull accident doth ouerflow Their fellous hearts with Horror Fear and Flight They stand not mairtch amazd they look at lairge Till their bold foes gaue them a furious chairge Thronging throu tanks ech wheir strous their way With Herror Terror Slaughter blood and Feare In harvest so reapers reap without delay A feild of Wheite of Oats of Rie or Beare And raizeth all the pleane nor maks no stay Till want of Corne mak them their task forbeâ—â—â— And Ceres-locks cut doun in heaps dothly Such heaps the Scotts still kills and passeth by Their angrie King that led them this doth view And brauelie from his troups doth furth aduance And wheir his steid he turnd or sword he drew The kild fell doun hurt fled his countenance From his fair eies dread Maiestie furth flew Manie fell doun struk with the lightning glance But better he whom he had kild before For these with teith and feit his curto tore And their were killed by his Princelie hand Seuin valiant knights whoe 's names hath time forgoâ— From rank to rank he martchd from band to band And whome he meits death sure must be his lot Stratherus old Erle their deid beneth his brand Whoe 's sone with
sorrow prickd with furie hote Did ferslie him assaill but all in vaine Death made him soone forget his fathers paine Now I almost forgot the wondrous deids Oâ— these bold campions set on ather hand Of this greate King who after him furth speids When first he left his battel guarde and stand And still on death on blood and murder feids Marching from troup to troup from band to band Yea these thrie campions fearles bold and strong Cut furth thrie bloodie lains their foes among So doth thrie mightie Cannons shot at once A front an armie standing all in gro The heaune with lightning earth with thunder grons Eche sirie bullet cuts the ranks in two Heir lyis the head and their the helmet shons A furlong thence the Bodie fells a foe Scheilds Arms and Legs heir monts and their doth mank And mak wid windoes deip in eurie rank And now the greate Battallion which they led Wheir yet remand thrice twentie thousand horse By their example all encuraged Rushd foreward on their foes with wondrous forse And in a moment all the plaine vas cled With corps whereon they tred without remorse Proud fortun seimd to froune vpone the Scot And victorie to croune the English loâ— Now seimd the Scotts too waik against their foe Squadrons of barded horse still beats them doun And these thrie campiouns that before them goe Thrie Wonder-wirkers conquering a croun Greate Bruce espyis this Dangerwrak and woe With noble wrath Ielous of their renoune Wold with the strongest cop by fatall chance And to the Argentine doth furth aduance O who had sene that fight so bold and strong Their was the Scooâ—â— that taughâ— the arte of warr These Masters were and had bâ—ine Loureat Long Nor Mars nor Pallas could the sight forbear Wondring on earth the mortalls all among To find such two as eune them selfs woldfear And think if these two onlie took in hand To conquer earth none could their force gainstand These matchles Lords those warriors bold did weild Two heauie masts rather then lances strong Two horse of Spaine furth bear them trough the feild With force alike they meit amid the throng O sacred Muse some golden phraises Èeild T'enritch my verse and guild my lais along Make of those lines a heaune reard throne renound Where lett this famous fight for aie be cround The fureous stroke made all the earth to quaik And Woods and montains echod bak the sound Yet could it not these valiant champions shak Nor beare them from their seat nor force a wound In fleinders flie â—heir spears their horses brak Their neks and both the riders lay on ground Yet vp they they flie with swords they soone addres By death warrs dreadfull sound for to suppres Both swordâ—â— weill couch'd eche at his waâ—d doth ly Their eies their handes their feit they wiselie guide Then ceasles stroakes thrustes foines and bloues they try They wardetrauerse reteir marchd leape a side Both giues and both receaues both falsefie Both shunes and both lyife garding wardes prouide Both oppin stand for death like despirat louers Which craft in th' one the others art discouers The Prince on futt was readie suift and light And could with stand the Argentins bold sute Who was on hors more skilfull in the fight But he more stong mote quik to execute Sir Gilles hade more art and cunning slight The King more painfull kein and resolute More fearce he was his foe more could and slie And yet in arte both seemd a like to bee The Prince vpone the Argentine would enter Shuning his doun-right blow his strength to teame Then at his heart the Argentine doth ventre Which whill the Prince strikes by he doth reclame And paintes his brest too cuning was the painter For show of blood floues furth a bloodie streame Which so inflammed the King with curage fire Arte now reteird shame bringes reuenge and yre This knew the knight but would not seeme to know Whill as greate Bruce his brest to daunger laid Whereat the Argentine soone reacht a blow But left his syid quite naeked to inuade The worthe King first shunes his furious throw And then a wound both large and deip he made This his reuenge the prouerb old belied Heir cunning Arte and furious Raige agreid Whill thus they striue and double wound on wound Bold Edward matcht with Pembrocks Erle in fight Of whome fames sweit shâ—ill trumpet shall resound From Jude to Oâ—kades their praise their might Deseruing weill with Glorie to be cround And in all age to shine with glorious light Their woundrous strength their Curage ech did shâ— But nather side aduantage yet doth kno Now Englands King not one darres match at all Whome blood and death attends throu all the feild But woorthie Hay his curage did appaill No daunger maks him shrink or fear or yeild Alcides club with more strength did not fall Vpone that mightie Tirrant Brouseirs sheild Then on the helmett of this dreadfull King The Erle his feirce and furious bloes doth bring Eune their wheir goold and perll and pratious stone Vpon the Prince his curious helm was wroght He lightis and cleft the cask which brightlie shone And to his horses crest his head doune brought For paine th' inraged King sendes furth a grone Trembling for 〈◊〉 whill dreid reuenge he soght And on his helme he gius a blo so rood That from his noise and mouth Isht crimsone blood But to repay him when the warr-lik knight Hade lift his sword gone was the Prince in rage Still wheâ— his furie ledd him through the fight No generall ought a combat for to waige But all this while in equall ballence right Both armeis stand conquest departes the staige But in the left winge with the Douglas bold Great Glocester a bloodie fight did hold This was the man that swear to Englands King To bring the Bruce capteiw in chaines and cordes The Douglas fand him aiming at the thing A band of knights with him thairto accords But furth to combat Douglas did him bring In spight of all these Sold'ors knights and Lords A squadron strong at his command had foght With them and both almost were broght to noght These campions strong thus fought a Battell bold Troy neuer vieud the like in all her wrack Their Skill their Strength their valor to vnfold My slender Mâ—ise darrs noght in hand to tak But sure I know the worthie Douglas wold Noght leaue the fight till his proud foe he mak To yeild his nek beneth his conquring bled And for his fault his guiltie blood he shed This done he marcheth throw the host at last Working new wonders still wheir euer he goes Close ranks he breaks and oppins as he past Before his face still fleis his fearfull foes He seis braue Randolph haisting conquest fast And craftie Omphrauell beat by his bloes Steward the great with Hartefurd striuing standes Whoe first should gett a kisse of
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