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
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
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
greate Englands harms But lo Argill coms with their Erll whoe 's sone Yet to repent his wrongs hade not begone Scotlands greate Iustice is that aged knight And oure the Irish-Scotts greate reul he beir These men ar active nimble quik and light Light is their raiment armour none they weir At all tims reddie for to flie or fight Weill made weill fauord cleinlie smooth and fair Their som what rude yet mild if mildlie vsd Most cruell in reuenge if once abusd Of these two thousand Archers broght he furth And with tuo handit-suords and schirts of maill A thousand more of much redouted worth Fiue hundreth horsmen bold for to assaill Barrons and knights all sprong of noble birth Guards him gainst whom his foes could not preuail These Gallants braue were much to be commended All of his name and of his line discended And from the west came furth a valiant band Which did consist of twise fiue hundreth horse Quik agill reddie for to chairge at hand With sword or lance all of approued force From Lennox and Dumbretons plesant land Whoe 's flourie Mairg still seimeth Amorous Of tumbling Clid whoe 's Billous striue in vaine To wond the bossome of the western Maine These to obey their gallant Lord was glade Lennox good Erle that neu'r serud in vane The last braue troup was also brauelie led A thousand horsmen they did weill contane By Glasco Iruing and Ranfrew wer bred These men in Boots strong Ile did some remane Scotlands greate Stewart was their Lord and heght Walter by name wise valiaunt bold in fight These ar the troups and bands that heir wer broght And all were bred so neir the artik Starr That cold keips in the heat whoe 's pours hath wroght Strength in the heart and their vnited ar Which maks them fierce curagious bold for oght Marcheld for bloodie Mars and meit for warr But yet seaune Erles and threttein Lords did sho Them selfs in Arms to aide the English foe Yea manie Lords and Erlls haue I forgot That to the mightie Bruce assembled heir Whoe 's geatnes vntill now no pen did not Englands good fortun did so weill appeir Whill Joue him self did fauour still their lot Wherfore they wiselie did them selfs reteir As cannons fird gois bak that earthe may wonder When they aduance their all distroying thonder So these inflamd with fire of hot disdaine Reteird with greif with hate with lose with ire That with the greater force they might againe Aduance their lightning wraths-consuming fire And then a thundring tempests wold they raine Crushd from the suelling clouds of their desire Which to the King and all should weill declair That barren treis could now both bude and bare Now passed was eche troup eche squadron strong When to the camp their Prince his course furth bent And all his Princes go with him along To hold a counsall in the royall Tent Meane while the Douglas all his foes among Walkt for to kno their number pour intent At Beruick fair he had arriu'd vn-sein For their this mightie host did all conuein The Argument The English armie furth before their King To mâ—â—ster comes and all their foraeigne aid Doug as returnd recounteth eurie thing Ditchis t'intrap his foes greate Bruce hath made Randolphs rare fight fair conquest first doth bring Bruce Beumont kills the English dooth vpbraid The Scots with tants two Brabanders defend theme For which the King vnto the Scots doth send theme Caput 16. STrong Beruiks toun on Scotlands fronteir stands Their wheir with siluer streams the Riuer Tueid Diuyds oure kingdome from the English lands And wasts his waust ' enritch the Ocean flood Heir broght the Monarch all his warlick bands At whoe 's great name all Europe trembling stood And eurie Lord and eurte Prince and King Some gold sume gifts and all greate aid did bring This mightie Prince his poure assembling sought To kill the Scots or send them all in rout O're whome he streachd his Empyre with a thought Nor for to work the thing had anie dout Douglas his way eu'ne at that hour him broght When this hudge armie Bervicks walls about Incamped lay and when to sie eche crue The regall throne reard on the walls they view Him self in glorie sat vpon the throne A diadeleime vpon his head he wore A paill aboue of glistring gold cloth shone He trod on carpets ritche in pratious store Poudred with stones the robs which he had on And streight in ranks repeared him before His armed guard thus set each troup he knoes Whilst on the plaine there Martiall glorie floes Their Squadrons first the cheirfull English shoes In thrie Battallions eche a seu'rall guide By Seuerns streams from waills and Cornvaill rose Some threttie thousand stronge that did prouide Armd with their piks swords targets to oppose Their thretning force against their foe defide By Monmouths hardie erlle this host was led He raignd he reulled in his Princes sted And fiftie thousand horsmen soldiors good From Trent that pairteth England Iust in two To Thams and thence vnto he British flood These rose in glistring arms a warlick sho Like Mars him self eche breathed warr and blood Whoe 's sight wold vanquhish eune the boldest foe Led by two Princes of heighe fameleis Greate Arrandell old Oxfoord graue and wise To Humbers tumbling waus from siluer Trent And thence to pleasant Tueids cleir christall streams Came fiftie thousand Arches with Intent To die or win in midst of most extreams All these were of approued hâ—rdiment These Englands most triumphant conquests cleams As theirs and this greate host commanded be By Glocester the bold and Hartfoord slie From threttein regions fertill fair and good Of Scotlands Kingdome which did yet obey To Englands King and held in seruitude By his all conquering force vntill that day Came fiue and tuentie thousand warriors tude All Horsmen braue and bold for eche essay Sir Ingrhame Omphrauell led these along A subtill warriour craftie wise and strong Nixt vnto them came fiftie thousand more Grose men of shaip weill limd both strong and tall They croc'd the seas from Irelands craggie shore But slightlie armd sum weirs no arms at all Their cheifest strengths ar woods and montans hore The English deput was their generall And vnder him Fits geralds cheif kil-deir With greate Oneill and Desmont reull did beir Then came his subiects and confed'rats greate Whoe 's limits stretche along the Baltik cost And these ritche cuntreis Charls the fift did quite To his deir sone but soone that reull was lost By Spanish tirrany which heigh dispite All Europe since her deirrest blood hath cost And warr that els wheir doth distroy and waist Their both cluilitie and wealth hath plaic'd Allong the foote of Piriane montans faire A ritche and fertill region doth remaine Famous by that greate Bartell lost of aire Against the Infidells by Charle maine His famous Nephew Rolland lost
My royall Lord quod he atâ— Berwike strong I stayde til Englands armie came from thence I veiud and walkt their squadrons all among I saue that monarchs greatt magnificence Whoe 's Royall pomp and mightie pouer in watt Surmonts all European Princes farr The number greate of that so mightie host Passeth thrie hundreth thousand as I think They couer all the land from cost to cost They spoylâ— the contreis dry the floods they drink Thither all Europe gatherd is almost And if proud vaunts be deads they scorne to shrink But in a word suck their confussioun is Joue be our aid they shall the Garland miâ— For of the greatest part of all their bands Both horse and fute their disciplein is small They kâ—ip no ranks their captains stil with stands They knou no drum noâ— trumpets sound at all Naiked vn armd their wapins fâ—w commands Onlie the English archers bold and tall All valiant men so weill traind vp in warrs Or pace should raigne from heauin they 'il tear the 〈◊〉 And their is twentie thousand horsmen more That alway on the King him self auait's Earth can no brauer men then these restore The rest of English knoes no war lik feates Nor were they euer vsd to warre before But hope of Lordships rents and heigh estaits Hath broght them furth for all this Kingdome great Is geu'ne and Scotts by thoght distroyed quit And that your grace should not eschaip their hands Two knights vnto that mightie King hath sworne Dead or aliue to bring yow bound in bands T'abid what Death he list impose inscorne Of your new croune which each of them demands In meir disdaine their trophes to adorne Greate Glocester is one as doth apeir Sir Henrie Boem the vther hight I heir They to your brother and my self applyis Greate torments too for out so bloodie mind This said furth from the Princes angrie eics Flea sparks of wrath flams from his face furth shind Praise be to god quod he our enemies He blinded hath and that Kings hautie kind He hardnes still with Pharaos so his shame And fall I wish may glorefie his name Now stronglie were the Scotts encamped their Where Banoghes burne mongst shaddie bankes doeth plaiâ— The Torwood neir within a valley fair And for the battell their they neids wold stay Whill as this worthie Generall did prepair To stoppe their foes least they should find away Them to encompas round which threatning storms Their multitude might easilie performe Wherfore eune their where their great host should stand With ditches deep the plaine he overclâ—d Wherein sharp Staiks were pitâ—d at his command Then cuninglie againe al couered The enemie by this was hard at hand Whoe 's squadrons lairge ouer al the land was spred When their for-front was at the valeis end Their last Battaillon did thrie leâ—gues extend Wherefore the King his matcheles Nepheu sent With him fiue hundreth Martiall men of warr Doune to a way that throu the valey went To sterling castell and would neids debarr That hold of aid yee he would still preuent His foes great slight or strength thus broght from faâ—â— But this his forsight did the sootherne know That would ou'r shoot him self in his oune bow Cliffords braue Lord a bold and warlik knight They sent before the hoist a mille and more With twice four hundreth horsmen swift and light That choos'd from all the armie martchd before Ane other way to Sterling go they right Bruce seis and sends Randolph this chek full sore Thy Garlands cheifest flour is lost this day If those haue past the way wheir thou doest stay They craftilie escheud wher he did ly Nor feard they him nor anie erthly foe But they another secret way wold try And by him were they past er he could kno Yet he his vncles bitter tant doth wey Which stung full deip but he concealls his wo His silence shoes he bears a generous mind That of a Iust reprooff best fruct will find For with his band he follous hastelie And ouerraichst them like a storme of wind They scorne from fewer them themselfs to flie And for to giue them battell turns around One knight ambitious of some victorie That for his valour had bein much renound Before the rest him felf did fare aduance And challengd Randolph for to brek a launce Glaidlie the erlle accepts and furth he goes A strong stiff launce into his hand he bore Swiftlie their steids bore furth these noblle foes Yet their desirs farr swifter came before As Boâ—eas brok from erthin prison bloes Eune from the Toples heights and craggie shore Of Coucasus the clifted rocks a sunder Such furie bring they Earth-resounding vnder Sir Williame Hauecourt hight the English knight Whoe 's speir too weake to harme so strong a foe Beaks on his breist but his stif launce doth light Beneth his curas sklenting vp ward so As from his head of heuines it got a sight His helme then lights vpon the earth belo Furth at his croune the spears point lookt and thence Bears him to earth then breks with violence This deed prouocks the Scotts aduancing light And doth inflame the English all with Ire A shout the Scotts encurage to the fight Of English wrath still silence blous the fire Braue Randolph cairs not fears not all their mightâ— Nor for his men wold stay nor once retire But through the rout he breaks with wondrous forâ— And stronglie bears to earth both men and horse Rudlie both Syds togidder rushith in And blow on blow they giue and wound on wound Death Horror Blood from rank to rank doth rinn Yet nather side wold shrink or lose their ground Whill Scotts thus striue to keip what they had winn And English to repair their lose new found The valiant Bruce was sodainlie assaild With in his camp yet his awin worth preuaild And thus it was the wantgaird of his foe Still marcht two leagues before that mightie host Straight touards him they cume or he culd kno Who sheam'd within his trenchis to be forst But in the plaine him self did quiklie sho Drew foorth his bands in haist no cyme he loft Nor could his foes refrean from fight at all Still as they marcht for battell still they call Yet did the rest of this great armie stay Two leagues from thence encamped one a plaine The King comandit so so they obay The day neir spent to fight war all in waine The wantgard knew not of this new delay Nor with such strength dâ—rs leasie dout remaine One hors and foote they fiftie thousand wer Led by that mightie erlle of Glocester The Scotts broght furth by their braue worthie Prence His cheirful looks did conquests hope restore Encuraging each one to mak defence From band to band he rode the ranks before The English knew him by his countenance A Mass or Brasen staf in hand he bore Whill thus he rode Sir Henrie Beome espi'd-him And to performe his promeis past he
swallow'd vp of mankind most abhord If any should Inquire for worthles Mee Say that some Rav'ning monster me Devoir'd And let my Name O? fame forgotten be Let al my day's t'obliu'on be Restoir'd Lest thou O tyme theirwith dishonor thee Thus Rol'd in clouds of smook let it be said That such a One was neu'r fram'd nor made Thus while he lay half dead for greif and wo A herauld came from Englands mightie king And straitle charg'd him haistelie to go To york and all his princes their to bring And homage dew for Scotlands kingdome sho Which brought the Nobill's secret murmuring To light at last and thus they work with all To mak him sie his Error shame and fall Saltons great Lord that Abirnethie hicht he had vniustle wrong'd A huinows thing Wherfore from him in all his Princes sight He did Apeall vnto the English king This heigh disgrace he took in great dispight For in Contempt with all it did him bring At last he casts about to right the wrongs That to his Endles Infamie belong's A message to the English King he send For to discharge that base infamous Band Since he without consent could not pretend Thus for to Slave a frie-vn-conquerd land But too too late Repentance Coms in End Thus shallow with deip Iudgment doth with stand So children vse for to repent their Error When nocht Remains but Punishment and Terror The mighty English rise in dreadfull arms Still threatning Blood wrake ruin vengeance sorrow Performing still their vow 's with griefs harms That from their firie wraths new woes did borrow Faire Fortune towks their Droms with lowd allarm 's And waits on bloodie Mars from day to morrow Whose dreadfull Trumpet blow's a deadly blast And rowls our daie in doulful night at last First Barwick tane was by a subtil traine Wherein seau'n thousand men of Arms were lost Woemen and children pitiles were slaine None left aliue of Scotish blood cold boast Now at Dunbar foure Princes did remaine That had conueind of Scots a mightie hoste But hâ—te of Baliol such dissention brings In his dispight they loue their foes design 's Which caus'd a straunge vn-lookt-for long decay For English Edward Marcheing ther in haist Encountred them Impatient of Delay Amongst them selfs in wofull factions plast Now Edward Causd mee in his camp to stay For to my loue were most of them addrest So when the armys ioyning did abyd Twelf thowsand turnd vpon the English syd This was full sore against my will God knows Nor was I euer privie to this treasson My Deids on Edwards side was but in shows Nor could I disobey him in that Season On no les paine then huntington to lose But ah these foolish Scots had no such Reason Whoe by their new discord struk blind with wrath Wold mak mee cloake vnto their brokin faith For they vnworthie of the Scottish name Against their Cuntreis friedome Rudlie stand Onworthie also of their Elders fame That gainst them selfs dars lift thair conquering hand When foraigne force could not their stomaks tame Them selfs against them selfs opposd they fand The Sone the father father kills the sone Eache kills his frend and help 's his foe to winne Such thinges were wrought by heaunes feirce destanye Becaus the land with sinne did overflow Evne as a statelie ship with sails on hie If iustlie poysd with ballance feares no blow Of windes but if o're chargd with weight she be Her speed is staiy'd impaird her glorious show Then angrie Neptunes foemeing surges beat-her And with decay the thundring tempests threat her Ev'ne so whill as in Scotland did remaine The sword of iustice feare of god aboue The loue of vertue hate of vice profane And whill the sptituall state the treuth did loue We saild in seas of peace and did obtaine Wealth honor all which landes most blisd do prove But once borne downe with pride lust blindnes error Our calmes of peace heavnes tempests shook with terror For mightie God that sittes vpon the throne Of iustice grace and mercie from that hight Did vew our sinnes in burning rage anone His countenance with fyrie flammes grew bright That heavnes did quaek for feare and Angells mone For men poore men at that astonieing sight Dayes glorious lamp nightes Queene heavens tapers stay'd Wrapt vp in clowdes at his dread lookes affray'd Within his wattrie pallace Neptun quaekes The roating streames were quyet whist and still His azurd crowne from crisped lookes he taekes His monsters all the lower Regions fill His forked scepter then for fear he breakes And to obey his lord and makers wil He myldlie fals before his mercies throne Whoe 's glorie made the heavnes with lightnings shone The solid earth did quak with trembling feare And downward seemd to change her wonted rowme Such grevous weyght and burdene did she beare Of hynous sinne whose punishement to come She did forsee as when throw subtel aer Dame Thetis foull with Alabastre Downe Fleis downe with wofull plaintes and mutufull cryes Before a dreadfull tempest doeth aryse The hellishe feindes that scatterd were abroad Through all the earth and for mischeif still soght Reann headlonges downe vnto their greislie god And was through these infernall kingdomes brought Where Proserpin with Pluto grimme abode Whoe 's rustie scepters were of yron wrought On thrones they sate bout which ferce feinds did rore Two heavie crownes of burning brase they bore Prodigious signes and wounders then were seene Which did presage what after might befall From the cold North did in our climat shyne A bright and blazing Comet and with all Reid showres of blood in sundrie had beene The last the latest warning of our fall Yet dreadfull signes and fearfull wonders sent Sinne made not lesse but iudgement did augment The Argument GReif haueing som what interrupt the Prince He showes at last his caus of discontent And followes furth with eurie tragick chance Wheir with proud Fortun erst did him present The wittie Count conforteth him and thence Desires him goe where Fergus ghost him sent Wheron they both conclude and with a dreame Sleep drownes discours at last in silence streame Cap. 3. O Subiect sad o sad vnsolid Muse In Cypres wreathd in murning blak attyre Blott confort out and in your layes refuse All mirth yea in your wofull task desyre Sad tragick tuns the which while you peruse In Nightes dark Inn's her dreadfull cave retite Tears serve for ink and if you ayme at mirth O sighes let all be smotherd in their brith But wailing Muse Ay mee why do you sho To outward view the onlie staine of Time Why in rememb'raunce of such horredwo Do you not weip to wash your wofull Rime O thry's Infamous Tims Inglorious O That this their shame had ended with their Cryme But hev'n and Time fate Fortun chance and all Had with Them selfs decreed them selfs to fall Where was the Conquering Arm 's the valiaunt heart's Where was wonted Loyltie now gone When for their faith their
confusdlie Iarring roar Such sound greate waters send from brokin shoar Or as when Raine by nights blak tempests borne Doun from heighe Rocks and mountans to the plane Stons earth and treis vp by the roots hath torne Till streams and all in one pit fall agane Whoe 's bullring noyse when cums the pleasant morne The herdmen frights that with their floks remane Such sounds their conflict yeilds and throu the aer Sends clamors groans and all th' affects of rear But thou braue Eduard was the first did wound And wounding kild and killing did affright Thy Enemers whill through the troupe redound The neus of thy greate deads which raise on hight Thy soldiers hairts their valor did abound With aufull strenght resistles still they fight And thou bold Hay aduentrouslie did venter Heuing a way nixt for thy troups to enter The woes Hay wroght an English lord their brings Whoe wonders at his deids at last in wrathe A darte he sends that to his labors sings And weill neir broght with it a haistie death Persing his Curace fâ—om his breist out springs A streame of blood neir wheir his life took breath Wheir with the throuer call's now do not bost If thou has kild thy blood appease their Ghost My blood quod he cums from an honord wound But this kein dairt from ane deceitfull hand To tell me of thy treasone it did sound And vows to ayme more right at my command By this the English campeoun was bound With chains of death no longer could he stand Death child his blood and strength within his vains For lo the Schaft send bak had perst his breans The warlick English Generall seis him fall And thrusts vnto the front or face of fight His brand he shaks so dreadfullie with all That many fanting schrunk out of his sight But oure bold Hay wold not his steps recall Whoe 's honord marche reproou'd their shamefull flight And for him self he wisheth death were ny So that braue Imp of Englands race might dy The conquering knight this while had march'd so fare And led his troups so brauelie on his foes That their they yeeld vnto the chance of warr Their ranks sore shakkin now much ground they lose Bak went the first their ordour quite they marr And then the Scotts with clamours hudge arose Some stuffs the chase whoe 's breists with curage boild And other some drew furth the deid and spoild Greate Odomer of all this nothing knew Whoe being woundit by the valiant Hay Enraged like a sauage bore he grew And with a fureous blow he doth him lay Senceles to ground and off his helmet flew Yea surlie this had bein his laitest day But that he saw his side go to the worse And turns to stay their flight his en'meis force He haisteth furth and shaems to sie their foill Whoe 's cheirfull count ' nance maks them all returne Against the Scotts whoe still dispysd their toyll And thikning their instructed pour's they burne With hote desire of their expected spoill And in that verie place wold they soiurne Whill as the light was pent vpin the skyes With swartish clouds of dust that did aryse Eu'ne as in Mills wheir Graine is ground non may Stand neir for dust blowne vp by breathing aer That turns to paled hew their bright array So from returning troups and squadrons faireâ— The clouds of dust suted the Scotts in gray Now fights the English fierslie to repare Their faults the Scotts wold keip what they had winn Both sides stands firme and freshlie doth beginn Bold hay recouered of his trance agane With angrie shame did venge him of his foes Searching for him that left him so in paine Many their life 's for their lordes fault did lose Whill he on wereid killing did remane And gainst wholle trowps he doth him self oppose Whoe 's good example cheirs eche englishe band And to their bold lordes work they boldlie stand Weill bakt with trowps this Mars-like man coms in Who 's deids strook feare through all the Scottish host Who lossing ground to flight doth nou begin But Edward Douglas Haye and Boyd doth cost Along their troups and here and there doth rinn Praising the bold and cowards still they boast Yet their braue deids preuaileth more then cries In leaders deeds the souldiers confort lies But worthie Bruce their harts with courage fills A cloud of Knights with spears shields he brings And as when sheepheards sees from tops of hills A cloud broght from the sea on Eurus wings Amazd they stand and gaze against their wills While heauen on earth a smoakee darknes wrings Which drawing neire to them affrighted then They dreue their heards into some couert den So darkning Earth with spears with swords with shields They came and in their breast a tempest broght To whose apparent wrath the English yeilds For they had seein what these before had wroght Of their left wing they quite had scourd the fields Thus quickly they resolue and with a thought All yeilds to flight and down their weapons threw Scotts kill anb chase til night her conrteins drew The Argument Bruce falleth sick neir to the Northern Shore Tho armie mutanes for his sore diseas Whom at that instant heauins to speich restore Els all hadd yit his speich doth all appease They fight with Buchans Erle and thence they bore Their Lord in spight of foes their camp they raise Auld Meldrums Battell brings his health agane He wins Sanct Iohnstoun with a subtill trane Caput 13. LIghts cheirful dame in saiffron Robs did shine Whoe 's siluer beams through eurie pairt disperst Of this Terrestrial Glob did nou refine The thikned air and leauie forrests peirst Wheir hills Groius dens and valeis deip decline To nights dark showis thoes shadowis broune it sherâ— When to the camp of conquring Bruce aspird Greate troups of Scotts of English thraldome tir'd And all that land soone to his peace was broght Bold Odomer nou like to burst for wo To Bodwell flies and then to Englaud soght No more to Scotland wold he proue a foe Thus was the thrid pairt of the Kingdome thoght Trew homage to their natiue Prince to sho The rest for Lord the English King did know By threttie thousand English held in ow Greate enemies had oure farr greater King In the greate north that natiue Scotts ware borne Their Buchans mightie Erle did proudlie regne That Cummernalds reuenge had deiplie sworne Brechins greate Lord like vengeaunce coueting And with them Sir Iohn Moubray they suborne With many more that by the Cumnings factioun Held many boundles Bounds in greate subiectioun To quaill their pride and tame their tameles wills Directlie north our dantles Prince doth go Crossing these farr renoumed toples hills Of Grangebene that Scotland pairts in two His euer famous name these regions fills With feare and terror of ensewing wo He led his famous captains with him all Saiue Douglas whom he left for to recal Trew Scotts to
conquests handes Long foght the knights but neither side wold yeild Equall their hope and equall was their feare Spears helms swords were stroud through all the feild Heads arms and legs by headles bodeis were Some dieing look to heauin leans on their shield In deaths pane some blood from their wounds furth tear These ranks to marche reteir or chairge that minds Trods on the bodeis of their slauchtred freinds Their horses kild lay with their masters dead And he to death that did his foe persew Now in his bosome laid his heauie head The conqueror by him he ouerthrew Is prest to death and findeth no remeid O're all confusione tumult and terror flow Their nather silence was nor noyse perfite But sounds of Death paine pitie rage dispight The Glorious arms that lait did glistring show Now blood and dust and myiâ— had dinid their beams Fear Herror Terror on swch hight doth grow That sullen pryde sunck doune no honor clames Her glorie stroud vpon the earth below O're all her beautie blood floues furth in streames Now Greif and Sorrow beats Delight fra thence And all doth look with wofull countenence Earths rairest King that all this while had fought With his fierce foe and geuin him many a wound Yet doubts who thence with conquest will be broght Such valor greate was in that knight renound At last to kill or die him self he thoght And with a strength far more then erst he found He thrustis againe and from his side furth tore A deadlie stream a flood of blood and Gore Ah matchles Prince when thow hes knoune the man Whoe 's days by the must now be brought to end Thow shal be like to burst for sorrow then No confort shall thy conquest to the lend He was thy srend thy deir companioun when In th' Englishe court thy youth thow hapt to spend No Fauor he at all to the did sâ—o But Vertuous minds lous Vertue in their foe The Argentiue that seis this bloodie sight Bathd in his louk-warme blood him self doâ—h stay Ire in his fanting hairt prolongs his might Feble his force for to renew the sray Furie Disdane and Raige mantaind the fight For strength was gone and Curage was away Lyfe leaues his toure and in the breache remaines That death shou'd gaine so braue a hold disdaines Vnitting his spent pours a blow he lendes The Prince that woundes his head and cuttes his cask With whoe 's laâ—t force and weyght doune he discendes Death winnes the breache beginnes his endles task Furth from his lippes lifes aged Syre he sendes Then on his faâ—e he spreds his doolfull mask 〈…〉 his soulle fleâ—s throw the cloudie Air Whoe 's greate name som tyme all the Eiâ—t did fear In thrie set Battells thrice he did with stand The Sarasins and still with conquest cround And twice beneath his all victorious hand With chains of death their cheifest Lords he bund But now when endles sleip did him command No longer durst proud Fortun their be fund Wheir English fight but she and victorie Rankt with the Scotts vpon ther enemeis flie The English Irckt and wiered then disrank All flie yea 〈◊〉 the boldest yeilds to flight Their Cullors throune away with thankles thank Threats Cryes and Plaints redoubles their Affright Their King still threats but still away they shrank For yet with him vnbrokin byds the fight Whole tuentie thousand horse with whom he wolâ— Their Fight or Die or Conquer vncontrold But as the seas when tempests past and gone That â—old her tombling waus vnto the shoaâ—s Of lait past storms retanes some shoues anone And heir and their sume swelling Billow roars So thought faint feare triumph ' do're these allone Some sponks of their spent Valor hope restorsâ— Wheiron sustaind their task they new beginn But wound on wound and death on death doth rinâ— The Carriens of the Scottish camp arose And see their Masters still mantane the â—ray Both Lakâ—ys Carters Wemen Slaâ—â—es and those That carage keept came in their best array And disperatlie wold assaill their soes So al should winn oral should lose the day Long napkins white vnto their staues they bind These seru'd for Ensigns wauing in the wind Whill thus the English fighting loth to flie Eune suddandlie appears into their sight An armie freshe that seimd in arms to be With th'eir their siluer Ensigns wauing bright They haste their pace and with a shout they sie That these curagiouslie intend to fight Disconfeit quite they now resist no more But flees that wold haue fled long time before The Scotts persew them in a dispirat sort Some through the plains some to the montans flie Wheir eu'r their headles fear doth them transport A whirll wind seims to beare them haistelie Thousands the tumbling forth of lyfe cuts short And thousands mo in flight their foes our hy Base deaths they seâ—k but fleis the death which lend In Glorious fight a fare more Glorious end FINIS The balio his vision not vnnecessare for the Historie The Historie of the Kings preceeding thâ— Bruce cheanged for thoes succeding after him This Historie not offeÌ„ siue to anie Sir Phillip Sidnie his saying Why the Kings discended of the Bruce are Compard to the constellations Resones why they at so compared To wit Fraunce The Scots arms a lion Other ways odomer de 〈◊〉 walenc eâ—il of peâ—â—broâ— The randell was an of the six * 〈◊〉 with Edward King of Eugland The Lord of loâ—â—ne his armie was abowe fyve thousand The â—iuâ—nall motion of the sphers Their naturall motion is snaued lyikwayes beginning at the Moue 〈…〉 The Prophets Praye Heir follous the constel â—ations about the Polls allooding to the Kings discendit of the Bruce ConstellatioÌ„ Hercules holds a Lion bound in chayns â—lluding to King Robert Bruce holding the Scots arms Constellatió Iason in the schip argus Dauid Bruce that sailit to FraÌ„ce wheir he stayit nyne Èeirs Induring the warrs against the Baleoll ayded by england but when hereturnit he broght home peace allu-ConstellatioÌ„ auriga draueth a cotch full of galeÌ„t youths Robert steuart the 1 of whom the Kingis of that name discended ConstellatioÌ„ Zepheus a Weiping for Andromada swane and a eagils one ether hand of him alluding to Robart the 3. Constellations Perseus releiues the vergin Andromadoe luding Imee the first who institute the colledge of iustice * Medusas hend constellatione chiroÌ„ the centaur with a lance holds a wolf by the nek alooding to lames the 2. a Zelous reformer of finne and wyce Heir the Prophet taks occasion to Intreat a litel of the begining of the hammiltouÌ„s Sir Iames hamiltoun that marcie King Iames the 2. his doghter K. Iames 〈◊〉 King Iames the 4. send hammilton Erll of Arran with ane Armje with the Danish King whom he reastablist in hjs kingdoÌ„ and after returned to his contrey with great glorie The Erll of Arran protector of ScotlaÌ„d in QueeÌ„e Marâ—is mi 〈◊〉 whoÌ„ the King of FraÌ„ce maid duge
of cha◠〈◊〉 ConstellaioÌ„ A Serpent in ether hand of Serpentatius alloding to Iames the 3. Reuld by 〈◊〉 the dasie who 〈◊〉 â—erpents poisoned the land with vice the caus of his fall Constellatione Indue ane archer marching to fight on fut Iames the 〈◊〉 who flighting on fut was sleane in flouden â—eild Constellatione Bootes is a maÌ„ stroÌ„g and pouerful Iames the 5. Constellatione Cassiopea is a quein setting in a chyâ—e quein marie douager of FraÌ„ce Berinicis crinis or celâ—â—es-cald the gaâ—land of hear Constâ—â—latione the north and south crownes on either syde of Polopâ— iâ—ax before him an alter Allading to Iames the 6. who ioyud the North and south crounes of Britans The north and south crouâ—s Corona Borealis Gorona australiâ— Godes wonderfull loue showin to him in his so many and notabile delyveries froÌ„ treson Sol monarch of ye north and Prince of Poets His eloqueÌ„ce sompaird to 1 Queene His Book to the Prince His wark cald the Battall of lepaâ—to His book against Magik His ansuâ—â— no that book sett furth in the nam of Bellasmin The discription of Stirling the birth place of Prince Henrie ConstellatioÌ„ Antinous a must â—â—â—ar beutifull Èouth a looding to Prince Hendre constellatioÌ„ Or on Merching in arms 〈◊〉 a river and a heir vnder his foot a alouding to charlis Prince of waills acording to the propheseis Hee as gennerall 〈◊〉 his father The vâ—arâ—â— following ar translated out oâ— the Propheseis 〈…〉 with the Propheseis Hiedra alluding to the greate Turk Corona australis Corona Borealis Cruâ— Hercules â—welf laboris A digression discriuing the Riuer â—o Propheceis Glaide 〈◊〉 He deit on performd this vow what for he send his heart to the holie groue This 〈◊〉 Thomas Rymour ane old Prophet who died abunt Sir months 〈…〉 King Robert hade a base soone that was erll of Ros of whoÌ„ is discrended the tuo famous families of clak mannan and erthe both surnemid 〈◊〉 Theis war his frâ—nds Theis englishmen whom they folowit was keipers of the castell of breithwick in arran A stryffe betuix the passions of the mynd and resson◠〈…〉 â—o it fell furth sone after A pitifull â—eild told the dougâ—â—e by a gentlâ—maâ— of dou glaifdail cald kenedie This captane his name was 〈◊〉 * This ould gentilman was callit dictione and is now cald simintone of yat ilk and duelleth as yit kard by the castell of douglas and hes his liuing of that hous for the same They war one a place cald the bred libank ouer against the church from the which they come ioind with the English as they come out of the Church It was euer efter called the douglas Ladner This capten heght thirsuall wha kipt the castell of douglas The race of ye douglas is from Sir Iemis to yis our tym Sir Iamis Douglas lord Douglas He triumphd seauintie seu'n tymes ouer his ennemies He buir his Princes heart to the holie graine He was thirteene tyms victor ouer the saracens He died in Spaine follouing the victorie too rashlie being inclosed be his enemies Anno 2330. The pâ—â—sies â—ls of Northumberland WilliaÌ„ Lord of lidsdail sone too Sir Iames of whom is discended the hous of 〈◊〉 Archibald brother to fiâ— Iames Lord of Douglas was regent of Scotland he faught halidone hil and being too fordward was slaine Anno 1333. Iohn Lord of dakeit of whom the hous of Mortoun is discended Whoe 's mother was one English ladie called Feres With first Erle of Douglas His breâ—â—â— was Archibald Lord of gallavay his son was Lord of midsdeall he mariet the Kings dochter whome the King of France sewed for in mariage of him is disceÌ„ded the hous of drumlenreik Iames erlle of Douglas sone to william first erle he dismonted the persie befotr neu castell and wan Otterburne being thrice strokin throu the bodie wheir he deâ—ld Anno. 1388. His brother was Called archibald grim he van Cintone Battell the Persie and the erlle of march Anno 1403. his sone was called archibald Tynman Was valiant but most onfortunat who was slaine at the battell of wernell in France Anno 1422. he was dâ—ck of Turin Lord of longuell and martiall of France his one Archibald erâ—e of wigtoune duck of Turyn and Lord of longuvyll his sone will duck of Turijn Lord of longuvyll he was behaded in the castell of edinburgh 1445 to him succeided his vncle grose Iames erle of abercorne Williame duck of turyn Lord of longuvyle he maid his tua brother erlls of morray and ermound and the thrid Lord of balvene anno 1452. Iames secound sone to thros Iames with his thrie brother of murray of mond and Bonenie a roise a gains the King and was pacified with tyt deficultie George first erlle of angous was sleane at shrosburrie ending the persie ageans the King of England Anno 1403. George secound eâ—lle of angous of his base sone called George the hous of boundward is cum Archi bald erlle of angus his sones and freinds var al sleane at flouden he vent hom him self being reprehended for god counsell Sir williame his secound sone leard of glenberuie his â— sone leard of kilspindie williame his bas sone Lord of Torthorall Archi bald sone to George mester of angus he marâ—ed the quine of Scottland sister to King Hendrie the 8 of England and begat margaret countas of Lenox mother to Hendrie dooke of Albanie father to King Ieames the 6. The foresaid archibald that Mareed the â—â—ine he wâ—◠〈◊〉 he died in Tamtallon Anno 1557. His secound brother Leaâ—d of pittindreich his 3. brother piâ—ot of condinghame Dauid sone to the Leard of Pittindrich succeided his uncle archibald erle of of angus 1558. Archibald soue to Dauid Erle angus died with out is hue 158. Williame the 3 from Sir Williame first Leard of gleÌ„beruie succeided Erle of angus he died Anno 1591. Williame his sone erle of angus died in pareis Annâ— 1611. He hes writtin then cronicklie of that name to which I haue refered most pairte of their actiouns Williame now Erle of angus The dissent of Erleâ— of mortoune Iohn Lord of dakeith Sir Iames Douglas his yongest brother he had tna sones the ouldest was Lord of dakeith the second leard of Iochleâ—in The discent of the lairdes of loghleuin The first laird of logh levin He was with arichbald grim at intoune battel Wheer heauing vin the enemies standard from the hand of Sir Thomas Kolbuth was the cheif of the victorie The second laird of logh levin who going with the Erle of buchan to france defended the passage of a brig there with thrie handreth agains the dooke of clâ—â—ens his armie whom he maid reteir inperseung forceie was kild The thriâ— leard of loghleuin The foeth leard of loghleuin The fift laird of loghleuin The saixt laird of loghleuin 〈◊〉 The seuinth leard who was alwaies with King Iames the 3 against the hums the habrons his good seruice was often times