valor their deserts Oure Elders mounted vp to honors Throne When Rudelie They Opposd their Arm 's and Arts In Belgia fair against this foe alone Such prais they wan beneth those temp'red Clim's As maks them famous to Eternall Tim's Indeed such praise and Glorie great they wan As these whoe 's grevous wrong's they cam to right Ingratelie and Vnnat'rallie began T'Invy thair greatnes and to feare their might How soone their Suord freed them of fo's eu'ne then Of them they make a Massacre by night And as a sad Remembr'aunce of this Acti'on Scots onlie gwards their king for satisfaction O had you foght your contreies honor still As those for honor from theier contrey came Your golden praise had gilt my rusty quill And with perfumes had fir'd my sacred flames But now my wofull song kinde Eies may fiil With teates and harts with sorrow for the same For had the Scots trew to themselues rem aind Long-shanks had not soe great a glory gain'd But O why am I thus with passion led For pardon curteous Reader must I sue Earths brauest Prince wee left within a shade Who hauing made a period did renew His woefull historie and thus he saied Now doth our endles tragedie ensue The Scots wee left still fighting at Dunbarr Them-selues against themselues O curel warr The rest of wofull Scoots that did remaine Perceauing this new losse and sodaine chaunge They fainted yet they fought for to obtaine That honour which their fellows did infringe Each one thus by his second selfe was slaine While as the English smils at such reuenge And thus whem nought but death to Scots ensue They yeald to Fortune not to Valor trew Now onlie English Edward was Renownd all yeelds to him and to his fortuns Rare He with our Auntient Diadem was Crown'd To him the Princes of the land Repaire Whill Baleoll in seas of sorrows Drownd By english Scots was broght in blak dispair Before great Edward when he did deny All title Right and soveraguitie Thus Edward made a conquest of oure crowne And homage did Requyre of all the lande Which sundrie Lords and Princes of Renowne Refus'd nor wold they yeeld to his demand And while the wrathfull heavins lookt mildlie dous They for a space wold flie his vengfull hand Wheirfore two hundreth yeowths he with him leâ— These were the first borne son'â— of those that fled Th'Imperiale Treassour hence he did convoy With all the Iewells of oure Diadem Oure antient monuement's he did distroy And from all time to blot the Scottish name He burnt with fyit what ere we did enjoy Wreits Books and works and to augment our shame The marbill chear oure oldest Monument He reft away wheiron these lyns were pent Ni fallat fatum Scoti quacunque Locatum Invenient lapidem Regnare tenentur Ibidem If fatall desâ—eines be trew the scots shall find this stone And wheirsoew'r They find the same their they shall Regne allow King Edward thus of all our welth possest And all wheir to we did good Right pretend To curâ—e toun a garesone addrest And to each Strength his captains did he send And english lords did in the land invest Of those that to his Scepter wold not bend Thus long we leu'd in care in wo and sorrow that alway did augment from day to morrow In this tyme lew'd a worthie valiant knight Most fortun at who Wallas heght to name Wallas by wit by valor fate and might Who Scotland thrise from Bondage did Recleame His coadherent in that cause of right Was that braue Mare of men the val'aunt grhamâ— Both fortunat and famous both wheirby Tho dead They Liue to all Eternitye Scotland the fourth tyme was in thraldome broght After good Wallas had relev'd it thrice When him betrayde by that accursed thought Of fals Monteith the English did surprise Eu'ne curst manteith by heauin's for vengence wroght By fortun fate and cruell Desteneis His Nations shame lyns blot and Cuntreis scorn By furies broght from hell or he was borne Whoe 's lawles act whoeis leud and haetfull name Polluts my virgin vn-polluted ryms Yet theese so calld As faultles I reclaime Thoght I vnfold his neu'r concealed cryms Let them not greive at me nor at his shame If they leiue spotles to Eternall tims I blame the Man but not the lyne discendit The deide but not the name is reprehendit Poore Scotland thus in all calametie While Bondage like ane Earth-quaik Rents the state Assunder quyte and still oure Infamie Incressing by the Means of priuat hate Oure selfs amongst oure selfs divided be Which maks this vncouth straunge and new debait Comfussion thus cast doun from heavins above Doth still Increase and can not yet remove Much I lamented this my cuntries wo And oft desird to remedie the same Till fortun heau'ns and fate at last did sho A meane to blaze abroad my secret flame To mak the variows wondring world to kno My great desire my Countreis will to frame Yet fortuns frowns on mydesigne sattendid And hevi'ne was with my rash attempts offendâ—â— The cumin euer Infamous for that crime Of mee a secret Parle did require And thus he said now fortun fits the Time whâ—irin thy right may to the crowne aspyr The variws myn lâ— beneth this variws clime Do now more stedfastlie them selfs Retire Wissing their curst allegaince now were broke Yet groane they still beneth the English yoke What glorie great the warrlike Scots haue woon From age to age all time can witnesse beare Scots onely keeps a free vnconquer'd croune Scots onely gaue the mighty Romans warre At whom beg'd peace the Romans of renoune Was 't not the valiant Corbred they did feare Who but the Scots the valiant Pichts subdu'd And warrlike Danes whose force seau'n times reneud But we eu'ne wee degenerat and bare Doe challenge yet from them our blood our being Tho prostitute to infamie and care Our selues eu'ne with our selues still disagreeing For courage feare for worth wit dispaire To vice inclining still from vertue flying Thus haue wee made our selues a woful praie Vnto our Foe ne're siene before this day Where is becom our Elders vallerous harts Their deeds their virtue and their conquering sword Their dignities their office place parts Their victories with Monuments decoird Their auntient Armes woone by their braue deserts Can these noe good noe strength noe wit afford No no I sie wee faint wee feare wee fall From honour Greatnes Libertie and all Yet that we may at their desertes but aime As those who shold inherit them by right Rise thou in Armes thy right for to reclaime My selfe my power my strength and all my might Shall follow thee my race and all my name Shall with Victorious Armes maintane the fight Giue me thy lande but when the Crown is thine Or for thy right therof Receaue thou mine Soone to these sugred words I did accord And then betuixt vs two a band was made That when I to the Crowne
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
Whoe 's greate begining gloriouslie was wrought When as the bloodie Danes their ensigns spred Heir to distroy oure natioun whill they soght As endles swarms in thousands Bie-hyus bred Such endles swarms these rude Barbariens broght Of armed sauageis tho still with stood And fild the land with Famine Warr and blood But when their Moone was full their Tyde at hight Oure Eb so low that hope and all was lost Thy first forbe'r stout Hey came to the fight Who with two sones allone their fortune crost Whoe 's valours onlie put them all to flight O wonder thrie our cums a mightie host But so Joue wild that from so fair a spring Scotlands greate Constabill his stream should bring Then fertill Fife nixt musterd foorth hir brood A land by Nature fair and ritche by arte From Tay's great streame to Forths cleir christall flood She gathers furth her bands in eurie parte Erlles Lords and knights they all ar horsmen good Thâ—â—â— thousand chosen men of heighe desarte Rothes greate erlle and many erlls beside Amid these troups spred furth their Ensigns wide Thrie thousand more came furth of Louthean fair All Princes Lords and knights and men of fame Wheir Setons Lord eume Weintons erlle did bear Not meanest reull with vthers of greate name Angous greate erlle aâ—d Morton bothe was their Tho other cuntries fair might them reclame Wheir they bore reull with many barrons more As Gems doe ringis whose worths that land decore Then Lithgoes schire and Stirlings pleasant land Seauin tims five hundreth men of armes forth send Their Liuingston our Lithquhow did comand Lord Elphingstoun his aid did likewaies lend Monteiths old erlle broght furth a chosen band A gallant rout on Erskins Lord depend From Câ—yde that cam all thes and many mo As floods to th' ocean to their soueraing flow Perth and Sâ—ratherne two regions fair and bred Send furthe two thousand hardie knights on horse Stratbern and Drumond erlle of perth furth led The greatest pairt of all this martiall force And hâ—it the Morrayis turth ther ensigne spred Who from Morauia bring ther ancestors A doughtie race of people bold and sterne Led by that valiant Lord of Tulliberne And Bunkills Lord their cam that Stewart hight Whom Douglas with braue Randolph took of yore When Huntles mightie Lord by honord flight Eschaipt from Jedward as you hard before He broght a gallant troup and wroght so right That to his Princes peace he did restore This Adam Gordone huntlies noble Lord With virtue and with valour much decorde He is the Mers a mightie reull did bear Eune he of whom heauns maker had decred Such Branches still should Spring as should vp rear That house to such a height as now his seid Ring 's in the North nor can tims aig out weare Their greatnes worth and vell deseruing meid Nor can it be amise for to repeat From South to North what causd them cheange their seat This Lords braue sone in Mars his bloodie feild In spight of thou sands of his armed foes With conquering suord made Atholls er'll to yeild That in dispight of Scotlands King arose And to the English foe became a sheild Till they the secound time procuild new woes For which braue deid his Prince did him declaire Lord of Strathbogis fertill region faire His race ay since oft mixt with Princelie blood In the greate North doth worthelie comand From Bogyis stream too Speyis greart famous flood And famous made their name in manie a land And to their Prince hath done suche seruice good As in the hight of Glorie still they stand So litill springs of fair cleir christall fontains Become greate floods and sueill ore toples montains From thence greate Lords arose whoe 's virteus rate Might well by fames eternall beayes be cround Of whom our cuntreis vriters at so speare That in obliuions floods their deads ar dround Whoe 's worth greate woloms cold not all declare Deseruing well for ay to be renound Yet vriters bleamles ar eas may be seine For of renoune all Scottâ—s hath carles beine Which maks them yet vnto the wordle obscure So thâ—t most parte of Europe doeth not know them Altho their woorthie actions might procure Our all the Earth in glorie for to shou them What Homers paines can make their name indure Prais them aliue lett death quite ouerthrow them They scorne their wealth should â—herish learning treâ— And after death to look for paiment deu But soft my Muise faint not for all they paine This famelie doth for the worlde prepare A youth who seiks too waish away that staine From this greate hous with Magnanimious care Whoe 's Martiall heart heauen neuer framd in vaine Like to his valiant Syres that might compare With fortuns knight for happie succes still So fortune shall his braue desings furth fill O this is he that most one day propine Me with the flowing subiect of my song Vpon whoe 's brou such glorie greate shall shine O Muise my zeall inflame with furie strong His cheracter to paint with tinktor fine Transparent neate and cleir my laies among All mistereis thou know is beneath the skies Then lead me in whear his rare fortunes lies What is he then O bodlie may thou say In his ritch Soull all faculties inshrind Whoe 's sweitt complexion beares a mutuall suay Of all the elements in peace conioind With such a loue and fraudles sâ—â—pathie As all commands yet all obeis the mind His temper fine doeth moddell furth aparte The rare ingine of nature heaune and arte Time shall not cheange his purpose soleid ground His course no course shall let or bear awry Fortune in chains his fortitude hath bound Nor Iudgements sharpest cleir and subtill eie Can pry wher danger once his heart shall wound His matchles mind is Eleuat so hie Yea Nature of her Treasure Wealth and Store Giues him the key and lets him opp the dore But o how am I thus with pleasure led Amide the wildernes of his perfection Where hauing thousand sondrie waies to tred My self may lose my self without derection From such a laborinth I most be fred To hold my wandering wits in some subiâ—ction Their wher thow left deir Muse retourne in haist When Gordons Prince him in the North had plac'd He did not leue by south his seatt so beare But of a younger brother is discended From that same Stook a race whoe 's virteus rare Hath worthie still bein iudg'd to be comended But pardon me that stands for to declare The race of which I not so much intended Yet if I bring more from obliuions brink What reasone i st they should in Lethe sink This Huntlâ—es Lord greate Gordone with him broght A thousand horsmen clade in glistring arms All these cast of the English yock and soght After the dreadfull sound of warrs allarms From Huntlie and long Gordone some all thoght The Mers obeid and feard
greate Englands harms But lo Argill coms with their Erll whoe 's sone Yet to repent his wrongs hade not begone Scotlands greate Iustice is that aged knight And oure the Irish-Scotts greate reul he beir These men ar active nimble quik and light Light is their raiment armour none they weir At all tims reddie for to flie or fight Weill made weill fauord cleinlie smooth and fair Their som what rude yet mild if mildlie vsd Most cruell in reuenge if once abusd Of these two thousand Archers broght he furth And with tuo handit-suords and schirts of maill A thousand more of much redouted worth Fiue hundreth horsmen bold for to assaill Barrons and knights all sprong of noble birth Guards him gainst whom his foes could not preuail These Gallants braue were much to be commended All of his name and of his line discended And from the west came furth a valiant band Which did consist of twise fiue hundreth horse Quik agill reddie for to chairge at hand With sword or lance all of approued force From Lennox and Dumbretons plesant land Whoe 's flourie Mairg still seimeth Amorous Of tumbling Clid whoe 's Billous striue in vaine To wond the bossome of the western Maine These to obey their gallant Lord was glade Lennox good Erle that neu'r serud in vane The last braue troup was also brauelie led A thousand horsmen they did weill contane By Glasco Iruing and Ranfrew wer bred These men in Boots strong Ile did some remane Scotlands greate Stewart was their Lord and heght Walter by name wise valiaunt bold in fight These ar the troups and bands that heir wer broght And all were bred so neir the artik Starr That cold keips in the heat whoe 's pours hath wroght Strength in the heart and their vnited ar Which maks them fierce curagious bold for oght Marcheld for bloodie Mars and meit for warr But yet seaune Erles and threttein Lords did sho Them selfs in Arms to aide the English foe Yea manie Lords and Erlls haue I forgot That to the mightie Bruce assembled heir Whoe 's geatnes vntill now no pen did not Englands good fortun did so weill appeir Whill Joue him self did fauour still their lot Wherfore they wiselie did them selfs reteir As cannons fird gois bak that earthe may wonder When they aduance their all distroying thonder So these inflamd with fire of hot disdaine Reteird with greif with hate with lose with ire That with the greater force they might againe Aduance their lightning wraths-consuming fire And then a thundring tempests wold they raine Crushd from the suelling clouds of their desire Which to the King and all should weill declair That barren treis could now both bude and bare Now passed was eche troup eche squadron strong When to the camp their Prince his course furth bent And all his Princes go with him along To hold a counsall in the royall Tent Meane while the Douglas all his foes among Walkt for to kno their number pour intent At Beruick fair he had arriu'd vn-sein For their this mightie host did all conuein The Argument The English armie furth before their King To mâ—â—ster comes and all their foraeigne aid Doug as returnd recounteth eurie thing Ditchis t'intrap his foes greate Bruce hath made Randolphs rare fight fair conquest first doth bring Bruce Beumont kills the English dooth vpbraid The Scots with tants two Brabanders defend theme For which the King vnto the Scots doth send theme Caput 16. STrong Beruiks toun on Scotlands fronteir stands Their wheir with siluer streams the Riuer Tueid Diuyds oure kingdome from the English lands And wasts his waust ' enritch the Ocean flood Heir broght the Monarch all his warlick bands At whoe 's great name all Europe trembling stood And eurie Lord and eurte Prince and King Some gold sume gifts and all greate aid did bring This mightie Prince his poure assembling sought To kill the Scots or send them all in rout O're whome he streachd his Empyre with a thought Nor for to work the thing had anie dout Douglas his way eu'ne at that hour him broght When this hudge armie Bervicks walls about Incamped lay and when to sie eche crue The regall throne reard on the walls they view Him self in glorie sat vpon the throne A diadeleime vpon his head he wore A paill aboue of glistring gold cloth shone He trod on carpets ritche in pratious store Poudred with stones the robs which he had on And streight in ranks repeared him before His armed guard thus set each troup he knoes Whilst on the plaine there Martiall glorie floes Their Squadrons first the cheirfull English shoes In thrie Battallions eche a seu'rall guide By Seuerns streams from waills and Cornvaill rose Some threttie thousand stronge that did prouide Armd with their piks swords targets to oppose Their thretning force against their foe defide By Monmouths hardie erlle this host was led He raignd he reulled in his Princes sted And fiftie thousand horsmen soldiors good From Trent that pairteth England Iust in two To Thams and thence vnto he British flood These rose in glistring arms a warlick sho Like Mars him self eche breathed warr and blood Whoe 's sight wold vanquhish eune the boldest foe Led by two Princes of heighe fameleis Greate Arrandell old Oxfoord graue and wise To Humbers tumbling waus from siluer Trent And thence to pleasant Tueids cleir christall streams Came fiftie thousand Arches with Intent To die or win in midst of most extreams All these were of approued hâ—rdiment These Englands most triumphant conquests cleams As theirs and this greate host commanded be By Glocester the bold and Hartfoord slie From threttein regions fertill fair and good Of Scotlands Kingdome which did yet obey To Englands King and held in seruitude By his all conquering force vntill that day Came fiue and tuentie thousand warriors tude All Horsmen braue and bold for eche essay Sir Ingrhame Omphrauell led these along A subtill warriour craftie wise and strong Nixt vnto them came fiftie thousand more Grose men of shaip weill limd both strong and tall They croc'd the seas from Irelands craggie shore But slightlie armd sum weirs no arms at all Their cheifest strengths ar woods and montans hore The English deput was their generall And vnder him Fits geralds cheif kil-deir With greate Oneill and Desmont reull did beir Then came his subiects and confed'rats greate Whoe 's limits stretche along the Baltik cost And these ritche cuntreis Charls the fift did quite To his deir sone but soone that reull was lost By Spanish tirrany which heigh dispite All Europe since her deirrest blood hath cost And warr that els wheir doth distroy and waist Their both cluilitie and wealth hath plaic'd Allong the foote of Piriane montans faire A ritche and fertill region doth remaine Famous by that greate Bartell lost of aire Against the Infidells by Charle maine His famous Nephew Rolland lost
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
found In the greate North and sie that you defyle With blood and warr great Europs greatest Iile Mak Englands King to forge some causes new To keip the right which he by wrong hes got Tell him that heau'ne ordains him to renew Sinns iust reward vpon the sinfull Scot Mak English all with deadlie hait persew The Scots their onlie antient foes by lot The onlie blok that euer bears them doune From all their greatnes Glorie and renoune Thus edge them on It were greate lose great shame If they vnto their wonted greatnes rise Your strength allone was neuer so extreame To mak them once to shrink nor could deuise By slight or might to droune their famous name Till now that loe them selfs them felfs defyis And what you swords before could neuer doo Their swords haue doune and winn them selfs to yow So that yow sie heau'ne fauors your intent With these and vther your intendit slight Arme them with pride hate Anger discontent And moue the Scotts still gainst them selfs to fight For lo I sie Joue doth his wrathe relent And minds to raise the Scotts to greater might For in that famous Bruce and in his lyne They must be blisd and ou'r all Europe shyne Though what great Joue decrees we can not mend Yet may we oft delay th'intendit blise Which he ordains vpon fraill man to send Since sluggish man by Nature cairles is And wee may moue him thankles to offend And oft to disobey his law I wish For man is fleshlie geu'ne to foull delight And God is alway pure cleir holie right Since wee of all the damned heyres as cheiff And has no longer tyme from Torments frie Then till the cup be full of Gods hote greiff And that greate day of his fierce wrathe wee sie Then with the soules which now without releif We still torment shall wee tormented be And which is worse oure pains shall neu'r be spent Whill we oure selfs must still oure selfs torment Then heauins decree to stay oure strength is small Yet heaueing tyme we may not tyre of Ill Since what we wold that can we not at all Do what we may we may not what we will At these his words Invy and malice swell With murdring hate their breists with venom fill And vp they flie to view days glorious light Bringing Mischeif Greif horror warr dispight Arriuing heir they fill eche Godles heart With anger raige Mischeif pride hate inuie Then to the camp they hie to vse their airt But their vane Slight the nobler sort descrie Whill grace loue wisdome with their worths desert Did dreiue them thence in endles infamie Yet in the basser sort great pou'r they winne Throu whoe 's faint hearts dispair feir danger rune Greate bands of these by their deceat they dreu Who stelling from the camp by night doth flie And still these feinds to their fant minds doth shou For hoped Conquest shamefull Infamie Ther former lose remembrance lets them knou Which oft repeated maks their hopes to die These words they murmur still them selfs among On shamefull death shall we attend so long Allace what strength what might what pour'r haue we Ritch England warlick Schotland to ganestand May not oure Lord behold his infamie And in the glas of former works haue scand That gainst his will heaunis bend their iust decrie Earth scorns to build a Trophee for his hand Fate to his fall his frouning fortun brings Heauen earth fate fortun all crose his desings Heauins neuer yet did feuour his intent Earth neu'r lookt for conquest at his hand Fate neuer fraimd his will to find content And fortun neuer lik't of his demand Fair victorie her cheifest wealth has spent On his proud foe whoe conquering doth command Vs all if got like robbers hangd to bee Thus we 'r but outlawes to his maiestie With Greif and sorrou pane and trauel sore We hunger-sterud Amidst the montansly Oure frends still aid oure foes and which is more Eu'ne oure oune natioun vs with scorne defie Thousands that rose in oure defence before Now with oure foes gainst vs ther forces trie Whill wee that noght but shame and want doth gane Attend on hope and still attend in vane Why stay we then to immitat their flight Whoe with our foes abide in wealth and ease No let vs render vp this camp but fight And giue our Lorde to vse him as they please Or if noght this then let vs flie by night And yeildinge to our foes their wrathe appease This laste opinioun eache approueth so That eu'rie night in troups away they Goe Thus wroght blak Plutos messingers their will And now to worke the rest of their mischeife Braue Pembroks ear with these glad neus they fill And fills his warrlik mind with raige and greif To mak an end of warr they show him still That now he may at ease without releif His waikned foe of forder hopes depriue Quite ouerthroune or kild or tane aliue Then fed with hope he doth an armie raise Of Scotts and English neir ten thousand strong Whoe 's minds with hate and with desire of praise They do inflame nor stay they those among But heir and their throgh all the land they gaise Subiects to find whereby to work more wrong At last of lorne that cruell Lord they find And vnto new reuenge they stirre his mind To nev reuenge of his deir cusings blood Greate Cummernald whom Bruce before had slane He to this warr brings foorth fiue thousand good And to greate Englands generall ioins amane Thus foreward prikt with hope and hatfull mood They brauelie martch ou'r hil ou'r daill ou'r plane Whereof our Gallant noght at all did kno So spedelie and secretlie they go Now of fiue hundreth thrise with him remaind Thrie hundreth scant the rest war fled and gone Whereof he oft and secretlie complaind Yet wise lie in him self conceall'd his mone But nou his scouts by trauell that obtaind A sight of their Proud foe return anone And to him bring those wofull neus at last Whoe 's sound from eare to eare right sadlie past The relicts small of his forsaeken host Wheir all about him standing in a round Whill as bold Edward thus did him accost My Lord and brother let not this confound Your noble thoghts tho numbers quite be lost In this small band must all your hops be cround Tho fortun beare your iust desings aurie She can not let vs brauelie for to die Will is it knowne since first we Armour tooke When in oure cuntreis cause we swore to stand That euer since wee suffred haue rebooke Nor fortun once wold fauour oute demand With shame and lose oure Frends vs all forsooke Oure soldiers seing noght but lose at hand Haue left vs Cowards worthie not to breath That we may look for nothing now but death Yet sall it neu'r be said nor sein nor knowne That in oure latest hour we shrink or flie No let oure hearts oure hands and al
drunk too much And some with cards and some with dice wer led Some lasie lubbards quafd carrousis deip Till eurie drink began an endles sleep Whill thus they ly thois warreours enter in Too strik Iustitiars for to pairt the fray The wine and blood both foorth togidder rin From bak from brest or side eu'ne as they lay Half words confoosd their hollow throts within Made billowing nois their blood their breath did stay Someâ—ise to strik some op's their mouth to chide Those fall and these with blood chokt gasing diede Thus whill eche sword dislodg'd a hundreth liues Braue Bruce made knowne his rancour wrath and ire Squadrons he killâ— cuts cords and tents he riu's And for reuenge enflam'd with hote desire To ouerthrou them all alone he strius To kill the men and set the camp on fire And foreward still allone he Murthring goes giuing more deaths then wounds more wounds then bloeâ— But as a hungrie Lion for his foode Kills thousand beasts mo then he can deuore So thou stout Edward doth their liues seclude Whom thy braue Brothers haist had past before And tredding proudlie on the multitude Thou seemest sad becaus thou findst no more Whereon to exerceis thy valor so Wishing eche trunk could raise a stronger foe Now at an vther Parte doth enter in The conquering knight that dreidful slaughter makâ— So from the west the drying winds begin To cleir heauins cloudie front and stronglie braks The spoungie bann exhal'd vp by the Sunne Furth of the Germane laik which Aâ—oll taks Vpone his wings and mousters sorth in hosts Wheir with he threats to droun the northern costs Eu'ne so this campioun dâ—iueth bak by force The multitude of armed Squadrons strong His warlik wepon kill 's without remorse His eies such firie splendor dairts along As burns their hearts but fear concealls their lose All turning baks forget to venge their wrong And cairles of their shame their fame their fall They lose their liues their honor hope and all And he that to gainestand will proue so bold As not to flie but brauelie beare it out Soone lyis he breathles tumbling on the mold Which in the rest conferms their fear and doubt Thus foreward none his furie can with hold Till with his Lord he meits wheir all the rout Assembled were and weareid nou with killing The souldiers disperst the tents were pilling But Scots greate king who saw them cairles care More for their gaine then conquest to prolong Causd sound retreat least some neu force repare And bring the conquest backe with shame and wrong By this the English Generall did prepare Of armed knights aboue fiue thousand strong But this braue Lord in time reteird his crew Whill as they had no lust for to persew The worthie Bruce thus haueing payd his foe Of that disgrace which he had lait receau'd He was both lou'd and fear'd and hatit so As the iust worth of his greate deids had crau'd Yea Englands warlick Generall thoght in woe Extold him much when he his worth perceau'd Swearing by Joue that heauins decred to raise him And in the midst of hate was forcd to praise him Wheirfore he breaketh vp his camp that night Letting his Soldiers to their home reteire The mightie Scot to Carrick marcheth right And soiorns their the deade time of the yeare Wheir noght befell him worthie to reciet Saif once he went a hunting of the Deare For their hee thoght no foes could harme afford Since all that land obeyd him as their Lord. Now being much delighted with that sport His warlik knights were neir about him still One day vnto an forrest they resort The hart and hind with Grewhounds for to kill And he allone stai'd in a priuat sort With two swift hounds aboue them on a hill Till all the rest were scattred farr and niere Rousing the woods to bring him in the deere While here he staied three men he did espie Come from the wood with awfull countenance Each bends a bowe and thus doth him defie To venge the Cumings blood is our pretence Braue Sirs quod he then first I praie you trie Me with your swords if I can make defence Thrie one to kill so farre were endles shame So Cowards fight the ualiant hates such game At these his words their bows awaie they threw And with their swoords they sharply him assaile His hounds he loos'd his sword he quickly drew And many bloes on either hand they deale The hounds that sie such foes their Lord persue One by the gorge vnto the ground they haile One of the other two by this he kil'd Then kills him whom the hounds at ground still hild The third who fears such guerdon for to trie Staied not but soon betakes himselfe to flight Whom when these Heauen-ordained hounds espie They follow both with kien and aufull might And in a Trace they force him by and by Most furiouslie vpon the ground to light Their Lord at last from them did him reswme And striklie giv's him his deserved doome When all his knights returnd they wondring view How heavens their Prince from danger had preserv'd To God they gaue greate thanks and Praises dew Reioysing that so braue a Lord they serv'd This did his fame throu all the land renew All wish'd him now what his great worth deserv'd Who skap'd so many Dangers they conclude Must be reserved for a greater goode The Argument FIrst at Gâ—entrâ—ll doth Scotts renowned Prince Get victorie aboue the English foe Douglas at Ederfoord with valiaunce By fourtie doth a thousand overthro Then Pembrok Sews for Battell with pretence To frie the land from longer warr and so 〈◊〉 Lowdon-hill he brings an armie fare But vanquist Fleis the land in greate Dispare Caput 12. WHen in his goolden carroish Sol returns From Zenith bake into the northern starr The Ram growne proud with am'rous heat so burne That with his horns he seimis too make him warr Hils turns in tearis their milk whit Robs and murns To se them selfs so strip'd by Sol afarr Who too redresse that wrong is quicklie seen For ermins poore to cloith them all in green The Gardens pranckt with rosie buds still spring Whill Flora dalleis in her flowire bed Whom Zepheir Cowrts and swit to her doth sing Wiping away the Tears Aurora sched Whoe 's shril sweit notts throu all the sorreâ—â—s ring When Meids with grase and woods with Leavs ar cled So that the spring thus following Phebus treace Made ewre thing to look with cheirfull face When Bruce Scotts hope their confort and their Ioy With all his knights doth too the feilds repeare Stout hardie Eduard feirles of Annoy And fortuns knight braue Douglas al 's wes there Whom victorie did sewintie tyms convoy Crownd with the Garlands of her golden hare And many mo all knights of highe renowne Pillars of State and Pearles vnto the Crowne Thrice nyntie knights their number were at most All marcheing furth with cheirfnll Countenance Whoe 's
both blood and slaughter ceast All that wold yeeld was then to mercie tane Stratherns old Erle got by his sones request His Princes peace tho he wold not abstane To help the toun for with the King at least His sone remaind nor wold from him refrane And then the toune was leuelled with the ground The walls war raized the ditches fild around The Argument The feild of Cree feirce Edwards praise beginn He beats with fiftie fiftein hundreth foes The thrid time Douglas doth his castell winn Then Bonkill Randolph Huntleis Lond doth lose The bloodie and the cruell fight of Linn The first two Douglas taks frie Gordone goes Greate Bruce doth Lorne to his obedience bring The virgin-Tour is Randolphs conquesing Caput 14. SHrink not deare Muse nor rest thy restles Team Tied to the labors of this endles storie Pend in the narrow path of treuths poore theam Wind in these Laborinths yet be not sorie Because that Phebus baies thou dares not cleam Nor range abroad for gaine nor hunt for glorie Nor with smooth Venus sweitest songs can sport the But heir rude Mars harsh iarring must consort the. Thou art not heir sâ—t in an open plaine Wheir as thou may in eurie paiâ—t be bold To wantonez ot like the horse of Spaine Who bursts the helter erst that did him hold Scouring the medous heir and their amaine Coruets and leaps with curage vncontrold Nor drinks thou heir of Heliconian fontains But walks throu barren creiks and bo'lls of Montains Be north the banks of Sea-like forth did bow All in obedience to their natiue King When in Brigantia called Gallo'way now The English raige and mightelie did regne Wherefore the ferce knight boldlie doth auow That cuntrie in subiectioun for to bring And thither with his brothers leaue he goes Small was his trine but many war his foes When he ariud within this pleasant land Eune all with sword and fire he did distroy He hight that our the English did command Sir Ingrhame Omphraueill whoe 's greatest ioy Was still his foes by battell to with stand Whoe ay vnto the Scotts did much annoy Experience long had made him wise and bold Cuning in feats of Warr in counsall old Furth then this mightie man the English broght And did a mightie Armie soone prouide Of which when Edward hear's he feareth noght But on the banks of Cree wold them abide Tho thy were ten to one that to him soght Yet cair'd he not for these whom he did guide Wer worthie men whoe 's valour weill he knew With ten of whom he tuentie wold persew At this fair flood his foes he neids wold stay The stream was to his bake a rampeir strong The soothern now at Butell Castell â—ay From which they broght â—her armed force along Wise Omphrauell still marcht in good aray Fearing some traine thoes hills and daillis among Whill Edward choosd betuix the toure and stream A valey fitt for bloodie Mars his geam And when the warlick English cums in sight Fearce Edward furth his bands to battel brings Tho feu yet famous whoe 's greate valors might My long spent Muse groune hoars but harshlie sings Both sids approcheth futiouslie to fight Their bloodie raige throu all the montains rings Send furth by Drums and Trumpets roaring cryis Which Roks and Montains Echoes through the skyis As two stout Rams when Jelous haits infus'd In their hote Renis a front two flâ—issie floks Meit with their horned heads to pushe inus'd And rush on other with still ceasles knoks So meits those armeis and with bloes confus'd Their arms resounds and with tempesteous schoks Earth rius but when dread Wrathe her drouth remembers Sche's drunk with blood cled with marterd meÌ„bers For the fierce champione gius so fierce a chairge His foes vn ablle longer to resist Shrink bak at last and brak their ranks at lairge Some fleis some falls some fight some freinds assist Altho their warlik Gen'rall did discharge A gen'ralls pairt yet neids he not t' insist For nather words nor martiall deids at all Could hearts from fear nor feit from flight recall Whereat he taks such Indignatioun great That shameing of their deids and scorning flight He last abyds and with a braue dispite Assalts his foes with on resisted might With him a cornet staies for to indite Their feâ—lous shame in their death-wishing fight And their braue Lord with this small band assisted His foes fierce wrathe with manlie brest ressisted But as bush of Saplings tender crops Is soone cut doun by Pesants vndertakin Eu'ue so their gilded casks and ploomed tops Fell doun like blasted leaus all winter shâ—kin And yet their Lords braue valor vnder props Their yeilding strenth their dieing spreits t'awakin But hemmid in with multitude at length All deis that yeilds not to such pourfull strength Their Generall non that seis no help at all Scorns to be tanâ— and maks a worthie choise Frie must he go and leiue or die he shall Dieing the best with him his life must loise Thus all his strongest pours he doth recall And braks furth throw the thikest of his foes Hewing a way for four that folloud still Whoe by his valor skaipt deaths endles Ill. Fierce Edward come eune as they took the flight Who being loth they should escaip so frie Still follous them but now they cam in sight Of Buttell Castell to the which they flie This strength Inpregnabill they wan ere night Yet for to force them Ishe immediatlie He causd some troups beneth their castell wall To bring away their heards their floks and all But all availls not their they must remaine Till Englands King with forces them releiue Bold Edward seiged the castell but in vaine In thrice two weiks he could them nothing griuâ— Till Englands mightie King at last did gaine Sir Odomer de Wallange to reuiue Old hate and came in Scotland to reuenge Long passed harms but doth his oath infrenge He onlie fiftene hundreth with him broght To rais the seige and to releiue his freind Edward gatt word of his intendit thoght Whoe 's armie skant but hundreths thrie conteind The choise of which but fiftie furth he soght With these weill horsd his foe he thus preueind Ten leagues from thens within a forest learge He staies at onawars his foe to chairge Tims restles hours vndoes the Gates of day All quikning bright Apollo wold be gone Whoe 's golden tressis gilds with glistring â—ay The toples tops of famous Lebanone When English Odomer was on his way And being come within the wod anone Fierce Edward wold haue charg'd such was his rage If noght with held by graue aduise of aige As hungrie Rauening Wolfs that do intend To pray on flocks by Schipherds call'd to fold In Paths vnknowne their silent way they bend Their fetherd feitt by winges of hope made bold Farr of they follow warlie till in end Occasioun quiklie by the top they hold
So follow these their foes vnto the plaine Whoe still securlie marcht nor feard their traine And on them now they sett with curage stout With shouts and cryis they mak a fearfull sound Their first assalt disordred all the rout With lancis stiff they bore them doune to ground Who feard they were an armie great no dout So suddan furie doth the thoghts confound But their braue Lord sir Odomer suspected Their craftie gyll the which he thus detected Ah fear them not quod he I know their trains I know their craft I know their force their might We twentie ar wheir one of them remains Ah villans this is but a sillie slight Come yow shall haue your weill deserued pains In your owne netts your selfs ar taine full right Com we ar for yow come receaue your bloes I sie yow long your wretched lius to lose Nou nou-oure swords shall all those wrongs amend Bold Odomer with visage sterne cryes out And sindrie of his troups with him contend To force them bak but they with curage stout An ansuer sharpe on points of launces send Who broght by this an vther course about Fierce Eduard then with suord and sheild so hollow Cuts doun their ranks whoÌ„ blood death did follow From his sterne looks his fearfull foes withdrew Their eies that winkt which clouds of night bedims Their fanting hearts distills a bloodie dew Deaths thriefold horror through their ears still swims Their feit seme light to flie fant to persew A shevering cold throw all their bodyis clims Yea at his verie sight his foes resemble The Seggs or reids in fens with wind that tremble And now no more their captane they obey His aw seims nothing to their aufull foe Altho them selfs were willing for to stay Their legs hearts hands vnto their will said no All go to flight and heir and their doth stray Their Lord altho vnwilling neids must go He shams to England whill he heasts with speid That he had brok his vow for such a deid Victorious Eduard â—o the Seige retornd Whill omphrauell that hears this ouerthro Knew that proud fortun now her bak had tornd Whoe 's smylls were chaingd to frouns remeidles wâ— Wheirfore he yeilds the strength wheir he soiornd With passage frie in England for to go To this ferce youth now all the land obeys None his commands nor his behests gainseys Whill thus he raignd and rewled ouer all His valiaunt brother that all conquring King The Lord of Lorns old hate he did recall Which all in one his angrie pour's did bring His Heralds gius the camp but leasur small To Lorne to Lorne their proclamatioun sing But all this time the worthie Douglas goes Victorious still amongst his armed foes Douglas strong tour essais he first of all And fiftie load of hay in saiks weill bound He causd to driue hard by the Castell wall The Captane hoping victualls to haue found Isht with his troups whome or he did recall He seis that conquering knight so mouch renound Betuixt him and his strength who now with might Wold force him ather for to flie or fight And thus the Scotts assaill with rageing mood Whom long the English valiauntlie withstands Till like a Lion wet with luke warme blood The Douglas slops their ranks and braks their bands He heauid his sword aboue their heads wheir stood Both life and death that vrgd him with demands But as his furie led him all to kill Fear led them for to shun remeidles Ill. Wobtoun him self dyit by his valiaunt hand Wobtoun that captane was of all the rout The rest from him that fled no mercie fand All dy't yea eune the fearfull with the stout Nor wall nor tour nor Castell let they stand All throune to ground the ditchis fild about Greate Douglas fame now fleis ou'r all the land All yeilds to him ou'r all he doth command All Douglas Daill and Etrik Forrest faire And Jedburch to their natiue Prince then soght But the Lord Steuart Bonkills only heyre A man that valors rairest fructs furth broght Was chairgd by Englands King for to repare Gainst fortuns knight for this great wrongs he wroght Whoe with him broght the valiaunt Randolph furth And bold Sir Adam Gordone much of worth With these and fiftie more he came to view The land and how the people stood affected But worthie Douglas of their cuming knew Their secret drifts to him were all detected Then after them he softlie did persew And folloud them a faâ—â— still vnsuspected Till they at night reteird vnto ane Inn Was â—itchlie bult vpon the banks of Linn Then round about the house his men he set And threatned fire till they came thronging foorth With bloodie fight then both the pairteis met And both did proue the vtmost of their worth Thus Scotts against the Scotts were hardlie set Nor was their anye their of English birth Greate is the heat and furie blouis the fire Wheir freinds against their freinds ar moued with Ire Greats pitie was to view this wofull fight Still was the killer kill'd yet none wold flie The Douglas partie was of greater might Yet still the vthers fight and fighting die At last when death and slaughters at the hight Of fiftie none was left aliue but thrie That with the Stewart came and Douglas lost Of fiftie twiss neir sixte six all most Bonkills bold Lord that could no more defend With Randolph and with Gordone steps aside And soune was horst to she but lo in end The Douglas did so weill for that prouide Their way was stept what course so eu'r they bend Sir Adame Gordone leads and was their guide Who with a disperat hazard braue and bold Braks throu his foes and saiff his way doth hold The vther two did to the Douglas yeild Who intertaind them as his freinds most deir He manie days theirafter keept the feild But sawe no enemie at all appeir Yet neu'r Irkt he armour for to weild Wheirfore vnto his Prince he wold reteir Who now was on his Iournay Lorne to vew Yet to the Camp he came are any knew Eu'ne to the royall Tent swift fame had borne The news of his approache vnto the King Who from his throne rose like the glorious morne And to him says my thoghts were combatting If my loue'd Erlle did leiue or died forlorne And with his arms about his neck did hing Whill as he kneild my gratious Prince said he I leiue if in your grace if noght I die Much more they said at last the knight presents His prisoners vnto his royall Prence Whoe 's loue his Nephew too too soune preuents With speiches proud and spit'full conferrence But wisdome myld and graue with raige conuents And stai'd wrath haisting death for his offence Yet Bonkills Lord and he 's to prison sent Wheir they must stay till Lorns new warre bespent But now the Lord of Lorne that cleirlie knew Of their approach so weill did him prouide
His Sunne is at his Sommerr Sâ—lsteice lo And neids he must returne for to discend Fortun must Froune when she too long hath smilâ— Who surest hopeth oft is oft begâ—ld Yea tho he hed a hundreth Kingdoms more And could a hundâ—eth Englands bring to warr By heaune he shall haue Battell once before He come to Stirling if to come he dare This spak bold Edward whoe 's bold words restore The shining light of Gloreis darkned Starr In many hearts which to greate loue doth raise him His Brother in his heart doth greatlie praise him But grauelie thus agane the King began My Lords my captains and my chiftains all I gladlie wold we were assured when Oure foes should come and when oure troups recall For oure meane force must be made stronger then To catche occasioun and giue vantage small Then Douglas sai's my Lord let one be sent That warlie can perceaue whaat's their inten And surlie I my self the man must be â—yll slilie walk through all their squadrons braue A Frensh man of a Scot they all shall sie With Almans Frensh and Dutch I can disceaue I Knou their Lords and Princes of degrie Through all their camp the secrets I will haue Iyll raise my beard and bazane mak my face Iyll change my voice my gesture and my Grace Loth was the King that he should vndergo This fearfull task he for him self prouids But neids he wold be gone at last and so Disguised like a Frensh man forth he rids His face straik with ane oile no pairt did sho Of his first Grace his countenance it hids The accenâ—s hard of Frensh he sounds so right That eune the Frensh them selfs mistak their sight The worthie Bruce his tyme not idlie spent But forth to muster calls his men of warr Furth to the flourie banks of forth they went Vnto a pleasant Medou lairge and squair Deir Muse tho time hath in obliuion pent These wortheis names that heir did armour beit And made their of springs nams to differ fare Thou knows bothe what they were what they are But what they were were longsome to repeat Onlie as they ar now to vs vnfold That tho their names be some what changd of lait Yet we may know them for the of spring bold That yet remains stand not on points of stait But lat eche land eche prouince be enrold With their Lords name and these such Tinkior lend As mightie time nor age may efter spend Vnto the camp their worthie King forth goes Their King their Captane and their Gen'rall great Whill all the commoun soldeors arose With Ioyfull shouts and signs of Loue perfyit Pleasd with their salutatiouns sweit he shoes A cheirfull smyle their loue for to requyit Then gius command against the following morne Their glorious standarts should the plaine adorne No sooner Titan Butneist Neotuns vawe And spred his beams ou'r Earths enameld brest When forth the wortheis warlick bold and braue Came all in shining Steill their glistring crest Adorn'd with plums their armed horse whoe 's show With statlie prausing seemd with pryde possest Before their Lord he from a rocks proude height One eurie troup doune bent his curious sight Now Eduards Douglas Randolphs troups remaind About the King nor marchd they to the plaine And all on Douglas absence much complaind But most of all his owne men thoght in vaine A sight he of the English camp obtaind Nor feaâ—d he oght nor wold he turne againe Whome to his fortun leaue we now to sho These troups that martchd vnto the plaine belo From Skieland orknay Caittnes faire and wyde Furth stretcht to the great north theis cuntries lyes Came furth two thousand led in martiall pryde By two bold erlls of Antient families That long these cuntries lairge did wishe gyde And tho farr of they ly yet they aryiss To help their noblle prince ther minds so hautie Showing therby their faith loue zeall ther deutie Ross Sutherland Stranauer nixt to them As many men as braue as stout as strong Led by two worthie erlls of auntient fame Greate Sutherland and Ros right famous long Of Irish Scotts in clanns that keipt the name Fiue hundreth thrice their chieftans broght along From all these montane cuntreis north that ly And plesaunt shoirs that coasts the Irish sey Randolph broght forth all Morrays shire almost These wait on him he waits vpon the King The men of Buchane thogh their Lord was lost To shew their loue and duette forth did bring A thousand bold broght from that pleasant cost That still beholds the German Ocean spring For Graine a fertill land for pastor good The men a people of Bellonas brood From Marr two thousand came of warlik fame Led by that euer famous erlle of Marr Whoe 's faithfull heart whoe 's much redoubted name Yet neuer left his Prince in Peace nor Warr Whoe 's Starr of Glorie euer casts a beame Which still Illuminats both neir and farr The men of at holl then their Ensigne spred A thousand by their gallant erlle forth-led From Merns their came of Squiers and of knights A thousand warlick hardie fearles bold Led by their Erlle traind vp in marti'all fights Their erlle whoe 's worth my Muse can not vnfold Whoe 's great ancestors shind still glorious lights And whoe 's first father did the land vp hold From bondage wild for which they still command As onlie greate Lord Merschalls of the land But Angous heght the Region nixt that lyes A famous fertill fair and plesant land From which two thousand did in arms aryse Led by greate Lords that by them selfs command As Ogiluy and Brechin bold and wyse Montrois greate erlle that led a valiant band But he that led the most pairt of that host Was Crausurds mightie erlle who reuled most Nixt Goureis Carss a pleasant euntrie lyes Vpone the northerne banks of famous Tey And to the North the Eist and West aryse Pleasant grem hills vp to the cloudie sky That like a wall impregnable defyes The boasting foe or foragne enemie Streaching their ragid arms aloft ascending The pleasant plains from tempests still defending Wheir Barlie Wheat and all the sorts of Graine That pleasant cuntrie plentefullie yeilds In all the valeys meids and eurie plaine The frutfull Treis at strou'd through all the feilds The Regions round about that doth remane At still suppleid from thence wheir plentie weilds By heau'ne and nature greac'd with all things els That eu'ne the famous Normandie excel's The port or entres to this pleasant land Is strong Dundie weill cituat and fair Betuixt it and the German laek that stand Wheir as Tays mightie floud with murm'ring cair Like Tagus rolling our the golden sand Doth cast him self away as in dispair From this fair land came foorth a thousand good That in their cuntreis caus wold spend their blood By mightie Erroll wer these troups forth led
he their Still famous made by Ariostos vene Furth of this land vpon their oune expence Ten thousand cam to aid the english prence That land that west from Tours doth stretche along To wasche his feit within the Ocean Sea Whoe 's Induellers take much delight among The Moorish fens to sie ther falcons flie And in their montans woods and forrests strong The Prince lie Game of hunting vsed be That pleasant land that Poictue hecht to name Send to this wart fiue thousand men of fame That land which Loir from Poictou doth divide From whence the Britons erst the Gaulls displac'd And changd the name from Armorick beside To Britangnie and all their laus defac'd Wheirin thrie sundrie languages abide And Masteius for sanct Molois Guard is plac'd From thence to aid their great auncestors old Come fifteen thousand warlick soldiors bold From that most frutfull orchard fair of france Which Rollo great and his Noruegians stout Of simple Charls got for Inheritance Of them it still yet bears the name about From thence a galland did him self aduance And conquerd England with a warrlike rout Of thousands ten heigh heauns such wonders wroght Like number now to Englands aid was broght From that ritche land whoe 's chalkie swan like schoirs Fair kent beholds best when the Sune goes doune Whoe 's cheif toun vieus fair Douers cleif and gloir's To sie the tours that her fair front doth croune And thence wheir Cesars monument restoir's His neuer deing memoreis renoune Came thrice ten hundreth soldiors to this warr Bold strong and braue that neuer dreamd of fear From that fair land wheir smoothlie slyding soam Waters the medous and the pleasant plains And from that citie wheir two floods do come T'vnload their waus from euer springing vains Seu'ne thousand warlik soldeors came and some From that old famous toun that yet retains Pairt of the Guseane famelie and thence Sprong that greate houses glorious excellence From Henolt came fiue thousand men of fame Led by their erlle in whoe 's greate might they gloird From their cheif toune eune Mons that hecht to name Four hundreth came with shining arms decorde All these were youths not moud with fear or shame That gaird the persone of their mighâ—ie Lord And came to spoyll the Garland of the Maine But few ot none at all returne agane That land which hath within his borders plac'd The holie empiâ—s Marquesad of old By Skeld cutt of from Flaunder in the west Whâ—iron stands Antwerp glorious to behold This land the Maiss so louinglie hath grac'd She in her bossome doth the same enfold From whence the hope of gaine and praise did bring Ten thousand Soldeors to the englishe King This warr on Europs fairest Erldome calls Wheir stands vpon the banks of Skeld and ley That toun so hudge in cu cuit of hir walls Famous for that but famous more for why Thâ—t euer famous monarch which apalls Ronoune Fame Glorie Praise and Victorie As his Iust dew was their both borne and bred Thence to his warr was fourtene thousand led From these strong Illands made so strong by arte Gainst Neptun who still proous their greatest foe Becaus his floods ouerfloud the greatest parte Of all these lands as some thinks long ago But when els wheir his swelling streams conuert The lands to seas these lands the sea did sho Six thousand thence vnto this warr was send Vpone the Eâ—glish Monarch that depend Their lyis a land along the Germane flood Throu which the Mais and Rhine their course doth hold Vnto their Lord whoe 's rage is still with stood By sandie douns els all shold be enrold In waues thus sand that els wheir eats for food The fatest soill heir serus for bulwarks bold Of cuntrie-men and wageitt soldeors thence Come fiftine thousand to the English Prince When these greate regiments all were past and gone Doun from his throne the monarch did discend Inuirond round with Lords and knights anone Vnto a royall tent his course he bend That stood in midst of all the camp allone Without the walls and did him their attend And their him self first by him self was plac'd Then all his Princes at a royall feast All that was past the Douglas weill espyis Now thtou the camp from tent to tent he goes Hearing straunge tongs but straunger harmonyis Of drums and Trumpets which to heaune arose He hears their brags their braues and their defyis The Scotts were now their slaws and not their foes And oft he hears him self condemd to die A crwell death in shamefull Infamie He smild and to the royall tent agane He turnd assembleis greate greate neus affoords The feast was done and to the counsail then Set was the King with Princes duks and Lords He could haue wishd to heir them but in vaine No cuning slight could mak him heare their words For round about the tent the gaurd did stand And none from thence Approcheth nearer hand Wherfore for oght that he could find at all By conferrence with English Frensh or Dutche He seis to trains nor slight they wold not fall So proud they were of strength their force was such This Kingdome lairge by lots too greate and small Was geuen nor would of Scotts be left so much As one that monarchs wraithe was so extrame From of the werie earth too raise their name The counsail rais and furth the heraulds went Chairging that spatious hoist in arms to be Raising to morrow with a full intent To march derectlie to their enemie The Douglas heirs and vould their haist preuent From thence that night departing secretlie Vntoo his Lord he haistelie with drew Longing too shou all that he learnd or knew Thus furth he tyds through silence of the night Fair Cinthea seimd to fauour his intent Wrapping her self and all her beautie bright In duskie clouds which oft in two she rent Where throu she pri'd to sie iff he were right Oft wishing him vp in the firmament Beside the whirlling Pole their stellefyid His bright aspect might gilt her swartish side When golden haird Apollo first did light Earths better half then could he weill discry The Scottsh camp which enterd once he might Perceaue the soldeors giue a ioyfull cry Heir drums and trumpets their ror's furth on highâ— His ioyfull wâ—lcum thundert throu the skie All to the royall tent did him conuoy Whom his good Lord receaud with woundrous ioy Vp was the King that night no rest he got Such sad confused thoghts his brains did fill Of greate effairs and many mightie plot Of Douglas he hade dreamd and fearing still His Lords and Princes round about did not His 〈◊〉 him and Ioy'd in his goodwill The knight kneld doune and kist his Princes hand Who reasd him vp and thus did him demand Where haue you bein why haue you staied so long What haue you veiud hou faires fair Englands Prince
Their Sotish heads cut from their trunks I sweaâ— Gainst eurie head a hundreth punds to set And think the dead good seruice to oure state Then wheir the Scotts encamped were they go A guard of horsmen did them their conuoy When greate and worthie Bruce their cause did knâ— He did receaue them with exceiding Ioy And when the battell endit was did sho Suche bountie high as ritche without annoy To Antuerp they returnd and bulded theiâ— In honor of the Scoots a Mansion fair Each Armie now for battel sterne prouids Each on their Lord and maker loudlie call Long time the Scotts in zealous pray'r abids Before the Lord in humble wise they fall That Faâ—th that Trueth that Right and Justice gidâ— In whicâ— they pray him to protect them all Whill heauins gold spangled Cannobe was spred And silent Morpheus broght them to their bed The Argument Both Armeis Ioyne in long and doubtfull fight And threttie thousand in the ditches die King Edwards deids encurage eurie knight And Scotts for to preuent their victorie Is forâ—d to Ioyne with them in Singill fight When th' Argentine greate Bruce hath kiâ—d they flie Their King abids and wold the flight restore But seis new aid and fless his foes before Caput 17. WHen bright Hiperionâ—s goldine carr arose Both armes soone were cled in glistring armes Whoe 's golden splendor gainst the Sune furth shoes Earthes lightning hote the Aers cold region warmes First eche braue Scot to diuine seruice goes No trumpets blast was heard nor drumes allarmes The sacrament they take to heaune vpfleis Eche humbled hearts best pleasing sacrafice The English squadrons marchd vnto the plaines And all the land with arms doth ouerflo A iust half moone their battells forme containes Sharp to eche point brod to the mids they gro In battells fiue their mightie Host remaines Two on the right and on the left hand two Of their greate King that in his battel large A hunderth thousand horsmen led to charge Greate Arrandell nixt him on his right hand The chairge ouâ—r fiftie thousand Archers bore Those English wer all come from english-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
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
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
by crewell English might And comeing neiâ— to Arren they conclude With Douglas onlye for to spend their blood Wheitfore he causd them presentlie to land In haist to get betuixt them and their hold Which straight was doune o happie they that fand So braue a Guide Wise hardie fearles Bold In whoe 's myld look in whoe 's all conqu'ring hand They Victorie alreddie might be hold Now were they to the Castell neir hand by Wheir all in secreit they did cloislie ly By then the Englishe to the shore had brought Their Prisoners but all their wealth and store Within their Schip they left which all for noght From merchands schips they had bereft of yore And now straight to the Castell when thay sought The Douglas gius the signe and steps before His warlick rout and with his sword and sheild He cuts a bloodie way out throgh the feild Thus in a raige furth throgh his foes he dreue Whoe 's virtuâ—s valor thrists for gloreis croune With eurie blow a soull bids earth adew Their new array he breaks their ranks beat doune So many sheilds he cleif't and knights our threw That too much Valor hindred much renoune For lo a wall of bodeis deid he layid Wheirof the rest in neid a Rampere made Transported thus with heat with wraeth and Ire Now heir now their he wofull Slaughter's wroght Astonisht then some did with feare retire Yet some for shame stikx to 't amazde in thoghe Vthers that scornd such wounders to admire Vou's dread reuenge and on him still they soght Yet those that foolls were thoght did wiselie flie And those that wiselie stays like fools they die Whill he not weried thus with killing fights Their Captane stout that Hastings heght to name Furth from the Castell cums with twentie knights Whoe 's freshe supplies with furie most extreame Beats doun their foes and stays eu'ne in their sights Fair Victorie with glorie prais and fame That cround was cum and smyld on them before But now 〈…〉 her bak and threats 〈◊〉 Wich when the noble Douglas had espy'd Viewing their fierce and val'aunt captane bold He leaues his task and furth with thither hyit Whoe 's cheirfull sight his manglid band did hold From present flight whill he so weill applyit His matchles strength that his kene blaid groune cold In their warme blood his heat so oft renew'd That now they first did flie whoe first persew'd Thus rairlie chang'd the fortune of the broyll Hastings with threats manace them still that flie And now in equall ballance stood the toyll Ah heauins yow feble Soldiors said hee Shall yow almost a hundreth haue the foyll Of but few more then half a scoir yow sie Ah shame you euer hence the name to beare Of English so victorious in weare This said hee gaizd and staring round about At last he flees with fierce and angrie look Furth throw the throng against the douglas stout A stiff steill pointed dairt he stronglie schook And as an bow an arrow swift schoots out Singing throghe air such sounding aire it took Whill as the hardie fearles knight opposd His sheild against all daungers on disclosd This straunge and mightie throw peirst douglas scheild And in his armour stayed which queiklie done The warlick douglas doeth the wapin weild And gaue his foe no leasure for to schune Gainst whoe 's strong arme his arms could be no beild Quyte through his right syde past it too too soone For at his heart he aymd yit forcd him fal Which doeth abate the curage of them all Loue sorrow feare threu furth confution fast Yet quicklie they resolue and in their fray Taks vp their wounded Lord and thence they past Yea soorlie this had bein their laitest day But nights dark schaids betwene them slipt at last And forst them both a syd their arms to lay For if heauns cheirful lamphâ—d biddin in The val'a unt douglase force the towre had winn Now they the wofull Prisoners vntye'd Whoe fell with humble reverence on the ground Praising almightie Joue whoe did provide The douglas that their way to saftie found When he the ladeis Beauteis weill espy'd He wondred what wyld sauge wold haue bound Their mingâ—â—d bodies with their daintie hands Fitter for arms imbrace then iron bands For their neat bodies-daintie sweit and rare Was exquiseit and excellent he thoght That eune almost his martiall mynd all care Of Arms forgot and loues delight he soght The youngest beutie did his thoghtes Insnare Her face Eies hair her all by nature wroght Was in the rarest and the finest Mold That heart could wishe hand touch or eie behold But now becaus the Night was waxing dark He did from thence vnto the shore reteir Wheir they at anker fand the English bark Which they of all resistants soone did cleir And lancing from the shore they did remark What store of wins they had what daintie cheir And as ther former task greate Praise obtaind So by the last a woundrous wealth they gaind With dainteis cloi'd at last they go to rest And setts their weatch but lo no rest at all The Douglas finds loue did him so molest Now he 's becom inchanting beauteis thrall Loth was he that his loue should be possest By one to whom he was a debter small And by her changeing passiouns sore it seimde That she of late sum knight had much asteâ—md But that you may the treuth more cleirlie kno Thrie sisters borne were these fair ladeis thrie Their noble syir of children had no mo Great was his wealth his house and linnage hie His reueneus he whollie did bestow On those thrie ladeis yet did thus forsie To giue the yongest whom he most afected The better half whoe 's worth he most respected All thrie to their old Syir suche reuerence boore And eche to vther had suche mutuall loue As still his pleasure was their pleasure sure His will they did with willing minds approue A braue yung knight the yungest wold procure In mareage and still his soote did moue Whom she did nather loue nor hait out right Sir Andrew Murray heght this valiant knight Those ladeis chanc'd one day abroad to go To Neptuns sandie shore for their delight With whom this knight went foorth and tuentie mo No Armour but a sword had eurie knight It chanc'd eune then hard by a crag belo Those English came a shore whoe 's suddant sight Putts those poore ladeis in so greate a fray That they obtaind a ritch yet esie pray Murray long time the ladeis did defend With cheirfull words encuraging the rest But lo their was no saiftie for in end Fiftein their dyit the remander possest As presoners they hold and then extend Their wreth which in that land their walth increst At last they fled with shame and with rebook These folloud thame whom Donglas overtook And onlie by this warlick Erlls brave hand Warre they repaid of all their former wrong Amongst the rest of
Prisoners he fand This Murray who had looud this ladie long All this the valiaunt erll did vnderstand Informd by conferrence the rest among And thoght indeid he loued that gallant knight Yet in the ladie was his cheif delight Now on the seas they stray a certane space Till on a night the count that silent lay Vpone his bed did heare one cry allace Will thus my ladie all my hope betray is my long loue rewardit with disgrace Ah greif allace what will the world now say On wings of hope I mount aboue my might And now am forst with Phaeton to light Ah who so feids on wemens double wordes Runs with a straingeling Toue to meit dispare Who kyndnes to their wantoun looks affoords Heaps on them self a hell of endles care Who to her smills applies Loues sweit concords With scorne and shame they shall their thoghts insnare Yea whoe vpone a Womans voues shal dreame Can neu'r be red of woe greif cair and shame But I must loue her I must loue her still And loueing her eune loving I must die Or shall I leiue my freindly foe to kill That thus deprius my hops O no not I I will my verie soule in tears distill In sighs consume my heart with groans Iyll ty On willing death vnto my torterd mynd And with all pains end to one paine shall find Thogh this disdaind disgrat'd and quyte forlorne Yet her poore soule eu'ne her I can not blame But fortune proud that to this knight hath sworne Ou'r all the Earth she will extoll his name And nature that did weip when he was borne For all her wealth hangs at his virteus beame Yea she in him her self excells so fare Compaerd with him all vthers she douth marre Ah thrise vnhappie I that eu'r did yeeld As Prisoner vnto the english foe Thrise happie I if slaine into the feild Then had she piteid if not lou'd I kno But o this knight did with his sword and scheild Frie me from bands and yet he fred me so As giving life and sauing this my Breath He sends to me a farr more cruell death Heir sorow cuts his sad discours at last With manie greuous groans with sighs and tear's Whereat this warlick Lord was much agast When as this wofull song had perst his Ears His ladeis loue all other caer's surpast Her diuine shape graft in his mind he bear's And yet he thinks he wrongs that worthie knight Whoe 's faithful loue long since made knowne his right Wheirfore in time hee wold command these fiets And loues fond flammig passiouns wold remoue But o commanding in his heart she sitts Ruelling the motionis of his soule aboue It wold him kill or neir destraught of witts If he the meanest thoght of lose shuold proue Yet streght he thinks with reasone man's Indeut That by him self his lusts might be subduet Thus tossing thousand Passions in his mynd At last he vouis him self for to command Now Phebus had his golden locks vntwind And them in Thetis cristall glas vpband When cuttinge Neptouns back a fare they find Thrie warlike ships come toward them from land Wheirfore in Arms each one them self addrest And at their Lords deuotion then they rest Now all of them did in his presence stand And furth he cau'sd the ladeis to be broght And thus said hee fair Dames yow vnderstand What I and these most valiant men haue wroght By Ioue his onlie aide we took in hand Your honors saftie your relief we soght Tho Heauins did fauor this our interprise Yow know it was more desperat then wise And thogh all knights indeid should Armour beare For ladeis and in their defence to feght Yet I more shameles then the rest I feare Of you fair Eue for so the yungest heght Wold craue reward which you may weill forbeare Yea I wold haue your oth in all their sight That what I charge you with you will obey Nor what I seik may you offend I pray The modest Baishfull dame in silent mood Her mild swit looks she bent vpon the ground Throgh sone bright beautie shind her crimsone blood Which suddain Tempest past she quiklie found This answer whill the Gallant trembling stood Expecting that which his poore Soule shold wound Curst be the child his Dame ganesay is in Oght Whoe his deir life with her lifes hasard boght Glade was she for to grant what eu'r he wold Whoe wold to him haue geu'ne her self and all Wheirfore againe she made this answer bold Braue knight your will I promesse and I shall Myne honor saiff performe so shall you hold My fate cume life or death or what you call To which my grant I heir the heauns attest Let me be plagd if I refuse the rest A shiuring cold throgh all his Vains forth-went Stopping the Organe of his speache a space To what he wold he should nocht giue consent And what he should he wold noght that imbrace Proud Cupid from her firie looks foorth-sent Loue burning dairts that more and more incres His thoghts at last he thinks his oune he 'll make her Her heart fleis throgh her eies and prays him take her And whill he goes within hes arms to catche her Casting his Ete aside he their espyis Her faithfull knight who all this time did watche her Loue Furie Wrathe Disdain a combat tries In his sad looks and Rage bids still dispatch her But blak Dispair did thus to him deuis More honor is 't thy selt to Saccrefies And tell disloyall her thou loyall dyes So shalt thou end thy els eu'r endles paine And die with honor to her endles shame No take his life quod Jelosie againe Quod reasone why he does not bear her blame Quod Curage shall hee vn-reprou'd obtaine Then thou no man much les a knight by name Quod Reasone if he die she hate thee shall Then quod Despair kill Him her thee and all But reasone says and Pitie taks her parte O will thou kill thy Natiouns lamp of light No rather go to him with all thy hearte And giue him all thy intrest all thy right So shall thou winn great praise and heighe desart Quod Beautie first depriue thine Eies of sight No then quod Loue thy heart first must thou tear Foorth from thy breist for her Idea's their Which is the starr that reulls thy life thow knois Whill he thus reuld with Iaring passions stands Sad pitie mou'd this braue yung erle mak chois Beautie to flie and brak loues mightie bands And thus he said if heau'ne will that wee lose And that those pirats get ws in their hands No torment shall sufficientlie assuage Their cruell will their furie and their rage So gladlie wold they wish reuenge to tak Of fourtie which we last of theirs did kill Wounding their Lord tho we but few did laik But so Eternall Maiestie did will Now theirfoir first I wish you to forsake Our companie let hap ws good or Ill And tak those knights which
crew discryi'd Hade bene by them when neir to them he drew Whoe fand not as he hopt faire Scotlands guyde Vnwars nor yet vnreddie to persew These that espyid him for the fight prouide All rankt in ordour furth their wapins drew And tho their foes were farr the stronger might They boldlie byde the Battell and the fight But these so few that could not long indure Wer forc'd with-lose for to reteir at last Whill swift report with Informatioun sure Of their succes vnto the King had past Which did his wonted curage so procure As vp h'arois and calls for armour fast His Lords wictheld him till he cryed a loud His health was only gaind by thretnings proud His owne cheif Guard he with his brother send To hold them play till he the armie broght Whoe boldlie met them forcing them in end To flie and by that meins their saiftie soght He following to their camp did them attend Wheir Buchans erll still freting in his thoght Ledd furth his troups vnto a valey wyde Wheir stronglie rank't the batell wold abyde By this the King was cum whoe thoght it best Eune then to Ioyne and giue a furious charge Him self aduancing fare before the rest Let Horror Terror Fear and Death at large Wheirwith the rebells hearts were sore possest Dismaid they fant their deutie to discharge They flie his looks prents feir in euerie harte Euin fo our stars their influence doth imparte Few was their left vn-kill'd vnto the chaise The erll and Moubray vnto England fled But neu'r returnd whill for their worthines The King gaue Buchans schire thus conquered As soldiers pray wheir plentie did incres Such store of wealth from thence the armie led As eune the poorest soldier for his shair Boght lands and ritche possessiouns to his heyre All the greate north now to his peace was broght Erlls Lords and Barrons were his hegmen sworne Touns Citeis Castells strengths vnto him soght And still their oaths with presents ritche adorne Benorth the famous Grangeben was noght One schire but his myld yok had glaidlie borne Then bak to Anguse he his armie guyds And to reduce that pleasant land prouids Forsars strong hold did Fraser of Platane Recouer from the English by a traine Then all trew Scotts shew them selfs begane And with some worthie seruice peace t' obtaine Atholls bold Erll Brechin both Seigd and wane And broght that Lord vnto his Prince againe Thus both the Merns and Angus did obey him No foe was sein from conquest for to stay him Then sodainlie to perth he marchd and raisd Strong men made walls about thoes walls of stone Wher with encompast round they stood amazd Yet did resolue to yeild at last to none Ther pouer was such as all ther feir apeasd Ther strength was such as broght ther curaige one But this their pouer and this ther strength agrie To bring them to ther end with imfamie For being two within for one without And heauing so impregnabill a hold They fedd securitie and banist dout In wain greate Bruce had spent his soldiers old Who had reneud th' assault ther walls about In thryce seuine dayis full sewintie tyms so bold As of nyne hundreith thryce he with him broght Six hundreith soldiers he had lost for noght Wheir for by offering peace he tryd their might Since nether strength nor force culd them supprisse Their Walls was built of such a wondrous hight On which strong Tours their entrie still denise The Ditches war so brode and deiplie dight Wheirin Tayis flood vp too the brinks did rise Still in thoes Touris and all thois Walls along War armed men aboue five thousand strong Then after he two months had staied before The walls in haist he raisd his seige at last Wheir with the Citizens with threatnings sore Wold brag and taunt the armie as they past But Scotlands campeoun wishd nothing more Then this their insolence and noght agast With silence he reply'd nor minds to stay them For ten to one he hops or long to pay them Thrie dayes the armie marcheth to the west Till they ariue within ane forrest faire And their the King commands greate Treis to cast Wheir of they ledders mak and doth prepare Bake to returne thus secretlie they past The way they came by night nor whispring are Of their approche let furth the meanest sound Till they arriue hard at the ditch profound Weill knew their Lord the way that they should go For he him self had markit it before A schald he found into the ditch belo And he for to encurage them the more First wydeth ou'r and on his shulders two The longest and the lairgest Ledder bore His shulders bred Iumpt with the waters crop Yet ou'r he goes and setts his ledder vp Eche one admeird and woundring prais'd the deid But most of all a Frenshman standing by And all 〈◊〉 the water leapt with speid Raising their ledders to these walls so hie The King first montis with weill deserwing meid All mounted then and none did them discrie For all securelie sleipt nor feard offence The doubtfull night yet had not parted thence Their Glorius Ensigns on the walls they spred Then to the dreadfull work of death thay fall Death that throw eurie Street his troups furthled Whom by their names heighe Tumult furth doth call Sorrow in Sabill Clouds all muffilled With cankred care came murning first of all Then Infant pitie weiping then Dispare Then Horror Terror Error Pain and Fear Fear that ran witles heartles bloodles faint And trembling like ane espin leaf did quaik Base shame and drousie Slouth that gaip and gant Sadnes that set in secret wyes hir wrak And thousands mo in nature discrepant Eche one from these and all came heir to sack The wofull Toune their gredie pansche to glut And Warr to eurie one his Morsell cut Warr that with her led laules leud Enormitie Rapt Reiuing Wrong Raige Discord and Impietie Sakt Sacrâ—ledge and sin in one conformitie Atheismie dispising Faith and scorning Deitie Wrathe Anger Hate and monstrous Deformitie That Laus Aâ—râ—s Mauers Marrs and braks societie Poore Pouertie and waistfull Desolatioun Lâ—fâ— turnd in bloodie Deaths sad Transmigratioun These fill the toune and send a dreadfull sound Vp to the heauine with clamors rapts and cryis Tears mixt with blood ouerflo the streits a round Warrs bloodie arms lift clouds about the skyis Of deid groand fighs delighting in eche wound Her looks ar lightning from her eies that fleis Her Iron feitt shak Touns and Tours asunder The roaring of her voice is dreadfull Thunder All night this fearfull Massacre did lest Till Titan cround Olimpus top with fire Then death and all this hellish creu addrest Them selfs to flight to darknes they retire And in a sabill cloud them selfs they plac'd Then to the west they flie with Night their sire And all the way they went they left a track That did infect the air with vapors blak This they once gone
of grit walue to his Prince The 8 Laerd of loghleuin who bein vpon he King his left-hand at flouden ane vther vpon the right hand was boith sleane with their Prince their being 45 of their enemies fond kild aâ—bout theame The 9 laird of loghleuin His wife aâ— moist virteus wisse beutifull Ladie His fiue doughters so admirable in all the giftes of nature as not onlie theÌ„ selfs but their of spring at the ornameÌ„ts of their seexe â—â— he tent pariâ—â—â— at sea be tempest of vather Williame now Erle of mortune Scâ—tts only wer the ouer throuwers of them selfis deuiditt in thrie factions the brooce the baliol and the cumming both the last took pairt with England against the Bruce Sir Odomer de wallance was crll of Pembrok 〈…〉 To witt the Douglas A mo oâ—ine in the Armie for the Kings diseas which shous their loue to him worthie to be notteth This Frenshman was Thomas of Longouell To wit Edward Cree a water or â—euer in galway This was the generall of the English armmie calid 〈◊〉 ingrem â—mphranell Butteil Castell a strong hoild in galloway This capten â—eght wobâ—ount This wobtoun was inioynd by his miseres to keip thee venterous Castell of Douglas an Èeir befoir she wauld fauour him which in Innâ—k tione was found in a letter gottin on him when he was sleaâ—e The Lord stewart of buhkill risâ—th agenst the douglace A crewell fight Randolph was his sister sone The Lord of lorn was sone to the â—rll of Argill The name of the Gascon was 〈…〉 bald A pitiful fight Queene 〈◊〉 garet that was cannoneidse the chast wryie vpon the wall of the chappell Gordevous 〈◊〉 François with ane maÌ„â—limming vp â—llledder 〈◊〉 â—ne wall which is meint by France that was the caus of the wining of the Castell The captane hight Guilliame â—erms whereby it appeirs he was a 〈◊〉 man The erlls of orknay and caithnes The erlls of sother land and ros The frasers Grants and Glenhatten Erlle of moray Erlle of mar Erlle of Atholl Erle marchel his first forbier at the â—attell of ar broth slew camus Prince of dains for which he gat gryt sandes and was made Marchell of Scotland Lord Ogilluy Lord of brich me Erlle of montrois Erll of Craffoord The discriptione of the carrs of gourie Erlle of arrall his first foibeit aâ—â— us batâ—ell of with his two sones And yoks in their haÌ„ds stayed the Scotts from flight and obtainned the victorie for â—he which they gott the care of gourie was made constabâ—◠〈◊〉 Scotland Erlle of rothes and the Lord lindsay with others Lord setone erlle of wencon Lord liuingston erlle of lithquhow Lord elphingston Lord drummond erlle of perth and Males then erlle of strachern Lord murray of Tullibern erlle of ballâ—uhidder Lord Stewâ—rd then of Bonkâ—ll Lord Marquis of huntle This sir Allexander Gordone sought the feild of keilâ—line agains the Erle of Atholl who took pairt with EnglaÌ„d which Erll the said sir Allexander slea with his oune hand for the which he gatt the lands of Strathbogie George Lord Gordon Erle of enzye The Lord of Lorne was sone to this Erll of Argill A short discription of the Iyrish Scots Ties war the barrons of his neame as the leard of Londy Glenurche Cadel and others The grit steuert of Scotland Waills Cornuell England The mers manie of all the deals borders and much of the Wastland Ireland Charls the 〈◊〉 graâ—e the â—â—lands to his sone Philip King of spane long efter this tyme. The Cnntrie of Gascon Poictue BritangÈie Sanct Molois haâ—â—n a griâ—e streÌ„gth is guearded by Masteus Normandie Boloigne wheir their is and old strong Tour built by Cesar to be sein at this day Pâ—cardie At Amiens two vther riuers discharges their Burdens in the soum Henolt Brabâ—nt Flanders Gent thoght to be the lairgest toun in Europ wheir chaâ—ll the 5 thaâ— famous Emperor was borne Zeland is 〈◊〉 Islands within the sea which the sea sâ—m tym ouerfloued as appeirs by sindrie good arguments Holland My â— Author saies ane hoÌ„deriâ—h but al the cronickles agre on fiue hoÌ„drâ—th The Scotts houâ— boolded in hand warâ— wherein Bruce Portrat and the Scotts Arms was set Sir Giles of argenâ—ine Sir Odomer de vallange rode on eather hand of the King Randolph the Valient Douglas the Erl of erol The Bruce his oratione Multitood maks novieâ—torie The Scots wer all chofin Gentilmen no commons amoÌ„gst theme King edward his â—ratione * King Robert and Eduard his brother King Robert head 2. bretherâ— taken presoâ—ers who ware both slaine This was the Lord Mershall â—eght Robert Keith The Erll of Stratherne and his sone both kild by the King of England These two 〈◊〉 Sir 〈◊〉 of argentine and sir adomer de vallange A gallant fight betuex the Bruce the argentine Hay Erll of 〈◊〉 constabill of Scotland