The famous historie of the renouned and valiant Prince Robert surnamed the Bruce King of Scotland e&. [sic] & of sundrie other valiant knights both Scots and English. Enlarged with an addition of the Scottishe kinges lineallie descended from him to Charles now Prince, together with a note of the beginninges of the most parte of the antie[n]t and famous nobilitie of Scotland. A historye both pleasant and profitable set forthe and done in heroik verse by Patrick Gordon Gentleman.

The first Booke of THE FAMOVS HISTORIE OF THE Excellent & most valiaunt Prin∣ce ROBERT Surnamed the BRVCE King of SCOTLAND corrected and enlarged by Patrik Gor∣don Gentleman. (Book 1)

The Argument.

THe Douglas hears his Countries shame her fall And back returns from France with wofull Heart Vewing herw••es her ruine wrak and all He muche laments her lose in eurie parte, When 〈◊〉〈◊〉 a Kinght from dumps doeth him recall With whome he fights with valour strength and arte When each of life dispaires and death attends They ••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,* 1.1 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 Inh••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 ••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 sp••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 pla••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 the West, When both did seem of Conquest to dlspait. And yet, the Knight vnknowne, wes lustiest, His Curage, and his strength, did still repair For as, a loytring Slaue, in Lasie rest, Has spent the day, that for his Task should care And tho, to lait, at last to work doth stand Repenting, that he took, so much, in hand.

Ev'ne so, the straunger Knight, did ferslie flie, Against his Foe, with Vn-resisted Might, And thogh indeed, he, some what Stronger be His Breath, induring, Longer, yet in fight, The Douglas, did that want with art supplie For, holding forth, his Suord, and Sheild, outright, He geuards him self, and bears, the others, Blo's, Now, Out now in, now heir, now thair, he goes,

Both breathles now, both forc'd a while to staie, Botth leane upon their swords a while to rest: The vnknow'ne knight, thus to himselfe did saie, Ah, foolish man with madnes thus possest, Thy labor's great, great pains, great workes, to daie. With sorrows new, new woes, new cares increast, Heated by heavin by faits, Long Coorst, ere borne, Proud Fortune holds, Thy heighe attempts in skorne

Thy foile, thy shame, and thy disgrace receau'd, Not onely thou, but all the world doth know Fond man, of non but of thy selfe deceu'd, What vallor canst thou boast, what strength can show O thou, eu'ne thou, who once a kingdom crau'd Ah folly great, ••h great presumtion, lo, Ah shame, thate're thou shold'st be sien or knowne, Vanquish'd by one, ou'rcom, and overthrowne.

But so the Fates, and so, the heavin prouids That thou, thy strength, and weaknes, might perceave To Errors gross, Thy foolishe Mind, Thee guids Which to abait, what doth Remaine, to Crave Lost is thy Crowne, lost be thy frends, besids Chaisd from thy kingdome, hunted, like a Slave. And savadge-like, thou liu'st on herbs, and Root's In Deserts wild, those of thy panis, at fruits.

Then, fertill Scotland, fair, Adew, for Ay Good was my will, and great, was my Desire On thy blacks Hemispheare to bring the day And to Restore, Thy Friedome, Crowne, Impire But to my fond Attempts, the heavins said nay Whill Thou'rt counsumd, by Jov's wraith, hot as feire Now, wo is Mee, (for my owne wois, I say not) Bot O Thee fain, I wold remeid, and may not,

The Douglas, also, was perplexed so For still him self, Condem's him self, of folie Art thou returnd from France, (quod he) to sho Thou vow'd thy Syrs revenge, A vow most holie This migh••ie Task when thou should vndergo Thy first Attemp, Thy sh••me returneth sollie Why then, fond man if thou be oue••rthrowne Yeild not, but Die: and keip, thy vow on-knowne.

And if the heavins decree, Thy Ouerthrow And that thy vow must still be vnperfected, Yeat who the Victor is, faine would I know, If but a priuate man, then I dispit it, But if his praise, Fame, eu'rie where doth blow Then on my graue, these lines shalbe ind tit, Though chaunce, and fortune made him loose the fild, He merits praise, whose courage scorns to yealde.

Where are my Predecessors deeds of old, Which like a wal•• impregnable did stand, And did like Pillers, firme, & strong vphold, The w••ale, the peace, & saftie of the land? Though non of those I boast, yet am I bold The worthie name of Scot, for ••o demaund, Whereof so manie Worthies still proceeds, As makes their Contrey famous by their deeds.

Yea and this present Age, augments our Fame, With warrlik knights, that al the world admires, As machles Wallace, and the ualiant Grhame, The worthie Bruce, most glorious that appears, If one of those it were, lesse were my shame, My credit more, and more my fortune cleers. Therefore to cleere this doubt he thought it be••t His speech shold thus be, to the knight addrest.

Stout, hardie, valliant man at armes quod he, Before our combar end, I pray thee show, Whom I ou'rcom, or who ou'rcommeth me, Since non of vs, the quarrel yet doth know, No quod the other, Sir, that may not bee, For that you made the challenge first, and so, As challenger, your cause must first be know'n, The Douglas answer'd that shall soone be showne

Vnles I err, you are an English knight, I ame a Scot, and in defence will stand Of Scots free libertie, and auntient Right, So long as I can bear a sword in hand, It may be so, quod he, but in my sight You are too weake alone for to withstand, So great a taske, craues more then one I feare, Against great Edward, if you mind to warre.

Quod, Douglas, tho I be alone yousie I were enough, for to Revenge, Oure harms, If I had Edwarde heir, as I have Thee, Al tho the Matchles Bruce, with Conquering Arms, Has thousands Mo, whoes valors, worth, shall flie, For dreed Revenge, with Trumpets, Loude, alar'ms Throgh all the Regions, of the English soill, And havok mak, with Rewin, blood, and spoill.

Yet know an other Querrell, for Oure fight, And my iust Caus, which lust revenge requiers: My Syre, that somtime, Erel, of Douglas hight, In Edwards prisson, spent, his Aged, yeers And their he deid, by wrong, without all Right, Whoes guietles blood, Blood-guiltie Edward, beers For whoes sad Death, eu'ne Th'ou, thy life, must lois And with these words, he thunders on the Blo's.

Hold, hold, quod he, stay thy revenge, for schame, I am thy frend, no foe, nor English I, I am that Lukles Bruce, whose haples Name, Thou dus so much Exalt, and magnifie Whose froward Fortun, fate, and far-knowne fame, Is turn'd disgrace, to all eternitie, At these sad words, the Douglas stood, and gazed Blushing, astonisht, speichles, and amazed:

At last he falls, before the warlik Prince, And says, my gratious Soveragne thou may Pardon, my hastie fault, my Rude offence, Or, my, Death-worthie Crime, with death Repay, That Durst offend Thy worth, thy excellence Ah cursed Tyme, Ah blacke, and dismall, Day, No no sweit freind, quod he, Thy peace enioy, Long may Thou liue, in spight of fates anoy,

And thus, when he had R aisd him from the Ground, He in his Arms, him Lovinglie, imbrac'd Whoes Love and Favour: alway, did abound, And alway did Indure, whill life did left, Now both their horse, agane, at last they found And both, theme selfe, at last, from thence addrest, Both, vows, their Cuntries wo's for to Revenge, Both, to Indur, cahe others, fortuns, strange.

Together then they rid•• a plate throughout, Til in a forrest faier, themselues they fand, While night with sable curtens, Round about, Breaths darknes out, or'shaddowing all the land, Vppon her lowring brows sate feare and dobt: And round about, in horror trembling stand, The duskie clouds, that threts a second flood, Such Seas there swelling clusters doth includ.

Cap. 2.

The Argument.

THe Douglass courteslye Requirs the King For to vnfold the caus of al his Greif Wherby he taks Occassions for to bring To outward vew the ground of this mischief He schews the worthles Bate'••ls haples Reigne That heapt new woes on woes without releif Braue barwick, Lost Scots fall at ods and yeeld, Losing Their fredome, in a bloodie feild.

Those machles champions throw the forest go•• At last allight, & then themselues adrest, Til cheirful daies bright goldē lamp should within a arbour faier, to take their rest. (shone, But as ambitious minds, ar neuer alone, Til they haue honour, glorie, Fame possest, So they no rest at all, cold here attain, Such high confusion in their brests remaine.

At last, the Douglas thus began, braue Prince, And my most gratious Souerainge quod he, Long may thou liue in Natures excelence, Iou's loue, Fates fauour, fortunes constancie, Thy worth exalted, by heauens influence, And thy braue selfe, long haue I wsht to sie, God graunt thy shining sonne with golden Raies, Our darkest nights may chaunge to brightest daies.

Let not my bold presumtion thee offend If I require to know the woefull birth, Of sorrows which thy countenance forth send, For loe swift Fame, did sound thy praise, thy worth In Fraunce, while carelesse, I on court attend, Which cleers my clouds of care, with lamps of mirth, And did my sad, vnsetled, Thoughts, destroy Thy sweit report, so fild, my Eares, with Ioy

Then I returnd in hope of blest reliefe, Which I foresawe, thy worth would soone afford, And thou, eu'ne thou, would ease thy contreis griefe, Whose glorie great, must be by the restord, Senc to Reuenge our blood, woe, wrake, mischiefe By lustest Heauens, thou onely art implord, Doe then braue Prince, what heauen for thee ordains Thy Knight I am, in warre, peace, Ioy, or pains.

The gallant Bruce, sat long tyme much amazd, Loth to vnfould his straunge misfortunes, rare, In wrath he star'd, he lookt, about he gaz'd, He sigh'd, he grond, as One, Into Dispair His rolling Eies, at last, from Earth, he Ras'ed And Cleird with heavenlie smylls, the clowds, of cair Whill as the Douglas, long did him, behold This sadd, and wofull, Tragedie, he told.

Sad may if seeme and sorrowfull, to Thee Thois wofull news Thou do's Requeir' to heare but much more cair, and greif, it breids, to Mee Who must not onely heare and lend my eare, But must relate euen what my eies did siee, Yea what myselfe did act, yet I'le forbeare Those fond complaints, and make a true narration, What most offends me, and afflicts my Nation.

And to vnfould this tragick storie soe To know the motiue, first it doth requier And eu'rie truest circumstance to sho, Whereof is much that will delight the eare, Than to th'intentall may mor cleerly know The ground of this, so firce & crwel warr, Our various speach let vs devert and view, The dreidfull, horreid horrors, that ensew

Thrie Alexanders, thrise waere Scotlands, King The first, for valiaunt deids, surnam'd, the fierce Was Malcolm, Canmoirs, sone, the second, Rings Was after, good, king Will'iame, did, deceas Who is braue, vndanted, Deids, made fame, to sing The Lion-king, as histories Rehers The thrid that did Oure, Crown, and scepter wear Henre, the third, of Englands, dogther, fair.

In mariage took which haple he devynd Should then conclud, A full, and finall Peace That both these Antient kingdoms, thus Combind Those great and Mightie Nations, might Imbrace A Freindlie League, and Concordance, in mind An happie Time to thair Ensewing race, By ending all the warrs, the broyls, the steir's, That had remain'd, full, thryse five hindreth ʒeirs.

But heavens decreed it, should not so Remaine For the appointed Time, was not foretolde Mans subtill plots, and wits ar, all in vaine In vaine their wais, in vaine this work, they wold, In vaine they go about, for to obtaine What Ioue as secret to himself did hold, In uaine was al these fond deuises thought, Since heaujn decred, that al shold turne to noght.

For lo betwixt burnt Illion and Kingorne, King Alexander di'd by fall of horse, When thirtiefoure yeres of, his Raigne was worne, He no succesion had, and which was wors, Blood-thristie-warr by wings, of veng'ance borne, Did tear Our kingdom's bouwells but Remors, Waikining by oft Diminishings, at Lenght, The vains, the Nerv's the sinne vs, of oure strenght,

Six yeares the land gouerned was in Peace, By Regents fix, at laste some broiles arose, Whereby soe straunge gouernament did cease Such bloodie factions, did themselues oppose, Who from that boundage wold the land release, And of annot her King wold make a chose, For wel they knew what trains they shold imbark To set this headstrong Nations once awarke

A councel then of all, they call to choose The neerest of the Roiall bloode for king, The Baliol there his right did wel peruse, From the first female his descent to spring, And from the first borne Male, I not refuse My lineall and iust descent to bring Thus plead wee both, nor can we once accord, No peace our haughtie stomaks cold afford.

And thus our hate grew greater daie by daie, Both thirsting for a Princely Diadem, Nor cold the meanest thought of wise delaie, Pre••ons our wo, our wrack, our countreis shame, On 〈◊〉〈◊〉, on wracke, on ruine and decaie, Ambition can not looke, nor thinke, nor dreame, But for the Croun, while wee're a spyring thus Wee robd of what shold make it Glorious,

For with vs two, two mightie armies rose, To winn the Croun or lose our selfe and all, Scotlands great Primat did himselfe oppose Betwixt vs then a treat of peace to call, Who did so much, at last wee made a choise, Thus to accord and to agrement fall, To iudge our right by Englands mighty King, Who shold decerne, which of vs both shold reigne.

Wherefore in haste to Englands King wee send, Requesting him to take the cause in hand, Who then prepard his conquest to defend, In fertill Fraunce, with many warlike band, And their his large Dominions to extend By force of armes, and by his valiant hand, Yet for to put our Kingdom to a rest, He turnd, and bake to Yorke himselfe adrest.

Of learned men he twentifour there brought, Whose graue aduise in this great worke he vs'd, But lo my proud competeitor bethought Him thus, If I and my iust right were chusd Than were he all vndon, and threfore soght By some lewd meane to get mee quite refusd, At last resolu'd to buie a Diadem With fowle dishonour, and eternall shame.

Wherfore he dealt in secret with the King, If him he wold preferre the Croune to weare, By charter, Seale, by Oth and eu'ry thing, He bound himselfe of him the Croune to beare, And for the same his homage to resigne, To whose base minde, at first he gaue noe Eare The most part of the Lawiers parted thence All iudging me iust heire and Righteous Prince.

But counsell caused this mightie King to err, Counsell of these that by dissention liue Still vrging him the Bailiol to prefert, That for his guerdon would a Kindom giue, But he that knew my right farr worthier Euen from my foes proud offer did deriue His argument, and vnto me presentes The Croune, if I fullfild the same contents.

Which offer base I plainely did refuse, Wherefore King Edward in his wrathful Ire, With Baliol decreits, and did abuse My right, enstalling him whose blind desire Led him for honor, Infamie to choose And for a crovne to slave a free Empire, For loe in him two contraries agree, Base Avarice, and Prodigalitie.

Thus he returnd with pomp and Majesty Whom all the Lords and Princes of Estate Conuaied to Skoene with royall dignity, Where stood the Auncient Marble cheir of late, There was he cround with Kingly Roialty, In Robs whose worth were longsum to repeat, Imbroadred al with stons, with pearle, with gold, Gorgious to weare, and glorious to behold.

But litle knew the Princes of the Land, That he to Englands King shold homage paie, The croune that sixtien hundreth yeers did stand, Gainst endles warr and cruel Armes Essay, Nor Romans, Danes, nor Saxons cold command, Vnconquer'd still, nor conquer'd wold obaie, Was now betraied by him whose haples name Became his countreis skorne and Kingdoms shame.

But when report had showne the haples losse, The commons gan to murmur here & ther, Against the Nobles, vowing that their choise Shold be with armes, their freedom to repaiere, And all the Princes of Estate by those Were schandalizd with shame, reproch & feare, Thus ciuill descord broght a fearful fall On King, on countrey, Kingdom, croune and all.

For now the king in heigh contempt was brought With all the Lords and Princes of Estate The Lords in hait and great disgrace were thought With all the commoun Multitude of Late When al with wit and valor should have wrought Thus Raise a fearfull straunge and new debaite That hardest A damantine hearts wold move But for Their sin so heavens decree'd aboue

Of these ensewing sorrows now the King For seis forthinks and Meditats and Moins A Thousand greifs did in his bosome spring Assailing all his wofull heart at ons One day he wold be secret furth to bring The wofull birth of tears of sighs and grons Throune on his bed with Rageing Discontents At la••t he thus burst furth in heighe complaints

Ah haples wretch Curst be the Fatall hour. Wherein I did Obtaine a Diadem By false conceat by strong entysing Pow'r Not cairing for Disgrace for loss for shame While auarice and ambition did deuour Treuth, Knowledge, witt, discretion praise and fame, Ah Auarice, inchaunter of the wise, The blind devouror of faire honours prize.

O bloodie starres why did you thus agree, To make a bad conjunction at my birth? Why did you al power doune mischiefe from hie? To make vyle me, the abject of the earth, What shall al times and ages saie of me? To buie a croune, that sold a Kingdoms woorth, The reuenews I sold to buie the Name, Exchaunging honour for eternall shame.

What woe or griefe but time can make it old, Yet Infamie time neuer can svppresse, The meaner sort their faults will pas vntold, But faults of Kings by Fame doe stil increase, Such spotts are in my leaprous sowle enrold, As still accuse me of my guiltines, And while my wronged people me doe vewe, Me thinks their eies to death doe me persue,

In midst of this his sorowful complaint, His eies grew heauie dround with floods of tears, His tongue, his throt no more their found forth-sent Thus slummerd he full fraght with greifes & fears At last this fearfull vision did present A dreadful founding noice that pearst his eares, Hee thought he saw before him all at once, Were nintie Kings, and two on golden Throns.

Each bore a close rich couerd glorious Croune, In forme like an Emperiall Diadem, With ribs of gold o'rthwart aboue & doune, All round about each bowing like a beame, In the fore front were made of Iacinths broune Faire letters, shewing eurie Prince his Name, Beneath their feet an iron throne was made, Whereon of lead au Open croune was laid.

He thought they set him on the iron Throne, And cround him with that leaden croune in scorne, Whereon was written this Inscription, This non but bastard Baliol hath borne, Then saied the firste and grauest all alone Whose aged haires had many yeares outworne Thou wreched catiue most accurst of all Thy place is great but, greater farre thy fall.

This Diadem Pointing his Ow'ne by Me Erected was with honor strength and Might And from my Aged loyns discendit be By Iust discent thes Nyntye two in sight Eche bure this Crowne with Royall dignitie Adding as much by Conquiest to ther Right Defending It gainst Romains saxons Dains For witnes famous victories Remains.

But vn-compeld vn sought or on requierd By words by warr by Conquest or by gane Thou Randert vp what we aloft had Reard And what we keipt with travell cair and Pane The thretning trompet that all Nati'ons feard Which worlds of Armeis newer could obtaine Yet this thou could not do without consent Of all the Thrie Estates of Parl'ament.

But for thy fault, thy shame, thy losse, thy wrong, This iust and heauie Iudgment shall correct thee, The Kingdom shalbe reft from thee e're long And thy owne subjects shamefully rejecte thee, In blinded darknes woes shalbe thy song, For want of daie, yet no man shall affect thee, And to all ages thy Infamous name, Shalbe a prouerbe of eternal shame.

For lo Thou shall be cal'd in littill space Thy countreis ruine and thy Nations wo Much harmles Blood shall pay for thy disgrace Theas yet onborne thy Doome shall feill and kno A mightie Nation shall thy land Deface Beneth whois havie yok She grons, but lo She Viper-like brings furth vn nat'rall Brood That most shall waist her, wond her, drink her Blood.

At last her tears her Cry's her sad Complaint Shal Pearce the heavins and Iove to Mercie move Who pitis sinners when they first repent And looking Meeklie dounward from above Shall Raise Them vp that shall her wrak prevent Whose manlie Valors shall her woes Remoue And bring to end the warr Thou wroght with shame But neu'r an end to Thy Infamous Name.

Therfor this leaden croune, base, worthles, poore, Thou hast as one vnworthy to put on, The croune which I the famous Fergus boore And al these warrlike Princes One, by one, And while this mightie Nation shal indure, Hauing a Prince to sitt vpon my Throne, Thou of a Princes name shalt be refus'd Because my croune vn-conqu'erd thou abu'sd.

At these last woords he wak'd with sodain fear, But nothing saw while in his braine was tost, These woful warnings buzing in his eare, That threatn'd was by great King Fergus ghost, Which burthen great his soule could skarsly beare Till moueing, fieling, speach and all was lost, His vitall powers hernd in with thousand cares, At last burst forth in these or like dispaires.

O Sad and wearied Soull quod he depairt And leaue the lothed Lodge thou doest posse Stop vp my breath within my lothed heart My life make les if shame may not be les Hev'ne from aboue thy vengence at me Daiert Heel from below thy Torment still Incres Devouring Earth my damned bodie smoother Heav'ne, Earth and hell destroy mee altogither.

Thus 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 h••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 Whoes 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 Whoes 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 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 whoes 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 le•• These were the first borne son'•• 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 des••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 cur••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 grham••

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.

Whoes 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 offend••••

The cumin euer Infamous for that crime Of mee a secret Parle did require And thus he said now fortun fits the Time wh••irin thy right may to the crowne aspyr The variws myn l•• 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 should be restord Assisted theirto by the Cumins Aide The Cumin then of Carrik should be Lord This don we both Reioisd and both seimd glad But loe, the Cumin traitrouslie repented Ew'n to his endeles Infamie lamented.

To Englands mightie King the band he send Declairing how that I him would betray Whoe gravelie did advise their with in end I soone was chairg'd to court without delay At mee the King requird if that I kend That band and seall yet did I not dismay But framd my countenance more bold and stout Offe'ring on morrow nixt to cleir the dout

My Patrimony for a pledge I left And after to my Innis reteird Anone Our Hemisphere of day was then bereft Whill night spred fourth her sabel wings alone Such fearfull darknes ou'r the Earth she wef't As seimd to say in friendschip now begone Thus secreitlie alone I took my flight Helped by Joue and by the freindlie night.

Five Tyms had Hesper Titan warn'd away Five tyms agane did Lucifer Apeir Wiueing the glorious standerd of the Day On tops of Touring clouds reid, whit and ••ei•• And cheng'd their sabel hew to siluer gray When fyre Ste••ds the golden carr drew neir Whill sullen night in towny sutes addrest Did schrink abak and shrewd her in the west.

When as I then Arriu'd like Fortuns knight Within the confins of oure kingdome old Then presentlie appeard vnto my sight Two valiant knights stout, hardie, fearce and bold The one wher of my brother Edward hight The vt her fleiming vnto those I told Cumins deceat and how by heau'ns revenger I had escaip'd so imminent a danger.

Thus tallked wee and thus along we pas Till by good hap a Messinger we met Who after streat Inquerie did confes He was vpone a secreat Message set To Englands King for Cumins busines Whose letters did requyre the King to let Mee soone by death from my revolting Mind Els Scots to mee shold shorthie be enclind.

Wheir Cumin was we vrgd him to declair Within the Cloister of Drumfreice quod h•• Thither with restles speid we did repair And in the Church he seimd devotiuslie To kneile, for as he sat, we kild him their The which I fear his caus'd my miserie For that Jov's sacred hous we thus defild Rashlie with his sin gultie blood so wild.

Then was I soone receau'd of alas King And on my head I weere the Crowne alone I did a great and mightie Armie bring To rais my state cast doun from honors Throne In whose brave strength good hope I had to wring The reull from Edwards hand and Marching on With dreadfull Terror on the trembling Earth I pitcht my Tenis before the Wall's of Pearth.

Whill thus I did my rightfull Claime beginn With warrs sterne shok and Trumpets dreidfull blast My kingdome by victorious Arm's to winn Trew Scots with my Imperiall standart past The Lion fierce a field of Gold within Which seimd throw th'air agrumling Noise to cast Whose Chaine thus brok made mightie Edward quake Fearing much blood wold not his Fuerie slake* 1.2

But then eu'ne then began my Endles caire My sorrou's great my wo my wrack and all Proud fortun then did all Her frouns prepair Wheirwith she ever siince my hairt do'th gall For then she broght mee with a wondrous snair My Jnfamie my wrak my los and fall A Period long heir made the wofull king Sob's from his Breist send secreit Murmwring

Yet in the sad confussioun of his mind This too too sad a Tragedie he told Within the towne of Perth then did we find The English armie with their Captane bold My Sold'ours harts to Battel all inclind Oft darr'd them forth with bravads from their hold But they nor we in warr more wys and warrie Knew by what means to make vs all miscarie,

The Gen'rall who Sir aymer Vallangs hight A herold send and thus he do'th direct him That day the Sabbath wes he wold not fight But on the Morrow nixt we should expect him And he wold soone abait My pride my might That was so bold thus fondlie to neglect him Yet I not cairing those his vanting words Would answer him with noght but spears and suord'••▪* 1.3

Then chusing furth aduantage of the Ground Neu'r doubting that he wold his word infrenge Made all my Camp that eirst no rest had found Refresh them selfs in hope of blest revenge Thus all at rest when eche was sleiping sound No reest I got (and which was yet more strainge A kynd of vncouth fear assaild my heart I neids wold ryis and furth I walk'd aparte,

Now was't about the dead hour of the night While as the Watch in heavie sleip didly When noys of neighing horssis heare I might And throgh the Air men's voices found neir by I stood amazd till Phebe with her light Piteit my cause and made me to discry A mightie Armie Marching hard at hand As many thryse as those I did command.

I caus'd sound all arum presentlie Which made them with a showt to hast their pace And with their Drums and Trumpets roaring cry They make a sadd and dreadfull noyse allas Fyve hundreth of my Camp no more had I Yea those half arm'd with saintnes fear Embrase The rest were sleiping kild some fled along For lo oure foes wer tuentie thousand strong.

And nat'rall Scots the greatest parte of those Natural said I no most vnnatrall rather For these ew'ne these were still oure greatest foes Most Viper-like and worsh then Vipers ether For vs at last They forst, Much ground to lose Freind gainst his freind the Sone against the father I stay'd behind their furie to gainestand Till softlie thence reteir'd my mangled band.

As Hunters keen that douth a parke enclose To take or slay the staige Deir, hynd or hart So were we now en compast by our foes Six and my self the rest were fled a heart All which wer tane thought honor none did lose Eache hardie bold eache bare a valiant part Yet I escap'd out through these Squadron's strong So del't my fate to work my greater wrong,* 1.4

Nor was proud fortune thus suffeisd at al With those misluks and these my greuous mo'ns Triumphing on my shame my fate my fall And heaping on a thousand wo's at onc'e But when my brok'ne force I did recall Vniting them for new Invasions I fand seuen tyms as many mo had left me As my fearce foes revenging sword bereft me.

And yet with those all hopeles hartles faint I forc't was to the Montans for to flie Wheir nothing els but penurie did hant Much trauel paine and sorow suffred we Yet none at all did pitie this oure want Tho we abode for them this miserie And which was wors this Terror did enseue Ev'ne native Scots did most oure liu's persue

Ev'ne native Scots my life persew'd indeid Altho for them this task I vndergo Their welth to winn broght all my want my neid Yet for my Love, dispight, and hate they sho And this my love did so all bounds exceid I made my freind my foe; becaus their foe Yet whill I seik Their honor wealth and ease They seik my death my fall this* 1.5 foe to pleas,

Like to that fishe the mightie Whale doth gu'ide From craggie Rocks and shallows throw the Dein In the waist bosome of the Occeane wide The Whale her brood wold fain devoure to keip Her self aliue, and yet she stealls aside When she espy's the Monster rest or sleip Brings forth her brood with care to keip them frie But they doe her devour Immediatlie

So fair's with mee that cair's to keip alive My Natioun frie from mightie Edwards Iaw's The greater pairt of my owne subiects strive Who shall devoit mee first with tearing Paw's For lo when to the Montain's I arive Left of my owne and left without a cause The lord of Lorne a mightie armie bring's To bring my self to end with my design's.* 1.6

Of all my Armie was five hundreth left That took a pairt with mee in weile and wo Which Number few of strength was clene bereft For pining Famein had opprest them so In their paill Face was pailler death ingraft Vpon their wereid lims they fanting go Yet curage did their weikned strength renew And willinglie they wish the fight t'insew,

Thrice they their fo'es with woundrous strength assaild And thrice agane their deing forces spent Thrie tyms with matchles valor they prevaild Thrie tyms their foes their Number did augment Yea which is most of all to be bewaild Oure foes tho ten too one did still prevent Oure victorie with fresh and new suppleis, For one cum's in still, as one other deis.

At last their forces did so much abound That we're encompasd in on eu'rie syde Whill as dark night ou'r shaddow't all the ground As piteing vs whill she our lose espyde Thrie hundreth lost of my best Knights I found The rest sore wounded fighting still abide Nor wold they once be tane or yeeld or flie But wold their blood revenge and fighting die.

Yet when I causd to sound a sad Retreat They hewd a passage throw these Squadrons strong Still fighting they Reteir and still their date With valors endles praise thay do prolong At last they entred all a narrow streat On each side streatch'd a mounting rock a long When I by Fortun last of all did stand Them to restraine that wold oure lyves demand.

Thrie Knights was their mee by my armour knew And were suborn'd before my life to take Who seing mee allone did fast persew Two lights theirby aduantage for to make The th••••d befoir me did the fight renew Whill they mount vp the crags and wins my bak Thus was I sore assaild on ew'rie side But mightie Ioue my saiftie did provide.

I did of Victorie almost dispair But Iove, hev'ne fate and fortun wild not so To end my wrack my miserie my care Preserving me to greater shame and wo To fight whill as the formest did prepair It was my luke to kill him with a blo The one a foot essay'd with mightie force By my one leg to pull me from my horse.

And in the Stirro'p thrust all his arme weel ny•• The third leapt vp vpone my hors behind And thrust his dagger in my side awry Whill as the vther draw's me to the ground But in the Stir'p his arme so bruzed I And with his heills my hors such way has found That he the vse of feit had quyte bereft him Then I cut of his arme and so I left him.

But now the third that all this time allone Was siurlie set behind me on my hors Did wound me thrice altho not mortall one Whome in my arms at last I straind by force And on my hors befoir I laid him on The dagger then wheirwith he wroght my losse I made to digg a passage throw his hearte And thence his Cursed Soult did sone departe.

Thus fred of all my soes and frie from danger For all the rest did long before reteir I wandred throgh the Desart like a stranger And of my mangled Band no news could heire So dois a Shipheard sad and wofull rainger That holds the Wolf in chace till night draw neir Then to his flleecie flock returneth back But of their fearfull flight has lost the tracke.

At last when I a forrest did espy Grim night look't furth with greislie countenance Her smookie breath in duskie clouds doth flie From her paill lip's, and darkned heavins bright glance Ou'r vailling all the earth and azur Sea With shaddow's dim that dreadfull sights aduance I stray'd a fortnight in this wood vn sterv'd Roots herbs and water still my life preserv'd.

Wearie at last with feantnes all possest Amongst the Flowrs I layd me doun to prove If my sore wearid Soull could find some rest Since daeth did scorne my wois for to remove Neir wheir I lay from mightie Roks increst A siluer Brook doun tumbling from above With cheirling Murmurs sweit and dulceit sounds Whose Echo from a hollow Pit redounds.

The treis about me Arbour like did grow With busshie topps and tender twists aloft Whilst Zephyres milde sweit gentle breath did blow The leav's with muttring made a murmor oft That with the bubling of the streame below Had Rock'd my senses in a slumber soft Whill as my Spreit was trubled from above Straunge Aparitions in my Soull did move.

Mee thought great Fergus did before mee stand With ghostlie looks with fearce and angrie cheir I hard his voice like thunder to demand A compt most sharp of all my labors heir So great a taskas thow has taine in hand With greater pains quod he thy Ioys must cleir Vp then arise this life wold blot thy fame And shuld redound to thy Eternall shame,

In the waiste bosom of the western laike Of Albion neir Irish montains hore Neptune a pene Insula doth make Stretching his azure arms along the shore Their must thow all thy sorrows quite forsaik And comfort find for all thy greifs of yore Vp then with speid I say and thither go Wheir thow Jov's will and Mercie both shall kno.

This said through Shaiples air he went away I suddantlie awak't and was agast Yet weyghing weill the sentence he did say I soght my hors in haste and thence I past When as I traveld had but half a day Within that Valey I arriv'd at last Wheir yow I fand thus may yow sie with all How greate misfortuns works my greater fall.

Then quod the Douglass Sir I yow desire Forget these passions straunge, too straung alace Since Fortune now shall change her sad attire And ever after look with cheirfull face An hard beginning to an end aspire Of ewerlasting happines and grace The mightie minds to honor still repare Throw rare difficulties and daungers rare.

Wheir Fergus Ghost directs their must yow go Winter draws neir heir must yow noght abids Their havin's your fortune fait shall to yow sho Eu'ne vnto yow and all the world beside In these and suche like speaches past these two The longsome night till Morpheus provide For drowsie flight, who ou'r the Earth soone past And lights on them with lazie wings at last.

When nights swift cours with silence was outworns She givs a kinde fairweill vnto the day The wing'd Musitians which awake the morne With hollow throts and horned bills did play The Nightingale whose Musik Match dooth scorne The Maues that throw Forrest Echois ay The lark that warns the craftsmen of their pains And laborers that daylie toyll for gaine.

Eu'n as a Man in sleip that seems to heare Of Instruments and song a hevn'lie sound To them in sleepe such sounds did now appeare Their Soulls transported were when Ioys abound They hard the Aengells heav'nlie Musick cleir In Paradise it seemd them selfs they found Cloy'd whill they walk throw groves of all delight Sweit to the smell and plesant to the sight.

And in this pleasant Slumber whill they lay This fetherd Crue with their enchanting sound Above them on the tender twists do play Wheir Musicks weilset descant did abound When in the east arois the glorious day His crisped loks in siluer Cisterns drownd Waueing his golden vaill bright poure and cleir Wheir throw the clouds like crimsone flams apeir.

The Argument.

The Bruce dispersed host their Lord doeth know Who to Kintyre reteirs and their doeth sie An aged Syre that vnto him doeth show The heauen lie const ullations curtouseie And his blesd race and princelie stemm doeth dra•• From these rair purtrates in the heauens that be He showes eche Prince and doeth the lyne aduance To that fair matchles Douager of France.

Caput. 4.

SOft now my Muse and do not sore to hye Waed not in curious questiones too deep Let thy pure ground be trueth and veritie And learne the cheefest pointe's & heads to keep Altho thou somtyme wantonize awry To recreat thy self yet softlie creep So neir the treuth as none may heare nor se To taint the chastest care nor sharpest eye.

The chyld doeth learne his lessone euerie day Yet play doeth oftin recreat his Sprite play sharpes thingyne makes pregnant witt's they say After long studie honest mirth is meet The purest trueth doeth harshslie rune away But sau'ed with Parnass streames it sounds more sweet The strengthes stomak waek and wanting power With sugar sweet accepts a portion sover.

Whill Bruce and Douglas sleepes and dreames of toyes That in their moystned braine impression makes Evne as the Day comes in they heare a noyes A noyes that suddanelye them both awakes Yet makes them both therafter to reioyse And greif's sad vale from their sharp eyes it shaekes For heaune blissd Bruce was so with patience cround Adversitie his mynd could neuer wound.

Altho he gravelie did vnfold his ill Vnto the valiant Count his woes bewaeling Yet with a constant minde he actes them still His cheerfull lookes and words so muche prevailling As in their heattes all thought of feare did kill And winnes their love their curage still appealling Who were his followers in eche wofull fight And could no danger feare if in his sight.

Which made them all way vp and doun to rainge Throw desarts Montains plains and Ferrests hore Bewailling their hard lots and fortuns strainge Their want of food, but want of him much more They did lament and in this wofull chainge They sweare to venge his death or die theirfore For sure they thoght he by mishap did stray Amongst his foes when night did parte the fray

Now were they come neir to the grove wheir he And Douglas slumberd soundlie in a dreme Who both awaekt rush'd furt he and streight they sie An armed man the King knew weill his name whome when he cald the rest did quicklie flie furth through the groves; some feares, and some thinkes shame Yet loue and ioie recald them all at last Before his feit them selfes they humblie cast.

So haue I fiene a moore-hen in the spring Missing her tender Brood throw desearts straying She in her throat some chirping nots doth sing Which when they heare with naturall loue repaying Her kyndlie cair in haist them selfs they bring And floks about her all her will obeying She seims right glad to sie her yung ones so Scap'd from the Daunger of their rawning foe

When he vnlac'd his burnishd helme of gold His milde, Sueit, manlie countenance they knew Vertue and Grace diuyne they might behold Like Phebus beams from his fair looks t'ensew As Phebus draw's the dew vp from the mold His eies their hearts so from their bosoms drew Before him still vpone their kneis they fall To gratious hea'uens they render thankes for all

He thankes them for their saith their trueth their love And to eche man did seuerall favores sho Soone after they from thence did all remove And westward to Dumberton glaedlie go From thence great Neptunes freindship wold they prove And th' Oceans watrie force they neids wold kno Shipd for Kyntire fleing the wind before Ere morrow nixt they saiflie came to shore.

The king his men in throgh the cuntrie sent With them the Errl of lennox for their Lord An vther way he with the Douglas went To sie what fauour fortuon wold affoord They trawelling allong with this Intent At last their way them to a wod restord Wheir half a myill at most they had not riddin When both to ryd one way were thus forbiddin.

Two vglie monstruous wolfs they might espy Had kild a harte and on the same was feiding Eche choosd a wolf his hors swist Paise to try For Boare-spears serud their launce in this proceeding Eche wolf his follower leads a sundrie way Their eger chase and ther persuit deriding What fortun hevins for Douglas had apointed We'll after show, now to the Lords anointed

I mean the Bruce that brave and valiant Prince Who with an egger mind perseu'd the chace The wolf had left the wood and for defence Vnto a mighte Rock he rins a pace Breathles he seimd so slowlie running thence As made the Prince hope weill to winne the race He cuyts his horse rins vp the Rock in haiste But soone he loste the sight of whome he chaist

His trevell lost he wold returne o're night Yet anye where to ryid he doeth not knoe The Rock he seis of such a wondrous hight As all the countrey round about would show Vp then he goes to view so fair a sight Whill he ascends the sone discendet low But e're he could vnto the top attaine Night spreds her painted vaile o're all the plaine.

In heavns heighe court the lampes all lighted shynes Which him constraind to searche some place of rest The montaines top was deckt with oakes and pynes Where nature hade a garden rairlie drest With fontanes walkes and groves without ingynes Of arte: yet seemd of artes best skill poseest But sad it seemd to Nightes sad shad inclyning Showne to the Prince by Phaebes feble shyning.

At last arryving by a fontane syid Beneath a leavie aged oak he lyes A heartie draught of the cold streame he tryed Which for a daintie maill did him suffice And now his cogitation deeplie weyghed Earthes glorie vane and wordlie fantasies Compairing all beneath heavns syluer boures. To cloudes of smook to shaddowes dreames of flowres

Thus rap'd with admiration whill he lyes He vewes the starres and all the heavenlie lightes When as he heares a sound pas throughe the skyes Lyik to the noyes of floodes impetuous flightes Or as when fearfull doues in numbers fleis Aer and their winges with noyes them selfes affrightes Suche was this noyes yet nothing he perceaves Nor was there wind to move the trembling leaves.

A dark gray clowde past furthe o're all the air But nightes pale Qveene cleird all the heavns at last When to him did an old grave man repair Whoes head and beard had youthes freshe cullor past A cristal glob his trembling hand vpbeare Where heavne o're earth did move from east to west Their starres and planets shynd most bright and cle•••• Which by a sprit was mov'd as might appeare.

A Spherik glob within hung lyk a ball That figurdrairlie furth the earth and sea Which round about was frie from heavns cleir wall Whose restles course round o're this glob did flie The glassie sea now calme then seemd to swell Where wind-tost shipes with tydes and tempests be Whill Neptunes azurd armes the earth embraceth That cirquits yles and shore from shore vnlaceth.

Thus with a curious Pinsell th' earth was drawne Heir meidds, their flood••s, heir wodes their mōtanes were Heir tounes, their towres, with flowrie gardenes showen Heir vines, their figges, pomgranates Cydrons fair Heir plowemen teill, their heards and flokes at knowne Heir Bowres doeth proyne their vines with wōdrowes care Their sicklee cutts the corne heir sythes the Hay Heir peace, their warrelyke armeis in array.

Vnto the Prince this aged Syre drew neir Whill chast Diana shynd more fair and bright Cled in a horye mantle white and cleir He seemd devote in prayers to spend the night Leane flesh••d, his wattrie blood sweld vaines appeir His ghostlie lookes still offerd death his right Whoe pausing long with stedfast staering eyes This salutation did at last devyse.

Peace be to thee my Lord and Prince sayd he Whom great and mightie Ioue has hir her sent That thow might know his mercies great by me And of thy bad and by past life repent The shame the foyle the losse that falles to thee Is Ioues iust doome because thow gave consent. Vnto thy will wrathe vengeance and defyld His sacred house with sinfull blood so vyld.

Thy Nationes foyle their wrak and their distres Thy countreis shame her woe her desolation Thy subiects lose in care all confortles Whom mightie Ioue has hade in detestation For their great sinnes their faultes their cairlesnes Of his soule feidding word ô wicked Nation That still with folie blindnes pride abuse Did sacred thinges apply to sinnefull vse.

Their filthie life their lewd lasciuious lust Their walloweing in sensuall delight Threattens a dreadfull storme e're long that must Swellow them vp in their owne sinnes dispight But leave we them and their affliction iust And now behold this day succeding night These burning balles to thee and thyne shall prove Heavns for sight wisdome mercie grace and love

This counterfite of those bright orbs behold The earth and sea but heavns of greatest wounder Whose restles course about the poles is rold With contrare motiones their first mobill vnder The firmament with fixed starres vntold Whoes various shapes and rare effects we pondre Lynes tropickes circles Zones and Zodiack Wherin Sol doeth the yeirs four seasones make

Almightie Joue whoe made heavns wondrous frame Has made manes witt so rairlie excellent That he can vivelie counterfite the same And his great makers worke can represent With heavnlie furie: rap'd with sacred flamme Of artles artes invention, noght content Of his all working wonders heir below But e'vne the heaunlie mansiones heir must show.

Lo where the Planets eche his sphere within Keeps time and course with heavnes trew planets all* 1.7 Forcd by their Primomobill for to rinn In twice twelf houres about this earthlyk ball And their owne course they end and they beginne With heauns bright lampes for thus they rise and fall Chast Phebes course iust in a month goes right Now poore then wealthie of her Brothers light.

Mercure and Venus follows Phebus Teame His tender wings her dows on him depend Whose lead of light and life-reuiuing beame Abowt a yeer his nat'rall course doth end And Marae in twice twelf months resums his game Saturns mild Sone in twelf twelf months rescend* 1.8 Cold horie Saturus leaden coach that rins In threttie years leau's aff wher he begins.

All these heavns azure cannabie surrounds Sprinkled with eies spekled with tapers bright Spangled with spangs throw all his boundles Bounds Sowin all with glistring sparks of glansing light Sett with gilt stoods and golden skowchand grounds Powdred with twinkling starrs whoes kapring flight Glanseth doun right and with their myld aspects Works in th'inferior bodies strainge effects.

Those sparking Diamonds this ritche vaill contains Whoes number numberles ar past account Hath twalf that biasway's ouerthwart her lains With pourfull virtue decks her gloriousfront And those at signes wheirin the Planets reignes Whill they discend or rise or fall or mount For they pertake in their swift revolution From echo of those strenth, virtue, force & motion.

Beside all those about the Polls yow sre Figurs of what almost in earth is found For the all-knawing-minde of maiestie Before he fram'd this ritche embrowdred round The plot in his Idea seemd to be And forme of all his future works profound Thus wirking in his spreit divin'lie rare Long ere the world was made the world was their.

Vnfolding then that ritche and glorious Tent He portrayd with a Pinsell most divine Vpon the all enlightning firmament Those tabr's of his future works in fine Wheir lo behold thy braue most brave discent That Sollie in the letter aige sall shine Bearing Christs standerd and his Churche defending Bounding their Empire with the worlds ending.

Eathniks not knowing God al provident Haue names of eathniks to these forms assign'd But lett it thee suffice and be content That I heirin vnfold what Iove design'd By these bright Pontraits portreyd in the Tent Of azur gilded heavins Pavilion sign'd By his owne hand, and for him self their mark it Forew'r Immortaleisd for heavin Imbark-it,

Greate Architector of this wondrous frame Raise vp my Spreit to thy celestiall Throne* 1.9 Let my poore soule contemplat in the flame Of thy all dazling beautie wheir allone Thy glorious beams reflecting may ou'r quhelme My waikned sight and more then Sun-like shone On my poore soules all darkned Cinthi'as eyes Mak her to earth ecclipst, cleir toward skyes,

Wheir with the Prophets face began to Shine Hee suddanlie with Sacred furie glows His Soule cleiv's throw the ten fold orbs in fine And from sole Maiesteis bright Glorie drow's Her all celestial Sacred food divine A Sun like brightnes on his forehead grow's A schining luster from his eies furth sent A firie glance of goldlyke Blandishment.* 1.10

First thow, said hee, the Rampand Lion tyis* 1.11 Wha wandering from his Den goes farre a stray Intrap'd in snaires and foraigne subtilteis Whoe erst subdew'd all prays becums a pray To craftie subtill Foes yet doth arise With glorious Triumph to their greate decay And hee whoe scornd a strainger sould command Now yeelds his Neck to thy victorious hand.* 1.12

Heir saillis the Schip wheirin thy young Sone sitts Slyceing the vaus of Azur trembling plains And wafts into a forren land that fitts For greennish youth (wheir all delight Remains) Whill heir sterne warrs remorsles furie fretts And tears oure Bowells a shunder, strip's oure vaint Yet this blist bark oure Jason brings from Greece And of sweit Peace brings home the Golden Fleece

But lo heir cums the loftie coach-man doune That after him draw's furth suche lamps of light Such Jems such Pearels and Jewells for the crune Such Ornaments such onlie rare delight That Sun like schyns with evir blest renowne And all from Po to Gangis feiris their might Yea and him self his chairge so weil discharges Earths sole Impire Joue for his Seed enlarges.

Then cums ••hat holie Prince Graue wise and old That for his children murning still laments Whoes spotles life heirby the Swans foretold His thoghts and looks the Eagill still presents For lo his Eies bent vpwards still behold Fixt on his Phebus the one trine Essence Hee for his children plains to Ioue abowe Whoe shall regaird his looks his life his love.

Heir cums that Prince of wrongfull Boundage frie* 1.13 Who that myld Virgin iustice did releace From that wild Monster raiging Tirannie And sett her frie to all his happie race Hee rewels the land with laues and equitie In Whoes blist regue flous knawlege welth and Grace Of Iustice in his hand hee holds the* 1.14 heid Whois splender striks all malefactors deid

Heir monted doth that valiant Prince advance Whoes heavin-wrocht lance his enemies ov'rthrouis In whome shal schine pure virtues radiance Rais'd vp on hie by Ioue gainst all his foes The ravening wolf hee foilles with Temperance And the trew Path to treew Religion shois Moueing his subiects hearts their minds and all Greate Ioue to feare and on his name to call.

Now in thy time quod he shall heir arriue A worthie knight that from his natiue land Shall flie becaus he brauelie shall deprive In glorius fight a knight that shall with stand Thy Praises deu whill he doth thee descriue Yea ewin this knight shall with victorious hand Come heir whoes name his Seid shill eternize And still they virteus line shall sympathize* 1.15

From this great man shall one far greater spring Whom fortune fair and fate shall stil attend Bellona fearce and Venus myld shall bring Laurells from Mars but to greate loue shill send A Garland ritche sprung from this worrthie King Whose royall Stem vnto the endles end Of his greate line their Tempels sall adorne* 1.16 With neuer setting ever rysing morne.* 1.17

For lo the Daughter of this worthie * Prince Sall wed this knight thts Lord of heigh renowne Whose hight whose greatnes and whose excellence Whose Schulders seims ane Atlas to the crowne Of him shall come that mightie Lord whoe thence Shall go and proud rebellious Danes beat doun He to obey his Princes great commaud Shall tak this bold and wightie chairge in hand.* 1.18

An Armie and a Nauie he shall bring ou're thetis glassie montans groundles Deip Vnder his wings that disin throned King Shall go: whose crowne rebellious Danes still keip Ou're all these northern worlds his name sall ring Terror in Eurie Ear: whill he doeth steip His sword in their most valiant Princes blood Whose might his all-commanding will gane stood.

And to his wounted height that King shall raise And Inthroneize him in dispight of foes With fame With glorie and with endles praise He shall returne vnto his land but lose When he hath spent in honors height his dayes Fauord by heau'ne fred from vntimlie Woes Of him discending shal a Greater ryise And lift his Glorie farr aboue the Skyis.

He shall this land Gouerne Protect defend ••rom forangne force from home-bred Ciuill broille And the Emperiall swey shall swet lie bend Whill the right heyre is Yung in these great toille Eune the most christian king sall seu in end For his greate freindschip and his favor whills To Dignitie aloft he shall him rear Thus sall his greatnes schyn both heir and their.* 1.19

Nor yet this Prince allone shall be the last That shall surmount his Predicessors farr But this great famelie shall spred so fast As England shall in'uy that such a Starr Schot from their sphere hath their cleir lichts surpast And like a comet blazing blood and warr Streams furth their beams that eche wheir purge from error And warmis their freinds but burns their foes with terr••••

This famous line shall floorish more and more Greate Columns faire rare Pillars of the crowne Ritche ornaments that shall the land decore Sune-glistring-lights with euer blisd renowne Heaune▪blazing lamps whoes flame from virtues stor•• Brings oill wheirin they hell-bred Hydras drowne But leave we them, and of thy royall race, Show heavins-rare blessings, greatnes, hight••, & grace.

Then comes that Serpent berar furth in view In base borne venamous blood to much delighted Our all the land their poysoned goir they spew And all his weill borne subjects much affrighted Wheirof greate harme greate vengance doth ensew For those foull Beasts of eche so much dispighted Shall be the caus of this greate Princes fall Their Poison so infects heart minde and all:* 1.20

And Archer like the nixt doth martche on foot Amidst his armie rashlie to persew His craftie fo'es whill his brave minde to stout Shall scorne the Counsal of his subjects trew Their shall vnwars this war-like Prince no dout Be lost whoes want thow Scotland long shall rew For lo too soone his sone of glorie Bright Is chok'd with mists of feats vntimelie Night.* 1.21

And heir behold that Magnanimious King Most iust in peace most valorus in warr his royall Scepter bravelie managing Whoes glorious fame shall pears all Europs ear From him fair Beuteis faerest floure shill spring Whom heir you sie sett in a royall chear And their her dangling golden locks intreyld Much these have blist her but much more her child.* 1.22

The Argument.

The south and North crownes ioynd by that great King Who of all Kinges hea'uns blissinges most embrace His works his witt heauens care him sa••f to bring To happie and: his two rair impes of grace In whom hess bles'd more then in anye thing By warr the youngest reules the earth in peace The Prophet leaues the Prince amaizd at last He foyles six Knights then to his armie past.* 1.23

Caput. 5.

BVt heir o Sc••tland heir beginnes thy spring of honor wealth fame glorie praise & blisse Eune now & not til nou high hea'uns doth bring Thy happines thy good thy all wish Thy fame thy name for e're eternizing If sinfull pride beare not thy wayes amis Hence shall thy glorie and thy greatnes grow Swelling o're seas and o'ra all landes shall flow.

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Their o're the glob of Sea and earth he stands Whiche to the North ioynes sowthes fair Diadem And Boreas spatious impire all commands And all wheir Titan coolls his firie team If thow can number furth the Ocean sands Or all those spangled golden wonders name In radiant coache that course heauns lists a pace Then may'st thow compt his blisd and frutfull race* 1.24

This, this, is hee, eu'ne hee, whome havin propoines Greate Jou's eternall motto for to beare whoes Soule refyning sighs heart-scolding grones shall on this Altar of Deuotion reare Trew zeall trew faith and trew repenting moin'•• From whence ascends the sueit perfums of Pra're To the one-trin whoe from his merceis Throne Shall rain doun plenteus showrs of Greace anone.

From so great Dangers shall the Lord him saue And to suche hight of happines him bring That tho nogth els could eche ones ears bereaue Yet this shall be ane eue••lasting Signe For eche to sing, his mild Sweit virtues grave Without correction bent to eche designe His Bountie clemencie and equitie His constant minde and his stabilitie.* 1.25

The least of nothing can my Muse record Whoes wings is lag'd with vapors gros and fatt but this I know that his imperiall sword shall Slyce doun sinne and scheild the desolat But should I thus with seiming scheuis debord His praise so Infinit so in tricat No no deir muse serche not wheir is no end Onlie him self him self can comprehend

For all the Muses at his Birth desending Throu the cleir Welkin of oure westerne clyme As when a firie flashe of lightning Bending With twinkling rays glids dounward often time A mid the tufted plains so they attending On his blist Birth, infuse their sacred rims His spreit within, and with Ambrosiall kisses In his blisd soule, they breath a heau'ne of blisses.

This done they with a wreath of starrs haif cround His Tempills which a Tripill croune adorne With dowble Bayis and Lawrell much renound They give two glorious titles new'r outworne And maks his voice diuinlie to resound Our all the earth on wings of fame still borne O miracle his voice lyik lightning darte The golden schowrs of poleist witt and arte.* 1.26

His Muse shall flie with sweitest eloquence In learned layes to charme all spreits all sences And like a Queene in pomps magnificence Sche's richest still when lairgest in expences In Scarlot heir in crimsone their and thence In purple robs adorning royall prences More ritche then golden Tesseu's swelling cost* 1.27 With rairest Jems and pretious stones imbost,* 1.28

And then anone in Arm's addrest for warr A steill bright sword she' is brauelie brandishing Heir dois she place the thundring connons their To Mars she bids the roiring trumpets sing The victor getts her lawrell for his schare That bring him more then Cresus gold could bring But now in sabel blak her self she suits* 1.29 And Magick spells diuinlie she refuits.* 1.30

Then Sanct like sits she in a secret Cell And sacred phraises sent from heavin above Furth from her pen in plentie doeth distell Confounding all that quest'ouns vaine wold prove And from her witts deip tressour springs a well Whoes source from Gods celestiall throne doth move On golden channell slyds this siluer streame And drouns her foes in groundles Gulfs of shame,* 1.31

Yea how soew'r her self she list t'adorne With Diadems or coats of warlick steill Or wisdoms grauer suits she list haue borne Yet eurie thing becums her schaip so weill That still her self she seims whoes rising morne Shall haue no night whoes mightie flowing Nile Our flows all lands and with hir swelling wawe Holds hirs in peace and vthers all in awe,

This Prince more wealth peace honor greatnes brings Then all that swey'd his Scepter ewer before But heir since heaune him by his worth desings That to all times and aige shall him restore Since all and ewrie thing his praises sings I can but lessen what all tyms maks more But in his seid rare blessings shall attend him Which it sall pleas almightie Joue to send him

In midst of famous Scotland does their ly A valey grac'd with Nature airt and care As fertill as the soill of Araby As plesaunt as Thessalian Tempe fair On which from heaune no blustring Tempests flye Nor Zephire blou's but sweit and wholsome air A long whoes side the Ocheli montans rise And lifts their swelling topps aboue the skyis.* 1.32

Doun through the midst of this fair valey glids The christall Forth with glansing siluer hew Whoes roaring stream on golden channell slids With murmur sweit in Thetis bosume blew Of brooks supply'id with lib'rall store besids Which tops of towring montans still renew Whoes springs the dry insatiat meids suppleis And moister lends to herbs to fructs and treis,

In midst of this fair valey doth arise A mightie mounting roche of wondrous height On whoes ambitious bak as in the skyis A Citie stands impregnabile to sight A Castell on his loftie crest espyis The valeys rownd about the montans hight Below the roch the glanncing River glids In whoes cold streams hee coolls his horte sids

When Titan doth vp to the sowth aspire Ascending through heauens vaults of brightest azure These loftie turrets seim to haue desire To view their beauteis pride whill thay haue leasure Then sett they all the rowling flood on fire Whoes trembling billous show their golden Treasur The smilling flood Illustrats them with beams Whill as their beautie beautifeis her streams.

Within this Paradise of all delight Thus grac'd with airts proud wealth and Naturs care Shall to the world be borne that lamp of light Whoes schyning shaip yow at beholding their But ah too soone snatcht vp from humane sight Whoes lose shall mak the western-world dispair That heauins can raise them to their former blis* 1.33 Since they haue reft so great a Good as this.* 1.34

O could hee leiue he were a worthie Prence By nature in her richest wealth enrold And fraught with all the guifts of excellence That either Man could wisch or heauins vnfold But o too wise and too too sone taine hence Heauin scorns that earth so great a good should hold Albions be war least heauins vpon the lowr Who thus vntimelie cutts thy fairest flowr.

Then shall arise a Prince of his owne kind Borne of his dame and of his sire begot Whoes matchles haughtie and heroick mind Shous heauens 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* 1.35 Gainst his victorious Arms that dars prepare.* 1.36

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 bre••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.* 1.37

To whoes 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 shalbe wanted But all from fertill Jnde to Occades All shalbe his and his victorious hand* 1.38 Ou'r sea and earth all nations shall command.* 1.39

And lo that dreadfull Serpent scourge of earth Whoes pride aloft him to the heavns doth rear Shall yeeld to his all-conquering arme whoes worth•• From his prowd head this Diadem shall tear And Ioyne it to his oune by right of Birth* 1.40 Then to his sauiours sacred tomb shall bear* 1.41 This glorious standart this triumphant Signe* 1.42 Of sinn of death of hells great tameing King.* 1.43

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.* 1.44

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.* 1.45

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 whoes 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 nea•• 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 shalbe 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 ••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* 1.46 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 ••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* 1.47 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* 1.48 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 And with sterne warrs wold Sarasens Persew,

Then said he to that graue and antient Syre Wise holie father let me once be bold Thy blisd and happie name for to require Of whom my verie soules content I hold. Great Prince quod he I yeeld to your desire Rimour I hight your slave and seruand old My loue and my last dueue to discharge I hither came as you shall know at large.* 1.49

For the appointed time is drawing neir Wh••n my poore soule must leaue this ruind toure Know then an Angell did to me appeir And of these reuel ationes gaue me power Onlie for thee, becaus the Lord doeth heare The wofull plaintes and groninges eurie houre Of thy still torterd land which hea'uns surmonted And mercie begd where mercie neuer wanted.

That onlie thou selected for reliefe By the one-trine eternall maiestie Crost with misfortune sorow paine and greif For that vilde slaughter sacrale grouslie In Joues sole sacred house but that mischeif Hath thy vnfaind repentance freed from thee Should heir by me heau'ns endles bountie know For to remoue thy cares, and confort show.

Persist thou still then in thy iust desire For mightie Joue stands Arm'd against thy foe'•• Now all thy Bad misfortuns shall retire Hence shalt thou euer winn and neuer lose Thou frielie shalt Posses a frie Empire And such renoune such fame and glorie goes Of thy greate name that thou shalt haue more praise Then euer had a Prince before thy dayes.

Now quod the Prince old father I wald know If theis great kings shal beutifie my name No no quod he but from thy loynis shall grow One trie whois fruict shall flurishe still with fame And one the bankis of siluer forth shall show Tuo branches faire for to adorne that stream Who turnis and bous his crooked schoris about To keip such heaune blest treasur eon got out.* 1.50

And so fairweill this said throu schaples air Hee went away, a light cleir bright and schining Enlightned all the Place so cleir and fair As Phebus seimd but Phebe thence refining His paill old Beautie spent with aige and cair The Prince his kneis and dasled eies inclining Downe fals he straight lyfe seemd to leaue his statione Stroke blind with light and dumb with admitatione.

When hee recouerd of this brain-sicke trance He look't, about but could no wheir behold The cause of such a golden rediance Nor anie wheir sie that graue Prophet old Which chang't and altred much his countenance T••••xt dout and fear yet neids from thence hee wold Finding a beaten Path doun to the plane That leids him wheir his horse doth yet remane.

Hee taks him straight and doth from thence depart Revoluing oft into his Princelie mynd If by Illusioun visioun dreame or airt Or if he reft in Spreit such things dewynd But weying weil eche things with ioyfull heart He nothing think vnpossible to find By mighte Ioue altho mans shallow witt Can hardlie be induc'd to credet it

Thus whill he thinks thus whill he musing ride Six knights all arm'd weill monted he espyis Cum towards him he for defence provyds Yeild yeild thy self or die the formest cryis He noght replyid but boldie them abyds Drauing his noble brand them all defyis And in schorttyme so quaild them with rebook That thrie he kild two chas'd and one he took.

Then foreward on his Iournay doth he hold And of his prisoner desirs to know Who reul'd that land hee thus vnto him told To day this cuntrie did me homage ow But I too rasche my fond attempts to bold Hearing of straungers landet heir below Wold with these few my cuntries-wrong prevent But yow allone hath marr'd my fond Intent.

And If yow to King Eduard doth pertaine Or to oure Prince I pray yow schow to me Or with theas lait cum troups if yow remane Whom I but forsight thus wold go to sie I hold of Eduard said the Prince agane Theirof I'm sorie said the knight pardie Great pitie war't in such vnlaughfnll warre So excellent a Knight should armour beare.

Thus Iest they thus they talk till they haue gone Farr on the way at last they might discry A warlick troup in glistring armour schone Whom by their arms the Prince knew presentlie They knowing him with heigh applause eche one Made know'ne how weill they lyk't his companie He to his prisoner him self revield Whoe pardon begd and thanks to heaune did ʒeild.

Whill days great Lord ou'r heauns giult roof farr past Beholding Thetis beautie where she lyis Redarting bak his amors til at last Her loue fird smills seimd to Inflame the skyis He hurlls his golden Quhells doun in the wast Breathles for haist he blusht yet doun he hyis Wher on the trembling siluer waues she stood Than diue they both doune throgh the christell flood,

Eune then the Knight the King and all his trane Intreats that night beneth his rooff to rest Wheir too the King doth yeild thus bak agane Right to his Pallace they them selfe addrest But this braue Prince not long did heire remane For why a Ioyfull hope his heart possest Wheirfore he schipt in haist and took the Sea Hoping on his proud foe reuengd to be,

The Argument.

By Fortune Valor and aduentrous chance The Douglas doth releiue three Scottish Dames In Arrans Ile and doth from thence aduance Whill hee is brunt with loues Insulting flames Yet shoues he that on Mars not Cupides launce Glorie prouids to hing triumphand Palmes He finds his Lord to Scotland whoe returns And Turnberrie he sacks distroys and burns.

Caput. 6.

NOw may you think that I haue lost the sight Of Douglas and forgot his warlick deids Whoe still persues his chaise till Sable nighte To saiue her frend & end his game futth speids Then from his weill spurd hors he doth alight To rest till heauns smyld on Apollos steids But long he rests not when he hears a noyse Confus'dlie Iarring with a weiping voyce.

He taks his hors and their in haist doth ride Wheir as him thoght he hard the wofull sound By Pheboes sight at last he hes espi'de On horse some fiftie knights whoe led fast bound Fiue knights thrie Ladeis all behind them tyed Vpon their horse the knights from many a wound Dyit the grein grase in reid that seemd to call For dread reuenge shewing the way with all.

Hee follous still but lo they ride so fast That they by this had gottin to the shore And in a Tall schip soone from thence thay past He seis Sextein in arms their him before That them persew'd with those he gois at last Vnto a Bairge oft wissing to restore To libertie those poore distressed wights The wofull Ladeis and the woundit knights,* 1.51

Now these were led he met vpon the shore By one Sir Robert Boyd a val' aunt knight They from the Armie stray'd not long before When on thrie Gentlemen thay hap't to light Whoe them be soght to aid them to restore Thrie Ladeis rane by crewell English might And comeing nei•• to Arren they conclude With Douglas onlye for to spend their blood.* 1.52

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 whoes myld look in whoes 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 Whoes virtu••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 Whoes 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 Whoes 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 whoes 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 lamph••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 ming••••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 aste••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 whoes 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 whoes 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 Whoes 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,* 1.53 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 heir on you attend Those shall with you home to your counttie wend.

And in the light swift sailling Bairge yow may Be out of reache or these oure foes cum neir But this is it I will you to obey Which of your heauins sworne oath sall mak you clei•• That presentlie you tak without delay Braue murray for your Knight and husband deit Tho I my self yow to my self could wish If to my taste were tyed no other dish.

Let him your chest and spotles hart receaue Him self and his trew loue deserus no les And so your sisters hee and you shall leaue Ws to oure fate whill his greate worthines With these your knights shall you from daunger saue God grant in wealth ease honor you incres Wheir with good Murray efter thanks reply'd Not so braue sit I will with you abyd.

Till this sharp threatning storme be our bloune Orels I surlie were to much to blame Yea and the like goodwill the rest hath shoune But none wold he accept nor none wold name Except braue Boyd in fates of arms weill knowne And with him ten bold fearles full of fame But eue thus gone proud loue must neids obey She deis for greif braue Murray murnes for ay.

Our gallant Earli the sight abids by sea And verye long in fearfull hazard stands At last he winns and Sinks one of the thrie And mightelie the vther two demands To yeild, till both in end at forc'd to flie By the approache furth from the western lands Of one new fleit eu'ne quikle riggid forth By Bruce that famous Prince and full of worth

Whoe glad was Douglas thus againe to find Whose lose with wondrous care he oft lamented All what the Prophet had to him divind He told him there whoe therof much contented Praisis almightie Ioue with thankfull mynd Now that their foes might quicklie be preuented The King his armie their wold set on shore Wheir persie reul't and hee was Lord before.* 1.54

Two tyms heauns glorious golden Post had past Mesuring the boundles bounds of all the skie When Auster to the shore their fleit had chast With cheirfull shoutes eche one a land did flie With thundring founds of Trumpets inter••aist They rear aloft the royall standart hy Wheir as the princelie Lion in his Iaus Wold fo's intombe assunder torne with Paus.

Their Tents they Pitch doun in a pleasant plaine Whill their glade rumor throgh the land aroise Freshe troups from eche pairt to them fleis amaine All wishd to shak ye yok of their proud foes Braue Eduard hear's his brother's come againe To him he with a gallant troup forth goes This dantles Prince so fearce was and so bold He thretning Fortun by the hair did hold.

Now oure great King a Nece had neir hand by A Ladie full of wisdome wealth and worth Who marchis to the Camp Maiestiklie To view her Royall Cusing cam she forth And with her broght a gallant companie In Arms, dreid Mars the Lord was of their birth Into his Warrs those knights she did conuoy Hee thanks her, her he intertains with Ioy,

She vnto him those sad misfortouns told That by mischance had chanc'd since he departed How his fair Queene to his proud foe was sold His brother Neill and Mares greate Earll had smarted Kindrimme also woon, and how that hold By filthie treasone brint was, she imparted And how his greatest foe King Eduart dyit Whoes sone young Eduard now his place supplyit

Throgh all the Camp these rumors sadlie goes Of these misfortouns that eche one abased For all doth ade these new mislucks to thoes That had so much before their fames defaced Their Prince that seis their curage now they lose And for trew worth hade frantik fear embraced Causd bring them all before his royall throne And wiselie thus encorag'd eurie one.

Braue gallant freinds with mee that haue remaind Against so many fearfull dangers past, So many painfull trauells that sustaind Nor from your necks my yock for want wold caft Of hunger thrist and lose you neu'r complaind Nor nothing could your noble mynds agast Thogh fortune thus hath smyld vpon our foes Shall we of feare and not of fame make chois?

No no the Lord forbid we should refuse This warr so iust wheirto we all ar borne Tho conquest with our foes soe long doth vse And our poore wofull cuntrie seimes forlorne It is not destenie but Sinns abuse Not man but God that hath oure cuntrie torne That wee may euill and sin and pride reiect And with repentance murne for our defecte.

Yea if wee do with sad repentaunce murne No doubt but his sweit merceis he'el extend His loue and fauor bak he will returne So hard beginings haue an happie end Our foes hee will consume distroy and burne To cruell them hee this rewerd shal send That when wee haue triumphd on their decay Them selfs shall be vnto them selfs a pray.* 1.55

Thus endit his Prophetik speach devine Which breathing life in their dead hope they leiue His countenance with lightning seimd to shine From his bright looks did courage them reuiue And humbled all befoir Joues sacred shrine With fasts and Prayr these starrie walls they cleiue Before the Lord them selfs they humblie lay With brokin hearts and weiping soules they pray

The King and all his Princes of estate Of Godlines and faith ensampills be With fasting publike prayr and sins regrait The one eternall euerlasting th••ie They do beseich to Pardon them ingrait And vieu with mercie this their miserie Thus they inuoek and from the I ord aboue On them discends grace, mercie conquest, loue.

Now whill they broght their solemm fast to end And holie vous vnto the lord had made To turnberry their haistie course they bend It wold ••hey first besige and first invade Which toun the warlick Perse did defend Within the castell strong him self abade By warlick bruce inuirond so about That noght but feare getts in and curage out.

So suddantlie so vnawars They came That they no time had left vnto them so Their towne to victuall or their strenghts to frame Them to defend or to offend their foe No rolling forc no Ingine nor no ram Oure Gallants soght the walls to overthro By force hee enters at the first essay And to his armie giu's it as a prey

But still the Persie did the castell hold Built on a rock impregnalbe it stands Thrice feirslie he assaults and thrise the bold Northumbrean, beats bak his valiant bands At last the warlik Persie yeild it wold For want of victalls in the Prince his hands Not mou'd forsd feard by Gold by strength nor terror want breeds his faultlesse fault his guilteles error.

This worthie Prince his armie heir wold rest Wereit with trauell both by sea and land His foes disigns to vieu he thinks it best Which charge he putts unto the Douglas hand For this attempt him self he soone addrest With him twise twelf hid dangers to withstand And furth they went the Contreie for to vew What they by valor wroght doth nixt enseu.

The Argument.

The warlick Douglase on his iournay goas Wheir his most loued Lord did him command He finds a deing knight that sadlie shoes A tale most Pitifull to vnderstand Which dooth a wofull Iniurie disclose Wheir of he vous reuenge and in that land He knou's a knight who is counsall doth obtane Douglase cheif strength the English bands ar slaue.

Caput. 7.

FAir fortuns knight that erst had tane in had The cuntrie al about to vieu and sie And all the fois designs to vnderstand whē titanes spous with purple wings forth flie The golden barrs heaunis siluer gates vpbàd She straight vndois when with dreid ma∣jestie On silver pauid heauins her Lord of light Rolls forth his golden whils and chareot bright

The weestern lands in clouds of night enrold From shaddow is dark of death he doth releas When as the earle so strong so stout so bold Brings foorth his troup weill armd and thence a pais He marcht ou'r daells, hills vaills and forrests old And paissaige frie he finds in eue rie place For being oft encountred by his foes Fair victoorie still foreward with him gois

This conquering Lord thrie dayis surth Iournay't right When in a wod hard by a riuer side They sadlie hearea wofull groning knight* 1.56 Forth throu the grous to him in haist thy ride Who deidlie woundit lay a wofull sight His gorie blood the flourie verdir dyit The erle with pitie sadlie him desoght What murtherers that cruell act had wroght.

He weaklie leans his head vpone his hand Wan was his face paile death haith dim'd his sight An holow sound his deing voice yet fand These words he braethed faintlie as he might Ah shall the conquerd conquerours with stand When eu'ne them selfs against them selfs still fight Ah heauins thy wrath procur'd doth nou discend, Ah Scotts, your name, fame, glorie, nou must end.

In Douglas duelt I kennedie I hight My wife a ladie was allace too fair To fair allace my sorrous doth indight Her too chaste mind was frought with virtues rai•• In her was all my ioy all my delight With her remaind my heart my thought my cair Yea she me also lou'd as much and more She me esteimd all earthlie ioys before

A hundreth soldiers and a captane bold In Douglas strongest castell doth remane* 1.57 These hath the land in all mischeiff inrold Which nou by wrong to clifford doth pertane By wrong vsurping Edwards gift and gold whill the right heyre deferrs his right to gane And all the land obeys this captains will Ether in right or wrong in good or Iil.

One day hee chancd my ladie for to vew Whill she one diuine seruice did attend Whill as enamord straight of her he greu Whom not enioy't death wold affectioun end Freindship hevrg't on me thus did enseu Tuixt mee and him greate loue but still he faign'd For all his freindship was for to desceaue me And of my cheifest ioy for to bereaue me.

Such freindlie loue he seim'd to me to bear Confermd with words with vous with oaths not feu That my too trustie mind could noway fear From such fair sugrad words decept t'inseu But lo he whisperd in my ladeis ear That I to her did bear a mind vntrew By this one Slight to winn his soot he tryit When by all vther means he was denyit

No head to this fond taill at first she took At last he vrg'd so far he taks on hand She should it sie her eie theiron should look Prouiding that she wold but cloisllie stand And nothing wold beuray to his rebook Wheit to she yeilds at last which erst I fand Then foorth into a Groue he did her bring Our which a mightie clisted rock did hing

Neir to my house this quiet walk dothly By which a cleir swist runing riuer glyds A Sister hath my ladie neir hand by That with her sire a graue old knight abide For her the captane seimd in loue to dy When Pensiue oftentims allone he rids He hants my house and yet no Ill I deim'd His virteus worth I still so much esteim'd

Whill oft he pensiue seimd and sad with greif I much desird the caus thereof to kno Oft wishd I to his woi's to find releif When after greate and much Intreatie lo He so disgueis'd his thoghts that to be breif He made me to beleiue his ceasles wo Proceids from ladie Anns fair beauteis beame For so my ladeis sister heght to name

I pitied him and glad of this his loue Promeisd his sute should cunninglie be wrought For which in sacreit I her mind wold proue This he allous for this was all he soght But praied I to my wife sould nothing moue Nor she nor any els shuld know his thoght But trist her to that secret Groue I should And their allone to moue her if I could

When night driu's day doun from the westerne lands Eu' ne then he brings my ladie foorth to vieu Wheir I and her fair sister cloislie stands Within a Groue of bussis thik that greu My Aarms Imbrac't I gript and wrong her hands And of these words I softlie did reneu Thow then most worthie fear not lou's annoy Be secreit still and thou shall all enioy.

This hard my ladie like to burst for greif Tortred with burning love and cold disdane Whilst I poore Soule knew noght of this mischeif Whiche to aquite my paines he doth ordane Yet to his loue this finds him no releif Her spotles name for this she wold not staine But closlie heapes her pane her greif her woe In her poore heart till it sould burst in two.

As dooth a neu fresse strong and mighte wyne Perse throw and burst his vessell ould a shunder So wold her sorrous split her heart in twyne So oft she wishd to fall her Burden vnder But hee that could not worke with this Ingine His lust to furie turn'd almost ô wonder Yet loth by force to work this cruell fate Lest hee were thoght of all the most ingrate.

Not that he cair'd for creder faith or fame But that he fear'd some fatall punishment Whill as his passion birneth so extreame As if it lested death wold all preuent For seiknes doth him quite from health reclame His vitall pour's a burning ague spent Wheirwith he seimd tormented so indeid As his disease all humane panes exceid.

Such greif for his diseas I did conceaue And such the loue was I to him did beare Of food of rest of sleip did me bereaue Nor can I half expres my louing feare One day I hapt of his diseas to craue The ground or caus wich long I could not heare Ah if your health were in my pou'r said I Or that my life with death your life might by.

Doe then to mee your Sorrous all declare That if I can both wold and should reliue you Hope helith woe wisdome our cums dispare And counsall can remeid all paines that greiue you By craft by strength by witt or forsights care Wee shall haue hence all hurt that doth mischiefe you Let not fond shame gainst health and faiftie striue Flie willing death whill hope is yet on liue.

So ernestlie in woe these words furth brak As he at last to tell me seimd content And haveing pausd a little thus he spak•• Deare frend it fear's me much you shall repent When yee haue knowne what doth my sorrous mak•• And to my death you will giue soone consent For in my death much pleasur does belong you In life I can not leiue except I wrong you,

No then said I, I feare not let me know It Come weill, come woe, come death, come life, com either Weill then said hevn willing I shall show It Your wife her beautie nay my folie Rather From both of these or either loue doth droue it Or shall I say more treulie fate and nather Which secretlie I smotherd haue so long And rather chuisd to die then do you wrong.

To chaiss this fram•••• passion from my mind I you desired to moue her Sister Ann For to her beautie had I bein inclind I haplie had left off wheir I began But since remeid at all I can not find Except of all the earth the onlie man Whom I lou'd best I should so fare injure Death first vnto my loue shall end procure.

These speiches pearst my heart in throgh mine eare Nor tongue nor hand nor fute could sturr or moue Greate was the loue Ito my wife did beare Him both I lou'd and pitied as did proue Who rather chuisd to die without all feare Then me to wrong this all the rest aboue This this I say eu'ne this allone d••d kill me This one respect his life to saif did will me.

Wheirfore at last I said first shall I lose Both her my self and all my Ioys beside Then such a worthie frend should mak a choise Of death if I can for his life prouide And to be short at length we did dispose The matter so that kind too kind I tride For in my place I did him so connoy Her thoughts vn-stain'd he did her self enioy.

But I my self such greife did soone conceaue A thousand deaths vnto my self I wish'd' For Jelosie did in my soule engraue Such endles pains that I no torment mis'd' Such eating corrasius my witts bereaue That my too wofull heart was like to burst Ah woful acte which doth my soule afraie, My self consents my self for to betray

But he all reasone did exceid so farr And with Ingratitude so muche was staind That of my ioy he did me quite debar For when he had his filthie lust obtaind He then bewrayt him self which all did marr And whiche was more of mee hee also faignd That I contriued the Plot that I did sende him Her I disdaind her I did gladlie lend him

Wheiratshe did conceaue such endles greife That presentlie she doth resolue to die Whill hee eu'ne he that wroght this greate mischeif Departs in hast and to his strength doth flie, I all this Time of cares found noe reliefe Wondring that to his bedd retornd not he, Wherefore I in the morning straight arose, And to the Chambre where she laie forth-goes.

But there I found her, ah I found her there, As she was then, would God that I had been, A purple streame with milke mixt white & faire, Ran her more white and snowie brests between, With child she was, the milke cold wel declare, Ah too vntimely fate, ah death I meane, Thus past helpe forth from the bed I drew her, And in my arms (ah woful sight) did view her.

Eu'en as the Lillie cliere, fresh, faire & white, Widdred with drught, grows wrinkled pale & blak, So her saire face faire bewties choice delight, Did swartish seeme, that life, bloode, moisture lack, In her dimm Eies, death did my Crime indite, Once lookd shee vp, and once these words she spake, Aeh let my guilty blood wash forth the staine, That cruell you, to my chast-bed did gaine.

Ah let my Soule mount to heighe Iustice throne And their sound foorth a sad still sad reuenge Heauins onlie viewed my Chaste Chaste thoghts allone Heauins onlie may forgiue this murther straunge Heauins onlie oues my chaste vous eurie one Heauins onlie wrongd since I my voues infring Heauins onlie then your wrath fierce wrath surceas you And let my blood thus sacrafiz'd apeas you.

These words Apeasd you seal'd vp de••ths sad birth And her last breath deir breath deir life deir all Ah cursed death bereft earths rarest worth Ay me for shame whill hee on shame did call Shame closd his lips the sound went warklie forth Shameing to shaw what after did befall His moueing, speiche, his sight and all was lost Doun fals his head and hee yeelds vp the Ghost.

Him self had kild him self they surlie scand But when they wey these his first speiches right Ah shall the conquerd conquerours with stand When euin them selfs against them selfs do fight They think some freind of hers that their him fan•• Had doone the deid or els some English knight A••det by Scotts had kild him for the same Surmiseing that him self had kild his dame.

But why or housoeur he shed his blood They all lament this wofull tragedie Whill their braue Lord auou'd to taist no food Till he had tane reuenge most rigoruslie Of that same English Lords Ingratitood Wheirto occasion fitlie did applie A present meane wheir by he might forthfill His weell made vow and wirk his warlick-will.

By this the light gaue place to schaddous broune And sable clouds had maskit all the skie When from the hills and forrests they come doune And man valley fare they might espie Ane staitlie pallace far from anie toune To which this warlick creu did haist in hie * 1.58 Wheir they a reuerent aged knight did find That gius them Entertainment to their mind.

To a Chambre richlie heung the Erle was broght And their disarmed by a ladie fair The rest was all vnarm'd and with a thoght Thay to a staitlie hall did then repair Wh••••s Tables ritchlie spred their soone was broght All kynd of meats all kynd of dainteis rair Thus were they serud to supper in such sort As might become a king for Princelie port

The supper done the worthie count began To questioun with his hoasts both graue and wise His linage house and name requird he tk••n And who doth reule that Prouence when he lyis Braue sir quod he, I'le till you treulie when Fair Schotlands glorie mounted to the sky'is When in sueit calms of peace her natiue borne Dekt her fair front whoes wealth did thame adorne

Eu'ne then I seru'd a too too noble Lord Heir silent long scarce could the rest essay Greif kindnes, loue, and pitie weill deploird His greuous lose, tears did his woes beuray This quandarie once past and speiche restoird He thus begane agane eu'ne him I say Whom english Edward did by wrong surmeis In prison close and their ah their he deis.

Douglas great Erldome did this Lord enioy A sone he had both young strong fair and wise The fruct that keipt his yeers from age annoy The Caskat ritche wheir all his tressour lyis Sent vnto fraunce whill he is yet a boy. And to returne it seems he still denyis Whill heir the Clifford holds his reueneus Whoe tirranizing all the land subdeus.

Ah were hee heir aige from my wrinkled brou Wold sone depairt and youth wold once transport Those siluer hair's with strength and vigor neu That wold my limms and weakned arms support This arme should mak him way for to reneu His iust reuenge in such a woundrous sort That Englands King shold quake for feare and shame When in his ears fame thunderd foorth his name.

Why said the Erle and if him self were heit Hou could he be reuengd vpone his foes Whoes strenth nor his mutch greater doth apeir Which maks our Prince eu'ne Bruce so oft to lose No no said he God shall his wraith reteir And mak braue Bruce shine like the morning rose Whose beauteous braches eche wheir spreds & springs Whose odours sueit the sences confort Brings.

The count for Ioy cutting his speiches short In quir's his name who told he Dikson heght And then he call's to mynd his fathers court Wheir he hade sein him many a ioyfull night So that Embraceing him he doth report His name and hou he was his Lord by right Whereat hee humblie Kneills and doth Imbrace His feitt for Ioy whill tears bedeu's his face

Nou eche of vthers sight did much reioise And after they had talk'd and argu'd long The erlle inquirs what way he might oppose Him self against his foes inflicting wrong Braue Lord said hee too Morrou all oure foes Will muster foorth their glorious forces strong Vnder the conduct of a valiaunt knight Whoe heir reulls all beneth the Cliffords might.

This man within your cheifest strength doth byde His proud commanding Garesone with all Palme Sonday is to morrou: All prouide Their Palms to bear at that cheif festuall They all to Church in sumptuous maner ryde Vow by the way may caus them catche a fall My self shall lead the way vnto your trane And if I can the formest Bront sustane,

Glaid was the erie so fitt a mein to find Wheir on they both concloud then goes to rest And on Olimpus or proud Titan shind The antient knight in arms him self addrest He raisd the Douglas whoes still restless mind Had baneift sleip and for reuenge was prest Nou with this knight he and his train departs Reuengfull fire still burning in their haerts.

And neir into the Church when they were got They hapt to meit an horie aiged sire Whose wofull looks his wofull lose did note At whome the Erle did ernestlie inquire What did he laike Sir knight quod he my lot Is for to laike what most is my desire Which is allace my long desired Graue Aige, lose greif sorrou, doth all ioys bereaue.

An daughter had I which was all my ioy In whom I more then in oght els delighted But her from me an English did conuoy An English that my natioun ay dispighted I to the captane Plaind of this annoy The captane that my wrongs should all haue righted But greater wrongs then these him self hath doone Wherfore to right all wrongs he still doth shune

And thus my Doughter with my foe doth stay Her wrging to his pleasure for to yeild Whill me thus scornd and mock'd with long delay Eu'ne nou the captane with proud words reuild As he with all his troups from churche to day With Palms in hand was marching throu the feild They all reiosing whill my Greifs reneu And nou they come my life for to perseu.

The aintient knight looks vp that diksone hight* 1.59 And seis a hundreth Armed men drau neir And saeis braue Lord lo heare the long wishd sight You of your vous and me of mine shall cleir Then with these words he doth begin the fight Whill as this Lord the rest with conforts cheir Whoes countenance their curage all appeill'd Their Eis, hearts, hands and all their foes assaild.

Then burnt with hate of Glorie praise reuenge This all subdweing Erle rushd throu the rout Bright schind his looks, of sun-like beams a reange About his head did flame, his curage stout did his mild looks to sparkling furie change That shoots forth noble anger round about: On eu'n they fight, and yet with valiaunt hand Their noble Lord made way to his small band.

Who hemd about in midst of all his foes His valiaunt heart and curage weill made knowne His name and fame his deids did weill disclose And eurie one to vther has him schoune All runs to him his life to mak him lose Which fondlie whill they seik they lose their oune For on his sword accusing eche of error Sat dreidfull death all armd with feir and terror.

Long foght he thus imbreud with goir and blood Till he at last their captane did espie Whoes knightlie valor long he vieuing stood By whoes strong hand four knights did breathlesly Wheirfore he steps to him with angrie mood And him to mortall Battel did defy Which long in equall Ballance did abide Whill eche his strenth and vtmost valor tride.

The angrie count at last with wrathfull heart Did in his stirrops raise him self on hie His foe with force wold set the blou apart But nou no force his force could beir away On his left shoulder to his greif and smart The crimsone collord Brand did light whereby His warlike arme was from his bodie shorne Him self with force and pane to earth was borne.

Nou he who late did captanlike comand Was as a captiue forst for to obey Whill as this noble Erle with conquiring hand No longer with his prisoner wold stay But where the rest in Battell stronglie stand He thither haists, his sword sheirs fourth the way And shortlie victor was of all the feild Forsing them all to die to flie or yield.

The victorie by heaunis decree obtaind They thence depart the castell to supprise Wherin no souldiour at all remaind Nor anie to gainstand them did arise This fortres since he had so brauelie gaind Heir wold he rest and heir wold he deuise To mak his Captiues by ane vucouth death To knou his you and iustlie kindled wraith.

Low in a vault the captaine first he band And all the vther captiues him beside The grane and flour the Beir and wine he fand* 1.60 Which they before could neu'r yneuch prouide With this he fild the house wherin they stand Thus chokt with meit and dround with drink they died Whoes gredie gorgis neu'r suffisd with Ill Now in their death might gurmandize their fill.

Then all the tours he raisd vnto the ground And leueld all the ditches with the plane Poisond the springs, and fontans which he found And to the wonted libertie againe Restorde that land which long before lay bound Beneth a Tirrants seruill ʒoak with paine But this estate they long remand not In Such was the wrath of angrie heauins for sinne.

The Argument.

Scotlands great King from treasone ill contriued By heauens and his oune valour is relieued Inspight of twyce two hundreth he repriued The victorie which he alone at chiued He resteth their till all his knightes aryud The wittie Hay is with his hast agrieud Ferce Eduard ayd vnto his brother lendes Douglas to winn his strength agane in tendes.

Caput. 8.

WHill fame with brasen breath did souud o're all What she had heard in Scota's faerest land Of Bruce returne, whoes arme imperiall Now our the westerne regions did command Greate Eduards Viceroy did a consail call Wherin with graue aduise he chuisd a band Of warlik Soldiers and ther Captane bold Sir Iugrham Bell, Achampion wise and old.

Now these for to gane stand his poure he sends And for to keip him still Into the wast For he him self with greater poure intends To pull the wyde vp be the root at last That squadron then their Warlick poure extends And marcheing to the toune of air they past Wheiras their warie captane minds be slight To work his valiaunt foe a foull dispight.

Within this land an antient kinght did dwell Whoe of oure prince had secret frendscip got He liebail heght whome th' Englishe did compell Of his sad death for to contriue the plot Two valiant sons he had nay sons of hell Who stainis thair fame with filthie treassons blot Nor this their treassone wold at all reveale But waits to tak occatioun by the heale.

Neir to king Roberts camp a Groue their lay Low by a riuers side and out of sight Wheir aiged oaks their branshed arms display And maks dimm shaids with dark and glomie light Heir oft oure prince in secret vst to pray Heir lay the murtherers till on a nicht Doune to this groue the Prince allone descended On who is returne a paige without attended

No sooner mong these thickets did he go When he beheld wheir thay had cloislie lyen By what intelligence I do not know Or rather reuelatioun most diwyne He calls his paige and from his hand does throw A crosbow and a bolt both sharp and fyne The auntient knight he killeth with the same As he vnwar's too rashlie fordward came,

All armed the vaher tuo in wraith and rage Began him cruellie for to assaill But his good sword did both their wraiths assuage And did so much against them both preuaill Eu'ne then expird the daits of both their aige They in their death dispaering curse and raill Against their fate and fortuns bad decree Of God who cairles leues shall cairles die.

Thus to the camp the Prince returns agane Loud, honord, feard, admird, and praisd of all When night of day the victorie did gane The Scoutts returnd befoir his feit thay fall Whill in his Regall Tent he did remane Presenting their a prisoner with all Whoe to this worthie Prince in secret shoes That he should be assailed by his foes,

And how they wold aproche that veray night Vnder thik darknes blak and cloudie vaile And wold assault his Camp with suddain fight Nor wold strong Trenches noght at all preuaill With fire throune futth their Tents shold burne so bright Yet could not this his wonted curage quaill But with a glaide and cheirfull countenance He doth inquir what way they wold aduance.

Beyond this riuer ar they yet said he And by a secreit foord they pas vnknoune Then quod the Prince heauins oure Protector be As is oure caus such be oure fortons shoune Now he commands his captans for to sie That his small armie from the Camp be drowne And rank't in Battell furth vpone the plane Wheir they in arms must all that night remane.

To Guarde the Camp he sxtie maks to stay And brings four hundreth foorth with speir and sheild With this small armie he wold neids essay To force his subrill foe to flie or yield And that braue Lord that bears the name of hay He doth creat as Gen'rall of the feild Him self with onlie two wold go and view The foord wheir they sould pas that wold persew.

Now doun the Riuer side his course he bent From whoes steip banks heig he crags and rocks arise And still he seis the farther that he went Heigher the Shoir louer the streame still lyis At last wheir as the rocks in two was rent Their nature did a narrow path devviss So to the Riuer doun or vp might go But one in rank or at the most but two

When this braue Prince this strength did well behold Quicklie these two that with him thither went He bak derects and prays in haist they wold Drow vp the rest his foes for to preuent For heir quod he oure foes to wsar sold To die what death we list for to inuent Craft without crafe we should with stand in vane Heir will I stay till you returne agane.

When they were gone he softlie nerer drew Whill as he hears a noise and ratling sound Which still the longer heard the greater grew At last horse Braying mens shrill voice confound Yet these he vous his flight shall neu'r persew Nor oght but death sall mak him lose his ground When lo paill Phebe shynd so bright and cleit That he discryis four hundreth horse well neir.

These crossing ou'r the Riuer did ascend The passage wheir with sword heighe borne he stands And with an blo••th•• first bright Crest doth rend Nor head nor breist the mortall blaid with stands Doun falls the knight his reilling horse doth bend And fordward leaps but lo in both his hands The Prince his sword sheirs throu his hoarie syds And for his Lord a bloodie Tomb prouyds,

Now with a shout the rest of this proud crue Throngs vp the path and stronglie him Inuaid Part climing vp the crags vpon him flew And at his feitt they fall Leam'd, Bruisd dismayd Troad by their fr••nds they die the rest furth drew Their swords each other hurts, hast Loue betraied Strait waie, darke night, firce raige doth blind them so Each hurts his frend, for haste to harme his foe.

But as a Roke, a Craig, or Cap of lande, That fire air watter raiging wold diuide Doth stedfast still and vnremoued stand Gainst thunder lightning tempests storme or tide Eu'ne so the Prince ganstands this warlick band And all their raige their wrath their strength doth bide Still as they came in troups confoosd to find him He marcheing leau's them slaine in heaps behind him.

Their Leader formest now to speak began Ah shame quod he now neuer leiue we more So m••nie hundreth beat by one poore man Should die a thousand deaths death cloisd the dore An organe of his speache he staggring ran And relling twice he fall's the Prince before Whoes sword had perst his hart he lifts his eies With half groned words he threats & threatning deis.

The captains Brother thristing for reuenge Thrusts throu the throng and to the Prince he hyis Wrath from his eies foorth sparkled lightning straunge And with an Angrie voice he sternlie cryis Ah villans you your credet thus infreinge Ah soldiers you no soldiers thus that seis Your captane slane ah now returne yow neuer You Fasards wretches Outcasts curst for euer

Waik feble faint for horse for sword or spear More fit for iron toolls then Armour bright Your heads Breists baks should hauie burdens bear No helms nor sheilds should you adorne with light In curage place, is entred shame and fear No hope is left but in your feit and flight In darkest night your cheifest strenth abyds Darknes your shame your feare and faintnes hyds,

And full of raige for eu'rie word a stroak He gius oure Prince whoes sword bears eurieble And whill he yet enraig'd wold more haue spok He cuts his words and with them cuts in two His Iaws on him death spreads his mistie cloak He on his brother falls whoe leiuing lo Him doth imbrace both kish both soules remoue O! Pitie, great, O! Blesd, O! wandrous love

Now foreward rushd this single Campioun stout And maks such hauock alway wheir he goes As Boreas when he has blasted out His storms: of Herbs, Treis, Beists, and Foulls, the foes Or as the raiging Floods that rore and rout Gainst Rooks or Thunders that heigh Tours doun throes As Earthquaks threat to burst the eairh a sunder His force so shaks thois bands O Strenth! O wonder

Whill thus he kills and driu's them bak by force And all their bloes vn-harm'd vn-hurt sustaind Horse bruisd their Maisters whill he treds the horse In and beyond the stream they all remaind Forst doun with might the passage quite they lose When lo the armie cums and quiklie raind A storme of swords whill trumpets roaring blast Warr's thundring tempests foorth with lightning cast.

Death, horror, murther, feare Greif sorrou Paine Came fare before and with thier tallons wide Sease on their hearts and chilid in eurie vaine Their vitall Breath, that fleis it self to hide: Nou ar they so benoum, d that scarce remiane Strenth for to flie Or force for to abide Some flee some fall some droun dispaird allone Eche vther hurts for haist for to be Gone

The Prince by this of al his foes was cleird And setts him doune vpone a stone to rest Sueat on his face Blood on his arms appeird His breath was short faint heat his hairt opprest Wearie his arms his hands so stiflie steird He could not weild his sword which he possest And lo the sword did seeme no sword at all So blunted was the Edge and hack't so small.

By this his Troups were come vnto the place And for him calls and for him loudlie cryis But when they fand him when they kneu his face In heaps they run to feid their longing eies And doun they fall his feitt for to imbrace With thanks and praise to God they rend the skeis That hee allone overcums a thousand foes They doubt who wonders most or most reiocs.

They find the captaine and his Brother slane And fiftein more ly wallowing in their blood Some English were some Scotts who felt the pane They gane who gainst their king and cuntrie stood In Gallowoy these Troups did all remane Holding that cuntrie in great feruitude They took King Edwards pay their captane bold Broght them in hope of gane praise, Glorie, gold.

But the Lord hay and vthers graue and wise Against his rashnes bitterlie did chide Quod they what proue you in this interprise No Generall nor no captane Prince nor Guide In whoes deir lose en'ne all oure losse nou lyis Nor ours allone but all this all beside Ah should you not to mind oure natioun call That but for yow no natioun were at all

Allace do you of Glorie so at count That It to gane ane Empire you wold lose Nor can you not to endles glorie mount But to all dangers you yourself expose In vaine poore valor doth for Glorie hount If noght for Goode of wisdome he maks choise Be wise deare Lord since of our croun and camp You ar the head the heart the life the lamp.

He litle answere to these speeches made But said he forcd was ether fight or flee Now to the camp triumphand waies they ryid Whil day shuttes furth his siluer hornes on hie Fame flees oure all on Warr's winges sanguine reid And stroues the seid of this great victorie. Which back vnto the camp brought manie skore Who crost with fortunes bad hade fled before.

Edward the bold in Lennox nou remiand And with thrie hundreth did that land subdeu Who hearing what his brother late hade gaind Returnes vnto the campe with all his creu The Douglas with his traine that late obtaind His oune cheef strenth which last he ou'r threu Heares that the Clifford had with wondrous care Reedified the bulding much more faire.

And left a warr-like man a valiaunt knight To keep the hold with him three hundreth strong And he who thus commanded Thirswall hight A man who hade in warre experience long Yet wold the Douglas needs essay his might And to the world make knowne his right their wrong To sixtie now his traine augmented werre With those he wold essay the chance of warre.

The Argument.

An English visard with great arte foreshowes The Douglas of spring great to these our daies And how that happie famelie aroise To fortunes height where at the world may gaize The secound time he doeth himself apoise Against his foe and their with endles praise Oure throwes the captain of his cheifest streinth Then back to ead his Prince returnes at leinth.

Caput. 9.

NOw with this English captaine did abyde His Vncle old graue learned wise and trew Whoes iudgement deep was rairlie deified Highe misteries and secreitts hidd he kneu One day by chance the Douglas he espyde Who thus vnto the Captane quicklie drew From this infused spiriet and flowing minde* 1.61 This Historie by hea'une long since deuinde.* 1.62

The righteous heire of that most famous line That shall the Scots ferce natione still adorne To whome and not without right doeth incline These Lordshipes great which Clifford holdes in scorne Who once hath wunn this strength without ingine. Whoes virtue be no time can be outworne Shall winne the land againe and it posses In vaine wold mightie England him oppres.* 1.63

O're him to triumphe ne're shall England bost But victor he shall ouermore remaine He shall not feare to meet their mightie host With his small troupe the gatland still to gaine Whill fortune his attempts hath neuer crost He cloi'd with conquest heir shall croce the maine His Princes vnperformed vow to beare* 1.64 Where infidells his worth shall knou and feare▪* 1.65

Nought without cause the west shall feare him still Their cheefest nationes force his sword shall tame And all the Eist his worthie praise shall fill To Ganges soundes the terror of his name But there a dreadful tempest shall him kill Yet of his death none dare the conquest clame His courage fearce shall arme his foes deceat* 1.66 And thus himself subdewes him self to fate.* 1.67

Heer silence staies his tounge his speech is crost Both Joie and greef at once his heart opprest Greef for so rare a knight that should be lost Ioy that his death should cure riche Englands pest But now enamord of his worth almost The Caiptaine him intreatts to sheu the rest And needs wold know if heauens should nature will From such a roote to bring such branches still.

Ah quod his vncle thence doeth greef proceid For as great Joue ordaind ane hatred still Betuixt the serpent and the womans seid So shall his line beare vs and oures il will Whill their ambitious mindes on fame doeth feid Yet heaune shall raise for to with stand this ill A famous race their dreadful wraith to beare Whoes worth shall proue right fortunat in warre.* 1.68

Now first of him discendes that valiaunt Lord Whoes heighe atchiuements shall his foes with stand His victoreis most rare shall be decor'd With valour flowing frome his conquering hand Yet crueltie in him shall be deplord Which hermitage doeth fatallie demand But for his valour worthelie renound Whoes deades almost are all by fortune cround.* 1.69

Then cums his vnkle whoes all matchles brood Seems thundring flammes with fire consumeing breath A new deludge ane ouer whelming floode A storme that nipes our springes fair floures to daith For he like thundring Mars embreud with blood To dreadfull armes shall all his daies bequeath But reuling for his Prince with roialtie Too forwad in his countreies cause shall die.* 1.70

His brother bold ane Englishe dame shall beare Whoes famous line in wondrous giftes exceids This man a mightie familie shall rare That shall the world astonishe with their deids Which at this time to sheu I will for beare Till thou haue knowne who from the first proceeds Who valiantlie in battell spends his lyif To bring to end his countreies endles stryif.* 1.71

Then shall appeir that first great sheining light That dimes thoise blazing stars his heauins bright sune In midst of armes and thoundring warrs dread sight At him is honoures title first begune Conquestes first fruits deoth much ogment his might Penwick his wraith they wealth shall ouer rune And Berwick strong his angers birning fire* 1.72 Shall turne to ashe yet shall not quench his yre.* 1.73

His brothers worth shall to all tymes be told Whoise sone shall sore on princelie Egels wings By wertueis rare and valour so extold That he's preferd to princes lordes and kings In armes his fortune strength and courage bold Shall stryue whoes mereits most the muses sings From this faire imp shall spring a faerer tree Whoes fruit shall much adorne this familie.* 1.74

But o thou Bellicous what man may know Thy verteus mind thy worth and warrlyk deades The brightest lightning of thy workes doeth show Daizling the beames that from thy peers proceides Heauins lampes remoues their painted sirling so To bright Apollos fyrie flamming steids Yea thy rare lyne thy rarest vertues cleames In whom still shynes thy former glories beames.* 1.75

The deades of all, thy deades doeth ouerturne All fortunes rare thy fortune foylleth still E're victor thow ne'r conquest shall returne And Yorkes proud walls beares witnes of thy skill Lastlie that euer famous otterburne Seals all thy conquests gainst thy countreyes will Whill thow thrice wounded victor sheeds a flood To dy thy latest triumphes with thy blood,* 1.76

Thy valiant brother shall to the succeid Whose aufull looks presageth wrath t'insewe With him shall fortune lyk vayes furth proceid And Lintone battell shall his prais renewe But o his sone shall all that aige exceid In witt and courage strength and valour trewe To princelie steat in Europs gairden faire He shall be reasd and honours great shall beare.* 1.77

Yet all in vaine since fortune proud heath sworne The worlde shall build no trophe to his neame Nature doeth him with such reare gifts adorne That shee invying cuts the wings of feame He tryes hir fauour oft but she doeth scorne His sute, and doeth hit fauour quyt recleame Thus he whom nature freames for gloreis throne Fortune throues donne for fate to treed vpone,

Then cumes that lordlie Erle whoes pourfull might Is both suspect and feard and vist more small Whoes race once run his sones with out all right Most frie the vay to rule by their great fall Which turnes the Scotts calme day to stormmie night Whoes tempest threats the kingdome croun and all Yet he that must succed shall flie mischeif And vislie to his End conceall his greif* 1.78

This starr gone doune ane other doeth appeir Whose bolde minde feeds the flame of martiall fire,* 1.79 Yet shoots furth beams illustred white and cleire, Which shows to warre or peace a like desire, At Honours croune he aims, though ner'e so deare, His conquering looks presageth martial Ire, To honours great he shall his breether raise, But he offends his prince, who ends his daies,

His brother then inrag'd vpbraids there King, Whose minds bursts forth a storme of desolation, What he heapd vp in silence forth they bring, A flood of warre, a fearful invndation, That wel might choake their foes or'e flowing spring, But vented wrong flowes to their Princes starioun,* 1.80 Yet this hudge flood eu'ne in the height shall turne And of a boundles Ocean seeme a burne.

For with the wecht of their owne heauie swey The currents swiftest motione they recal Their too too loftie mindes doeth mount so hie That skoarchd with Phaebus beames to earth they fall From topes of touring cloudes in warres bright skie Their smook euanishd throne dissolues and all For why the heauens ordaines no force of men To rouse the lordlie Lion from his den.

Yet their deserued fall shall not be such As shall extinguishe that most famous line Nor darkine shall their wounted glorie much Nor yet their former greatnes shall decline Tho pryde o'rethrowes whom ere he hapes to touche But they be vertue shall their thoughtes confyne Within the limites of their former worthe Wherin they stretche their friutfull braches forth,

Yet ends this reace their roume the secound lyne Obteanes and brings their wertues from the graue The first in worth and wounderous deads shall shyne If he from Shrosburre him self can saiue Nor shall his sone to anie vice inclyne But of dew praiss suift tyme shall him dissaue Whoes secound sone shall to the world bring furth A famelie of much redoutit wourth,* 1.81

But to beare vp that hous lo one appeares Cled with the light of bright Auroras rayes Whoes great experience and whoes aiged yeares His Prince reiectes and still at Flouden staves With whom he leaues thrie sones him self reteires Fearing his lordes vnty melie blasted bayes And as he doeth presaige so shall it fall Their dyes his royell Prince his sones and all.

Yet shall their ritch and froutfull seid spred furth Four brainches faire whoes frout is rypt by fame Whearof the secound planted in the north Shall graice that soyll with blossomes of his name Nor shall the thrid know anie vant of worth The fourth shall cleinge his blot in vertues stame But lo the firsts rare sone shall greace the lyne And shall our English roy ell blood proypne.* 1.82

With that rare dame whoes heauinlie greace is such As hir sones sone shall be that blaising light Whom all divyns and Prophetes praise so much Of whom faire Albione longes to heaue a sight The Eame which all the prophici••s would twich The ioiner of this Iills disioyned might For Albeone it's now in name allone But then in substance we shall Albeone.

But leaue we him till god appoint his tyme And turne ws to that Lord that antient knight Whoes chairge is free vnchairg'd with anye crym•• Famous for witt and fortunat in fight Not one beneath this cold distemperd clyme May clame more princelie vertues for his right Yea An••kermure his fortune fare shall sie Whear he obteans a glorious victorie.* 1.83

Two brother shal he heaue both valiant knights From whom two famous fam••••••is shall spring The first's reare sone weill skild in martiall fights Obteans his vnkles pleace in euerie thing Thus is that hous prepaeid of glorious lights By heauins eternall vniuersall king For reulls the line, they sore in verteous deids And if the breanch? it self that breanch exceids.* 1.84

Then cums the last of this fair braench in fine For vertue cald the good when from the north Shall come a knight that shall succeed by line Who weied with him, doeth equalize his woorth And yet with fame can not the world propine So loth is time to bring occasioune forthe Yet vertue for his sone shall grace prepair And thus to fame shall measour forthe his shair,* 1.85

Heauin cheanging time shall siuill discord reas And wrap the Scotts in wealth consuming woes When he by god set vp vnto thees daies Shall leaue his soil to forren lands he goes Widing throu rtubles streame and thear with praise His pen vnto his predicessoures showes The way to win from darck obliuiones night Boolding their trophe is with his vertues might.* 1.86

This lamp gone out o then his sone succeides Reasing that hous declind to former height Whoes mind is great with child of glorious deids And as a Collon fair vpholds the weight Of ane learge frame so from his witt proceids The strenth that onder props that neames great might Yet he by airt stops natures streame to flow With Junos string still bending Pallas bow.* 1.87

He ripes the tumbes of his Ancestors old And brings them clod with robes of heauenlie light For all enshewing aiges to behold They shute furth beams of fame and glorie bright Which long lay hidde in nightes dark pitchie mold Ou'r vaelde by sadd obliuion from our sight Their ghostes reioising that so rich a geme Springs from thear loynes t'immortaliz their name,

Now cumes the nixt great famelie in sight That iointlie with the first at first shall spring Which eurie where sendes furth such lampes of light As Earth and other firmament doeth bring Wherin eche fixed starre doeth burne so bright As yeelldes hoth lyf and light to eurie thing So farre those glorie lighting flammes doeth shine Moueing their orbe with influence deuine.* 1.88

The first that shall illuminat the skie Of this bright orber this hea'une reflexing sphere Armed with his fathers magnaminitie Shall be a great and mightie man of warre Of whom shall two arise to rectifie Two lines that shall their fame to heaune vprear Yet to the younger shall the elder fall And both thus ioined shall one great house install.* 1.89

O thou thrice famous lake and strand of Leuine Famous,* 1.90 for that great reace shall come from the Inrich'd with graces by the wandering Seuin That still aloft in th'azure vallers flee The first that shall adorne thy watrie hea'une With sure and stay'd establisd reul I sie By fatell deades shall manie fortunes shair And Pallas sword shall all his pathes prepair.* 1.91

The beaies thy temples shall at lintoune beare Whear thow by valout from a valiant knight The leopard and Flourdeluce shall teare Thus shall thy arme put all thy foes to flight But when the valiant Perfie wageth warre Against his Prince in that ontimlie fight Thow valiant lie aduentring then shall fall Yet after death thy fame shall sore oure all.

But thou braue youth altho a stripling young Scornes in thy natiue soil for to remeaine Thou heirs B••lonas dreadfull bell was roung Following the voice with honoures thristing paine Wheer all the plaines inbroudert war along With gorre, blood, rent armes and souldiers slaine Theer haiueing win fair conquest by the hair Thou leapes from of this wordlie theater.

And then succeides that all prais worthie youth That with the ground stone laies a fairer streame Mounting that house vp to the secound grouth Whois worth in varre illusterates his name Then cumes that blaizing comet of the south Whoes voundrous deads with terror soundes his fame His lookes sendes vertue furth so graic'd with art As striks mild reuerence in each barbarous heart.* 1.92

And yet his galent sone shall with him striue Who to that aige shall greatest light restore As painefull bees still workes to serue the hiue And leazie drons that deoth their wealth deuore Their dares not enter nor with them may striue So nature doeth prouid for to decore That fruitfull Stem with such whoes pains excides•• Past all cumpare in heigh and vertues deades* 1.93

No frutles drone shall from that reace arise Ech giues testificats of honours height What praises to the sext can I deuise That serues his Prince in manie a blood die fight Nor conquest euer to eroune his pains denies Nixt him cumes one whoes worth and pourfull might Doeth aid his Prince against vsurping foes* 1.94 Whois vant at last that mightie Prince ouerthoues.* 1.95

But O what knight is this,* 1.96 Adrest for warre That all the countray round about Obaies Whome greatest Princes of the land doeth feare In bloddie battell who at last assaies Our English force from of his Prince to beare With whom ane vther valiant compioune staies And whill to seaue their Prince their liues they yeild Great multitude from valour wins the feild

But who coms heir in the could north t'insius Such heauenlie gift is, all Europe passing by O, its Apollo suir, that dooth refius The east, and coms the wast too beutifie Whear he the siluer laik of Leuin doth chuis The cleir Caballian streams he doth deny Thus leauing Gretian plainis, and pleasant fontanis He seats him self neir too the Ocheell montanis.

Whear whilist he veiues the valeyis round about By chance shall sie fair natours quein cum thear That Daphne doth surpas and al the ••out Of virgins queenes or shephards knowne of ear Whom folowing long at last shall find his out And wedd the dame who onto him shall bear Fine Virgine dames nay greaces fiue for lo,* 1.97 The wordle shall not their match in beautie sho.

Yea this rare beautie past compare shall bee Nor longs to one but in them all it duelleth Eune all in colour neitnes decensie Preportion and the minds rare gistis excelleth Nor shall it spend nor weist, nor fead, nor die But too all times a quintisence distelleth For lo their seid shall in this land be borne As stonis to ringis or starrs that heaune adorne.* 1.98

And from their sire both sanctified and seag Cold wise and bold with heastie wroth not brunt Adornt with wertue both in youth and aige Whom heaune decres with honoures height to munt Shall likuayis spring that youth whom forteouns reage One swelling theetis shining back doth hunt Till angrie Neptuns furie bursteth forth And swallous vp that treasur hous of worth.* 1.99

O but his sone is Mars and Phebus knight For valour corrage wit and beutie store The foggie mistes of ignorantes dark night He cleres,* 1.100 to knowleg day he ops the doore Eu'ne as a lanterne from a toures proud height Shoues the seas port for shipes to win the shore So his cleir lamp of judgment showes the vay For dark grose wites to land in vertues beay.

The actiue boldnes by his spreit refind Produce resistles actiouns stronglie Knut The quick vivasitie that meltes his mind In streames of eloquence ou're flous his with And yet so much to courtessie inclind That humble mildnes on his broue doeth sit Which tempers passioune still with facultie And makes a simphatheising hermonie.

For lo his soules reare faculteis devine Is so cut furth on his humaine perfectioune Yat in his lowkes heigh maiestie doeth shine By modestie held in so sweit subiectioune As alvay holdes a meane nor doeth dicline To simple mildnes or to proud infectioune Thus descentie stells furth with euerie glance And freames a persing amorouss countinance.

Which breeds respectiue reuerance with dilyt In euerie heart whois eyis doeth him behold With admiratioune and amezment gryt That streans a sweit obedience on controld But now I feare if I the rest indyt To cloy your ears with my discours to bold Yet quod the captain I would glaidlie kno If still that name produice such fruits or no.

O still quod he and shall be still increst For both thoes mightie famaleis proceides To honoures great whear of they at posest Mounting aloft with heigh and glorious deades And this lordes sone; whill he would say the rest A sudden tumult their amezment breides Ou'r all the land great clamoures they might heir Which did forshow sum deanger to droue neir,

Wherwith they leap to earmes the captain cryes For all the Garisone in armes to be When lo hard by the castell he aspyes Weer driu'n great heardes of cattell hestilie This was the conquering knight that doeth deuyis How he that countray might of thraldome frie And neids would treane the captain from his hold Whoes strenth he would assay with currag bold.

But this his purpoiss greatlie doeth with stand They hardlie could be broght vnto the feild Wheirfor he takes this Stratagem in hand To treane theame out to feght to flie or yeild A wooddie pleane neir Sandie Landes he fand Whoes vmbrage seemd from Phebus heat to sheild On eche syd grew the Treeis so bushie thick It seem'd that Nature freamd it for a trick.

Thither the Erlle by night his troups forth gwids Wheir eche lyis closlie quiet whist and still His wantcuriours in ha••st he thus prowyds To bring their heards of cattell from the hill And those that neirrest to the tour abids Those driue they hence whill as the heard men fill The air with schricks, the land with loud allarms Wheir with proud Thir swall cled in glorious arms.

With all his Garesone addrest for warre Isht foorth in haist for to returne the pray And followed haiuing nether dout nor feare Till they were past the Ambush fare away Then these that fled returnd, their swords they reare Aloft their sheilds, before their strong arms stay Their blous they beare they pushe strik stab and kill Th'amased foe, who yet resisted still.

Till at their baks a suddant storme a rose Whoes horrid noyss doth mak them all to quail•• And with their force their furie and their blois Their brokin rancks begins to faint and shaik The first rank bakward on the second gois The second on the third the third doth brak Crusht by the fourt and fift and at e••he end They leap furth scattring heir and their they bend

So doe the cluds disperst from East to West In ranks and roues that hing cleir white and fair When as the Northerne and the Southerne blast Foorth from their caues breaks throu the trubled aer Rank gainst a rank cloud gainst a cloud they cast Till in a heap confoosd at last they rear And burst asunder crush'd with furious bloes Scattred in drops fleis from betwene their foes.

Th••••iswall their deid beneath the Douglas sword Of all his men but nintie went away Who in the Castell got from thence they pourd Dairts quarreis Stones like haill without delay The Erll•• reuerd his band when they were tourd And from his Prince no longer wold he stay Gainst whom he hard an armie was prepaird Of which in tyme to show him he repaird.

The Argument.

Whill Fortune houeres doutfull of hir ch••'s Nor peace nor warre on ether syd displays Hard fait anon prepaireth greatter voes Great diss forsies that Ioue the Scots wil reaise To former height and furth his feinds he throwes Who temps the Scots they leaue the Bruce whoes praise Augmentes whill vnawarrs his foe assailles His wittie flight his valour twyse prevailes.

Caput. 10.

THe Prince of Darknes now long tyme reiofd Of Gods great wrath amōg his childrē throun Whoes foull offences had his fauor los'd Fearing if they repent that Grace were shoune A thousand Ills into his mynd he tost Wheir with to tempt them yet to heauins vnknoune Thus wyldlie Staird he when he muisd allone Whill as he sitts on his Infernall Throne,

And now resoluing to his work he falls And with a dreadfull greislie countenance The curst and haitfull Fureis vp he calls The Mounsters trembling gius obedience Their poisond Gorgis all with Venome swalls Enflamd with his reid Eies hote flaming glance Whill his strong breath furth from his ratling thro•• A noyse like to a fearfull tempest shot.

Which made the Earth to quaik and deafned hell Thus vnderstood they this confused Sound Yow malice proud and yow inuy that dwell Amid oure firie Regious vnder ground Haist vp and with infecting breath expell All peace and let no ametie be 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,* 1.101 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 whoes 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* 1.102

Then fed with hope he doth an armie raise Of Scotts and English neir ten thousand strong Whoes 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 Whoes 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 be shoune Eu'ne in dispight of fortuns crueltie To work most dread reuenge if ouerthroune And with their brauest captains let vs die Lo fame and Glorie shall oure death attend Nor shall they much reioise in this oure end.

The rest whome Anger curage greif dispair Tormenting made to wish their deaths were nie Applaudeth all that he had said and their All crie dye die reuenge and brauelie die But their braue Prince with mild looks doth declair His counsall wise and his command whereby Their fiurie hote and fond dispair refraining: He to his brother answers thus complaining.

Thy counsall in the wise no place will find With such dispairing hezerds to betray Oure selfs vnto oure foes they proue to kind To please their foe that works their oune decay What tho the basser sort their beastlie mind In flieing from oure camp doth weill beuray Yet hope and forsight fortun still commands And warrs good luuk in wisdoms counsall stands.

What though oure fainting troups haue fled before Who e'r the neues of ill with terror stings These at the reall sight will feare much more And confort none but meir disconfort brings Yea when they fled my hopes they did restore And with them fled the Douts of my desings Greate foolls ar they that builds their hopfull goode Vpone the euer changeing multitude

In you that doth remane my confort lies Nor can a world of armeis me effray For heau'ne promeisd mee that I should ryise Vnto my foes shame ruin and decay I cair not I what earth or hell deuyis They can not hinder heauin though they dalay Fraill mans intendit blish by heauins decreed With heauinlie faith is eathlie wants suppleid.

Knou then this praise to Scotts is onlie deu Neu'r conquerd yet neu'r yeildit to their foes For want refusing neuer to perseu With endles warr the iust reuenge of those That wold their liues or liberteis subdeu For Scotts will ether all way mak a chose Of friedome euer poore with warre maintaind Then bondage euer riche with peace still gaind.

By this they sie an armie to appeir Before their face and at their baks they vieu The Lord of Lorne with all his troups drau nei•• By secreit by-wais led, them to perseu Whereat they stand amaz'd vntill, they heire Their Lords wise hardie resolutioun treu Whoe thus to cheir and confort them began Fear not their slight for do the worst they can,

Wee shall esheu their craft their hate their force Then he commands his brother to depairt And Lennox Erle with them ane hundreth horse Douglas and Hay vnto the contrair Airt With equall number bend their speedie course Now freinds quod he eche bear a valliaunt hearte And fleing fight and fighting flie your foes For your braue flight hew forth your wais with bloes.

So our's shal be the Glorie of this day And wee with fame returne but thay with shame We with the rest will likewais hold oure way Betuixt their armeis so shall we reclame Oure life and honor whiche thay count their pray Yea and perhaps er long may pay thame hame This said all Thrie thrie sundrie way's oppose Their Warlick breists gainst thousands of their foes.

Yea suerlie each of theme great valor shoes And wisdoms beams stil gaue thair valor light They brak throw armed Squadrons of their foes Thus they perseuing flie and flieing fight O curage great O valor worthie those That ryse to ewer shyning Glorie bright Throw thrice fyue thow sand fighting fleis thrie hun¦de•• Not loseing One. O curage great! O wonder!

The valiannt Bruce with vnresisted might Fleis yet his deids still maks him knowne of all The lord of Lorne that weill espyde his flight So one folloud him in hope to work his fall Fyue hunderth thrice on horssis swist and light With him he taks and gius but leasure small To Bruce who thrice diuids his Men in thrie And thrice thrie sundrie wayis the're forst to flie

At last with him their did remane but one And yet his foes still follow'd on his tract Their care is onlie him to haue allone Nor seme thay of his Men account to make Fiue knights that al the rest had farr owt gone Wer cum so neir that him they ouertake Whoe scornd to Flie whill he had bein aliue Though but allone from fystie ioynd to fiue

The knight that with him stayd was bold and stout Whoes birth made in his dams fair breists appear The milk that nur'st the Prince for whiche no dowt He greatlie loud the Man and held him deir Whoe with him twrns now to their foes abut Both on theme twns nor wold they once reteir Ther salutations were in raige and wrathe Death on eche wound attends and shame on death

Thrie to the Prince and two vnto the knight Addrest and thus the combat's wndertane The valiaunt Monarche with two bloes doun right Ones heart anothers head did cleiue in twane Whairat dismaied the thrid doth shwn to fight And now this matchles lord thus left allone Len'ds th'one a blow that did his knight assaill Till from his hors he sank doun cold and paile.

Beneath the knights good suor••d the fourt soone dyis Death after him that flees wes quicklie sent This strattagem the Prince doth sone devyse To learne to sie and know his soes intent He on this horse in this knight arms doth Rise And to his foes bak as a freind he went His knight he their Commands for to soiurne Till he againe dead or alive Returne

This bak agane a Myll 〈◊〉〈◊〉 had not gone When as he meits the Forward of his foe Come with a spedie marche that way anone And them before a hundreth knights and moe Come towards him before all these allone A senting Slewth hound coms with Squyars two The hound his owne he knew without all dout Which by his foes was broght to find him out.

Without delay without advisement long He foreward spurrs vpon his loftie steid Whose Swiftnes had no match them all among Knowne by the hound whom he was wount to fied On him he fauns and with a leap h••flong Furth from the leische runing on him with speid Whom when he wold haue kil'd poore pitie mov'd him He cold not be ingrait to none that lov'd him.

Wherfore he bak Returns the way he came The hound still following him had keept him still When loe these hundreth knights espyde the same The horse and Arms they know yet doubt some Ill That with a scornefull raige their mynds Inflame And with auou'd revenge their harts they fill Thus with disordred haist they quiklie runn And one by One much ground of him they winn

Some him to kill, and some the hound to take Did oftentimes assaie, but al in vaine, For their disordred furie still he brak Each wound with holds a foe with death or paine, Yet was he forc'd at last away to mak By killing of the hound his life to gaine And being now come neir vnto his knight He thinks not meit against them all to fight.

But him commands in haist to kill that hound Which he him self could not abide to doe Hard by a Forrest couered all the ground Whoes treis our all the Rockie montans Bow Hither they flie where such dark ways they found As from their foes their saiftie did allow Thus mockt and scornd, the armie turns againe With lose and Shame their travell spent in vaine.

The Argument.

Hells damnd fiends finds Scots renouned King And by three theeues works him a niew dispight, To God he praies who graunts his iust designe. Through deserts wild alone he flies by night, He findes his men at last, whom he doth bring. On his proud foe who slawghterd fear's his might Winter maks both their Camps brak vp at last At hunts greate Bruce a fearfull danger past.

Caput. 11.

INfernall Pluto Missing his Intent Began to rore his voice his words confound From whoes foull throat such thundring noise forth∣went As schook the hel resovnding throw the ground His Bowells deip a mistie smook foorth sent Which made the Soules in endles Torments bond To dive in floods and in the flams to hide them Eschewing paine whill greater paines abide them.

His dreadfull looks effrayd the feinds and Ghosts Chokt with the savour of his noysum breath Like fleghts of Crows Hell musters forth her hosts, From Herebus with horor feare and death, In clouds of daungers on our Northern coasts. They raine the bloodie tempests of theire wrath And scatred here and there, they soon untwinde The webs of Woe, wouen in each sinfull minde

And one of them eu'ne then did hap to light On Robbers thrie that in this forrest lay Wheirthrou the valiant Bruce had tane his flight Him 〈◊〉〈◊〉 they whom they count an easie pray For which greate Eduard ritche rewards had heght Wheirfore their Treassone thus they did essay Myldlie they come vnto that noble Prence And vous to spend their lives in his defence.

They Scotts-men war by right his subiects too Which to their treasoun ads more credit still Dark night to shroud the rest which they wold do•• Heauins siluer walls with sabill hingings fill Within this fortest stood a Schiphirds croo No other ludging were they neir vntill Thither those theius this noble Prince furth guid And with their Schift a supper soone prouid.

When hee right pleasandlie hand tane repast Of viands such as tyme wold then affoord On the cold earth he lays him doune at last A sheld for pillow serud this noble Lord When thousand cairfull thoghts were ouerpast Sleips charning rod of silence him restord Vnto a slumber, soft but whill he lay He thoght he hard a voice him threatning say.

Though careles of they self heauins for thee care Vp vp arise from daunger the defend Whaerat he starts aloft begines to stare When as he seis com from the houssis end The Robbers thrie that with their swords prepare Death on his Knight and him in sleip to send But with his sword he their designment braks And with his foot his faithfull knight awaiks,

Yet or he could arise one of the thrie Vnto him st••p••t and with his trenshant blad He forc'd his soull furth from his brest to flie Which in the Prince both greif and anger bred And in his wrathe his death so venged he That of these Traitours thrie he soone was red Then thanks he God who saift him from that snare And thence depairts loadned with greif and care.

Wheir as his horse was feiding their he goes Whill as the darknes sum what cleirer greu And being monted then no way he knoes And yet from thence him self he soone with dre•• Yea oftentims him self him self did lose In desarts wyld in paths but vsed by feu Renoluing still within his troubled thoght What greuons cait's proud fortun had him wroght

At last beseching his great Lord of Grace To pitie him and confort to him send His earnest praier cleius heauins starrie face And at Jous throne for mercie did attend Whoe bends his gratious eies on mortalls race Vieuing their woes their waiknes weill he kend The splendour of his glorious countenance Cleir's heaune and earth and chaisd hells feinds fare hence.

Earth fred of such a sinfull Burthen vild Begins to smill on heauins all glorious sphear's When from the Prince all sorou was exyld Confort from heauin to his sad soule repair's His faith had broght from his deir saueour mild Assured hope of what his soule requear's Now to that place he goes the neirest way Wheir he appointed all his men to stay.

When bright Auror her treasurs had furth sought She edgd the siluer clouds with freing's of gold And hangs the skies, with Arras rarely wroght Powdred with Paarle and pretious stones vntold Then roses reid and whit from inde she broght And strou'd heauins floor most glorious to behold•• Yet weips she for she thinks it all to small To welcum great Apollo to her hall.

Ere Sole could shine his way did him restor Wheir Edward and the Douglas did abide With all his troups that scattred wer befor With whome the Prince doth secretlie prouide For to assalt his foes so proud of yore For them he cairles kneu dispersed wide Disordred quite and scatterd heir and their Nor for him wold they look nor for him care.

They all agrie yet thus he wold them cheir Braue frends (quod he) behold this happie day That shall the clouds of oure disasters cleir And bring the Garland from oute foes away Me thinks I sie fair victorie appeir To croune vs that triuphms on their decay And their hot blood ritch trophes vs aduances Borne on the points of oure victorious lances.

Me thinks vpone oure glistring creste I sie The glorious garland of the conquest worne Whill fether-futted-fame before vs flie Vpone the golden wings of Honor borne Altho nor ours their numbers greater be Yet fear them not Jehoua heighe hath sworne To yeild them in your hands that ye may steip Your thristie blaids in blood whill as they sleip.

This said from heauen reflected on his face A lightning beame bright shining pure and cleir His countinance shind with such heaunilie grace As lightned all about both farr and neir a Martiall furie in his breist took place Whoes sparkling did his eies with lightning cheir So that his gallant port and gracefull looks The bold conferms the faint with shame rebooks.

A Guide he got whoe broght him wheir they lay Encamped in a fair and open plane And or the glorious soun could guilt the day Four hundreth he had wounded hurt and slane For these before the camp a littel way Within a village cairles did remane Yea eu'ne the camp at last they did perseu And their with slaughter did the fight rene••

The fire yet stay'd within his assie coath When they began the camp for to invaid Sleip rest or silence eurie one did touch And heir and their they lay disordered Some were a sleip of wine that 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 Some••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 kill•• 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 bloe••

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 mak•• 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 A••oll taks Vpone his wings and mousters sorth in hosts Wheir with he threats to droun the northern costs.

Eu'ne so this campioun d••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 G••entr••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 Whoes shril sweit notts throu all the sorre••••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 als 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 Whoes worth was knowne so to their Enemeis cost As their brave Generall feard not to aduance With these against a great and mightie lost And hazard all vpon a Battells chance Thus marcheth he and wold with these begin•• To conquer all or lose what he hath winn.

This warlik Lord when as the night drew nere Camps on a hill a strength by nature wrought And as the second morning did appeare The watch a Woman had before him broght In beggers weid whom he did straight Inquiet What her Intention was or what her thoght That way to come She answerd to betray him And that his foe wold presentlie Essay him.

Pembroks braue Erle (saide she) within a myll Is come with thousands five thee to supprise That Scots and Englishe are and swears the whill That they triumphing on thy death must rise I hope quod he their hopes shall them begyll The right is ours and with the world he crys To arms to arms and in a moment their. All cled in dreadfull arms to fight prepare.

The Prince without the Camp his armie drew In thrie Battalions or Squadrons strong The vangard gave he to the Douglas trew Vnder whoes standard Sixtie marcht along Expert in Arms that feats of warrs well knew The rei••ward too prince Eduard did belong Which also did consist of Sixtie moe That faint fearis ghostlie house did newer kno.

The King him self the greate Battalion led Wherin ther stood thryce fyftie borne too fight There Scotlands, constabill, in arms was cled The worthie hay, a bold and, fearles knight There Lenox faithfull er'le his ensigne spred There Walorous Boyd and others scorning flight All Soldiers old all weill aprou'd at arms all breathed warr and conquests loud allarms.

Be they were ranckt and well in Ordre sett A cloud of men of horse of spears and scheilds Comes from a Wood, a heard of Deir besett By huntars kein to fearfull flight so yields Whoes horned heids a ratling noyse begett Such noyse their lances made when all the fields Were hid with Troups and ew'ne as flights of Croe•• Sing throw the air their haist such sounding shoes.

But to the Scots when they approched nere They stood Amazd to sie there good Array Till their Curagious Genrall did them cheir•• With hopfull words of Conquest spoill and Pray Lo what are those said he which you sie here But Robbers which dare newer vew the day Outcasts and not trew Scots whoes warlik force You oft before haue tryde vnto their lose

And tho they were there Nations flour and choise Yet are they but a handfull vnto you Gainst ew'rie one let ten them selffe oppose So they beneth Oure conquiring sword shall bow At these braue words the Armie foreward goes With schouts and clamors greate and with a show A front the Douglas troupe they giue the charge Whoe was too few against these squadrons large.

Yet make they nether murmur noise nor Dinn Saif Armours clash and death resounding blows, Till they had pearst these squadrons wide within. On eurie hand a streame of blood forth floes, That o're their Man-made bankes to swell begin And on their freinds they helpe to venge theer foes. For such as wounded cold not stand for paine, Falling vntimlie, were both dround and slaine.

The conquering Knight with his victorious band That now hade brokin all the ranks well niere. Beholds the Clifford that still fighting stand. Whose valors, worth, he cold not but admire, For by that gallant Earls strong conquring hand Some slaine, some hurt, some forc'd were to retire, To him for iust conceaued hate, he hies, And him to bloodie mortal fight desies.

Now firste when as the Bruce his foes did view, Vnder an ensigne al to march in groe, He chargd his Troups their distance to renew, And leaue more ground twixt eu'rie batel soe, In seu'rall parts they did their foes persue, One chargd a front, one to each flanke did goe. And each a solem vow had made with all, Mid-waie to meet, or by the waie to fall.

On the right side firce Edward gaue essaie, Whose courage hote cold scarcely be refraind, By those more cold by his braue Troupe to staie, And yet the vallor of his foes constraind Faire Victorie aboue them both to plaie With doubtful wings, till at the last detaind By his all conquering hand beneth his sword They fall yeld, flie and tremble at his word.

But Scotlands famous Champion the while Whoes chairge he kneu was their left syid to charge Brak throu the ranks with long and bloodie toill And to his troup he made an entrie lairge Whill th' English Generall chusd their force to foill Fiue hundreth strong, with lance, with sourd, with targe▪ Whoes armed ranks he settes into the way Of Scotts renouned king his force to stay

These at the first so feirclie doe assaill They brak the Scotts with wraith and heigh disdaine Who yeelding straight begins to bend and reill And braik their ranks nor could from flight refraine Which th' Englishe captane harriugtone sau well By whoess braue hand aught deid the nint neu slaine The standart bore: which winn he loudlie cryis The victorie is ours who yeeldis not dyis.

Scotlands great campioun who this while had fought Amidst his foes and left his men behind Rushd throu the throng and this stout captane soght Whome got his head he from his shoulders twind And wan agane that standart deirlie boght With which he fordward goes wheir he did find His men dispersd but with his cheirfull words They rank them selfs and march with conquring sword••

The victorie recouerd thus with pane And raerlie wrong out of the English hands Earths brauest Prince leads on his troups agane The standart still he bears and throu the bands Of his proud foes he looks if they contane Some obiect worth the hyir of his demands He shaiks his sword wheirat the English quaik And shrunk oway and out of order brak.

Then he espyis a littel him before Lennox stout Erle and Hays vnconquerd Lord And famous Boyd all thrie assailed sore And hemnd in by their fois, he much deplord Their danger great, and valors worthie store They shou, for to be tane they still abhord And all the ground to strou it seems they striue, With woundit men half deid and half a liue.

Not fare from them he also might espy Wheir as the conquering knight with clifford stood Clifford was strong but fought too furiouslie And nou groune faint with sheidding too muche blood His cairfull band to saif their Lord wold try Thrusting betuix him and the Douglas good Yea all at once him furiourslie assaill But his vnconquerd valor doth preuaill.

All this the Prince of warriours did behold And as a Lion nev cum from the wod Roring for pray espyis a scheiphirds fold His ••ungrie Whelps still follow houling loud Whoes sight and sound effrais the heardmen bold Thy flie that fearfull foe resistles proud Who killeth all, tho one wold serue for food His Whelps by his example feids on blood.

Eune so he cums with scarled cullored bled His conquring creu, encurage by his sig ht Before whoes terror threatning face they fled Yea eune greate Pembrok yeelds him nou to flight This vprore such a greate confusioun bred The English throws away their armour bright With still sad murmurs Scotts perseu their foes And noght was hard but dying Groans and bloes▪

From Erebus blak darknes taks her flight And spred her wings aboue ou'r half of Ground When th' English aided by the freindlie Night Ow're Hills and Daills dark wais for saiftie found And of their Natiue soill to haue a sight The greater pairt by solempt vous was bund For noght they fand in this oure barren soill But death and wounds in stead of wealth and spo••••.

After this victorie so rai••lie got The choise of Princes with ane humble mind Gaue thanks to God for his successiue lot And holie vous vnto the Lord enshrind Then marching furth in haist he resteth not Till all the western cuntreis were inclind To his meik reull and with aduise more stai'd Kill, Cuningham, and Carrik, him obay'd.

Whill in the West he regnd as conquerour Sir Odomer was greiud at his succes And thought he had dissolud his strongest pou'r Seing his oune atcheuments fortunles Yet fortun on ane vther wold not lour An vther captaine whoes greate worthines Had giuene good proufe in many a bloodie fight A Scotts man he, sir Phillip mubray hight

Him wold be neids imploy vnto this fate And to his chairge commits a thousand horse With these to vieu Scotlands greate Kings estate And wait aduantage to imploy his forse But mightie Bruce exper'ence had of lait That strenth shall oft of craft receaue the worse And being cairfull vigilant and wise Preuents his craftie foes slie interprise.

With fortuns knight tuyce tuentie furth he send To vnderstand and knou the foes desings Who haueing searchd and traueld far in end His way him to an narrou Passage brings On eurie hand did mightie crags ascend On eurie side beloue deip marras springs And of this place he fitlie maks a choise For to ganestand or to assalt his foes* 1.103

Long staid he not when all his foes drew neir For by that way they neids must onlie go Stout moubray then his warlik troups did cheir Whill they curagiouslie did chairge their foe And as on Neptuns humid sky so cleir Sterne Borias to the land the walls doth blo Till waue on waue brak on the Baltik shore Whoes dying voice ou'r all the land doth rore.

So eurie Rank on Rank is beaten bak By that braue count and his resistles crew Their ranks in Ordour ordourles they brak They kill the bold and fliers faint persew All gois to death they none to mercie tak And with meir strenth and valor overthrew Their foes at last and forced all with might Nor can their captaine stay their fearfull flight,* 1.104

But Moubray stout wise valiaunt featles bold Whoes words nor deids lets not his men to flie Scornd such a flight, nor could his foes with hold His Resolution Acted constantlie Forth throu their ranks he doth his wey vnfold Wheir much blood doth his sterne wrath satisfie At last he lost his brand and shund the fight Els had he yeildit captiue to their might.

His fanting troups fled home the way they came Which when he vieud vpone the vther side Such raige and furie did his breist inflame As he wold neids returne and wold abide Gainst all his fois but that could no way frame For want of wapins forst him turne aside Whill as the count whoes deids ar eu'r glorious Triumphing to his Prince returns victorious.

His Prince that nou was vnder Loudon hill And all that cuntrie to his Peace had broght These Losses all great Pembroks ear's did fill And sets fierce rage on edge for this he thoght If Scottlands King had fortun thus at will Englands intendit Conquest turns to noght Wherefore this motione has vnto him sent By which their wraith should soone or neu'r be spent.

He bids him vnder Loudon hill prepair To giue him Battell on the tenth of may And if the Conquest fell to Scottlands shair England sould quite the land that verie day And neu'r returne to clame a conquest their But if the English wan without delay Then yeild he should vnto fair Englands Prince And at his sentence stand for his offence.

To this the graue wise worthie Bruce agreis And for that day great Preparation maks But with greate foresight wiselie he foreseis How that his mightie foe aduantage taks Of multituds of men and lairge suppleis Whoes endles numbers his meane force brake For which thrie walls he raises wondrous hie Eune their wheir as the battell fought should be.

And in the midst he leaus a Plaine so wide, As hundreths fiue might martch & feight at ease, At euerie ende laie Marrasis beside, So at their back, they could no forces raise, Thus onely here he wold his foes abide, Let Fortune, froune or fauour whom she please, But twise three hundreth march'd with him along Altho his foes were full seauen thousand strong.

Syr Odomer the bold doth keip the day And marched brauelie vnder Lowdon low He puts his warlick armie in array Whill as the king of men him self doth show With his small pour his passage for to stay His hardie knights the art of warr did know These oft approu'd so oft had tryde their might He neids not to encurage theme to fight

Yet Earths great Warriour restles still did raunge Now here, now there his restles troups among Kindling their breasts to hole and new reuenge. Of olde done Deeds, and long receaued wrong, The Captains of his troups he need not chaunge. For these were matchles, hardy, wise & strong, The worthie Douglas and the valiant Haye, Edward the firce impatient of delaie.

Whoe with his troup did first assail the foe For his fierce wrath could brook delay no more How soone this angrie Prince him self did sho Terror and feare went sadlie him before As when strong winds doth caus heighe tyds to flo Whoes brackish waus still beat the brokin shore Seas smoth back rold before with gentle breath In briffels set, spits forth his foamie wreath.

Soe after furious Edward all the plaine Was ouer-run with Ranks of spears & shields, Horse, armour, weapons ecchos aye againe The dreadful noise that Drumme & Trumpet yeilds Strife, Terrour, Rage, follow both Hoasts, anon Death softens armour and strong weapons weilds, Furie and Strife stalks through the hoasts with fire Of deadly wonds kindled with blood-blown Ire.

Now both the armeis insteling roodlie met And spears and sheilds gainst spears and shelds opposd Strength answerd strength & wound for wound they get Swords targets piks with piks swords targets closd Then Tumult coms to heauin her head she sett And from her throt a thousand sounds she lousd That throu the Air 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 Whoes 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 f••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 Whoes 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 whoes 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 Whoes 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 faire•• 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 lifes for their lordes fault did lose Whill he on wereid killing did remane And gainst wholle trowps he doth him self oppose Whoes 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 Whos 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 Whoes 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 sher•• 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 peace and wrakfull foes restraine who did so much by valor witt and Grace Jedbrughe and Etrik Foerests fertill plaine With ceasles warr he forst to timlie peace And Douglas tour which Clifford had againe Boolded & mand his conquest did incres, The Garesone and captane both he slew The Tours vnto the ground he ouerthrew.

Strife Discord Warr now in the north did wyve A bloodie Wob with hate Reuenge and fear Most mightie mindit Bruce wold neids depriue His foes of strenth eu'ne wheir they reull did beare To his most royall camp their did arriue A gallant troup of youths addrest for warre The bold Lord Fraser led this gallant crew His cowsing deir and to him alwaies trew

But whither change of soyle or change of air Or climats cold or rat her heauins decree Has bene the caus,* 1.105 but earths best campioun their Feseik into an feitfull Lithergie For which the soldeors made such dooful care That raige with sorrow throu the camp did flie All rose in factiouns non regeardith reasone Ech vther wrongfullie accusd of treasone

Some Lennox Erle some Edward did accuse Some Fraser vthers Boyd and vthers Hay Sum say that his Phisitioun did infuse Poison in drogs nor wold they thus delay But headlongs led with furious loue wold vse A strange reuenge All wold they kill and slay This tumult rose to such a fearfull hight That noght but drums & trumpets hear yow might.

Thus whill they stand them selfs for to distroy With blood to glut reuenge suspected wrong Buchans bold Erle and Brechens Lord conuoy Eu'ne in their sight an Aarmie great and strong Who haueing knowledge of their strife did ioy To sie the time which they expected long Yea this one day had made a wofull end Of all but Joue from heaune some help did send

Not vnto health but vnto speich the King Was at that instant wondrouslie restorde His Lords praise God and furth they did him bring Whoes eies bent vpuard first heauins aid implorde A purpell Rob about him wreth'd doth hing A croun not him but he a croune decord His sceptered hand proud maiestie doth threat Borne by four Lords vp in a Royall seat.

His couquering hand his scepter shakes allone Thus he to all the armie shouis his face Wheir maiesties cleir lamp of Glorie shone Then with I know not what a heunelie grace A Mars like voice ane Angells shaip put one First softlie to him self he groand allace He lookt his looks mou'd all with staitlie feare Silence fleu fuith and seis'd on euerie eare.

What words be these we hear what threats quod be What noise of Arms who dares these tumults raise Wheir ar we honord wheir your fear we sie Not your obedience, shall oure rewll this cease Of oure diseas is this your memorie By wrong surmeisd offences vs to please Whoe darres of treasone think against their King No no you can not thus excuse the thing,

Mak not so side a cloik of publ••ct wrong To priuat grudge if grudge we may it call If loue, to vs tak head your selfs among For in your lius your weills your saifteis all Consists our health nixt heau'ne who will er long Restore oure health and wounted strenth recall O can the head a pleasant heelth enioy Whoes members still eche vther doth distroy.

Ah sie yow not oure proud Imperious foe That seiks oure fall oure ruin oure Decay No Treasone to oure persone heir we kno None in oure Armie that wold vs betray But these ar rebells to oure croune and lo These wold put violent hands in vs to day Brethren in arms go then your King defend Let not oure want vnto oure foe be kend.

Hereafter we will think on this your loue When heaune to wonted health shall vs restore Whill thus he spak the lightning beams did moue Of maiestic his sparkling eies before That all the armie who did lait approue Wraith folie Raige, sheams with repentaunce sore, Bak to his tent he goes his soldiers kind Cry all go too go too to fight inclind.

By this their proud and mightie foe drew neit Whoes number ten to one did them surmount Yet martch they on whill ech did vther cheir Nor neid their captans do as they had wount Their to menace or to encurage heir But rather forcd to stay by wise atcount Their too too foreward haist for still they cry Let eurie One a rebell kill or dy.

The rebells se them disapointed clein Their hearts begin to faint their hands to faill The royall armeis trumpets soundet bein, And valiantlie they gan for to assaill, The fois so great a Multitude ver sene, They shame a handful should their curags quaill, Thus eche on vther rusht with furous might First wounds then blood then death aproch'd their sight.

Greate deids of Arms on ether side were shoune Till Phebus piteing such vnkindlie warre Shrunk doun anone on siluer skyis were throune Dark sabill clouds that thikned all the air Than by the rebells the retreat was bloune Which made the royall hoist seim sade with cair Nor wold reteir till by their leaders au Their forcd within their trinches to with draw.

Four daies within their camp still they remand Four dais their foes encamped in their sight No day did pas wherein they once refraind. From skirmish hot and many singil fight At last the royall armie was constraind To raise their camp and for to martche fourth right For victualis in their camp were waxing small Nor Phisick helps their kings diseas at all.

He in a glorious chariot ritchlie wroght Goes in the mids they marching round about▪ In Battell rank and all their Baggage broght Within the formest ranks thus all the rout still reddie was to fight if their to soght Their foes perceiud their resolutioun stout And for that time they thoght not good to moue thē But follou still at vnwarrs to proue them.

Eduard the fierce whill his deir brother lay Ou'r all the royall armie did command Wheir with he martcht a soft and easie way By Citeis faire through mony a fertill land At last he causd the armie for to stay In Marrs renowind schire wheir as he sand A willaige situat one a pleasant plaine Wheir walthie Ceres, treasure doth remaine.

This famous toun Eururie heght to name Famous for that greate victorie obtaind By Bruce vnto his foes eternall shame For in this toun for health whill he remaind Buchans bold erle still thristing efter fame From vrging Battell could not be refraind Within two mylls besyid old Meldrum long Vpon a hill he lay encamped strong.

A chosin band with Brechins Lord he send At vnawarrs his Princelie foe to find Whoe of his long diseas began to mend Whoes haughtie mind was neu'r to rest inclind His armies forward at the village end. Encamped lay of foes that had no mind Whill Brechins Lord against their wills wold will them Battell to giue or in their tents to kill them.

But he and all his chossin 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,* 1.106

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, Sacr••ledge and sin in one conformitie Atheismie dispising Faith and scorning Deitie Wrathe Anger, Hate, and monstrous Deformitie That Laus. A••r••s, Mauers Marrs and braks societie Poore Pouertie and waistfull Desolatioun L••f•• 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 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 s••t in an open plaine Wheir as thou may in eurie pai••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.* 1.107

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 whoes 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 whoes valour weill he knew With ten of whom he tuentie wold persew.* 1.108

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 ••ay From which they broght ••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 whoes 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 fl••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 remem∣bers Sche's drunk with blood & cled with marterd mēbers.

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 fe••lous shame in their death-wishing fight And their braue Lord with this small band assisted His foes fierce wrathe with manlie brest ressisted,* 1.109

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 sh••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 tan•• 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,* 1.110

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 griu•• 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 Whoes 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 Whoes golden tressis gilds with glistring ••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 whō 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 ••o the Seige retornd Whill omphrauell that hears this ouerthro Knew that proud fortun now her bak had tornd Whoes smylls were chaingd to frouns remeidles w•• 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.* 1.111

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.* 1.112

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.* 1.113

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 fa•••• still vnsuspected Till they at night reteird vnto ane Inn Was ••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.* 1.114

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 Whoes 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.* 1.115

But now the Lord of Lorne that cleirlie knew Of their approach so weill did him prouide By schip him self on sea the fight wold view And left two thousand on the land beside That 〈◊〉〈◊〉 montans tope them self withdrew Which did that cuntrie by it self diuide And vnderneth that hill the passage lay So that the arme's forst to pas that way.

The King that of them had intelligence Sends Douglas furth with him a chosen band Who with much paine but schort continuance Had winn their baks by hid wais which th••y fand Now comes the armie to the strait and thence They sie their foes aboue all armed stand On crags, and hurld doun mightie stons from hie And thence they lat their clouds of arrous flie.

Wherefore an vther chosen band intend With valiant Hay to giue the chairge before Of these the stons broght many to their end And some returnd leamd briusd and wonded sore Yet to his foes bold Hay did still ascend Still formest to encurage them the more And tho but feu in spight of all their foes They wan the montains heighest top with bloes.

But surlie their eche one had losd his life Their foes so hudge encompast them about If Douglas, who with labor pane and strife Had not arriued with his resistles rout But then o then bloes, wounds, and deaths were ri••e Long faught they long was victorie in dout But Douglas now gan on his men to froune Becaus they were so long vn ouerthroune

Then with the strongest ranks it faireth worce His sword their maks a wide and bloodie laine He treds them kild and wounded by his force Who yeeldeth leius, all that resists at slaine So kill's a hound the cur without remorse That bits when he that yeelds his life doth gaine Oure knight still kills the armd with best assistance And scorns t'assaill but wheir he finds resistance,

Good valiaunt Hay that through the rout furthwent Fand matchles Douglas dealling deaths anew And to his side he step't incontinent A hardie freind bold constant wise and trew These two once mett were all sufficient A greate and mightie Armie to subdew Yea thogh bold Hay had bidden from the fight Douglas allone had put them all to flight.

At last discomfeit all doth flie away Doune to a tumbling riuer deip and read They past a bridg that our this riuer lay Which they wold cut of danger to be fred But of their work they did them quiklie stay And gaue so fierce a chairge till thence they fled By this one bridg the Armie past the flood And fand from thence that no man them with stood.

A wondrous strength was their Dunstaffage heght The vanquest rebells mand this fortres strong But with a Seige inuirond hard and straight They forced ar to yeeld it vp or long Argills old Erle a man of wondrous might Got peace whoes sone had done such endles wrong Then all submit them selfs the King before Eu'ne all the Lords along the westerne shore.* 1.116

All faithfull Scotts reioise of his succes And for to shew their iust conceaud Ire Their craftie foe by craft they wold supres Still when occasioun winkd at their defire Amongst the rest that shew his willingnes A contrey suaine their duelt in Lithgo shire That was both fearles hardie strong and bold He to his natiue Prince some seruice wold.

A peill or strength by Lithgo lake their stood That held in aw the countrie round about A hundreth English with their captane good Comands the strength wells fortified about This contrey cloune, oft for their horses food With prouender and hay came in and out Fiue sones he hade as bold as was their sire Thrie brether borne and bred in Mars his ire.

And these weill arm'd within a wane he set And cuning lie he couerd them with Hay Then driueth furth his wane straght to the gat•• Wheir he ar••••ed with the morning gray The porter rose and in the wane he let This driuer Binny heght who made no stay But to the porter lept and soone dispatchd him Then furth he lets the rest whill nothing fashd him▪

And soone them selfs they throw the chambres spred Some sleipt some armd and naiked some they fand But all their liues at length they quiklie red None that resists could their rude rage with stand Thret tien were to the captains chalmer fled Who with him tho••n armd thes houses mand But tours nor walls could not preuent their smert•• Mild pitie dualls not in a Curish heart.

The King returnd from Lorne did weill reward This binnie for so hazardous a deid Then of his nepheu Randolph heth regaird For still his loue his Anger did exceid Morais great Erldome he for him prepaird Of whom hereafter he might stand in neid And sure his worth is worthelie renound A brauer knight neu'r tred vpone the Ground▪

Whoe being to his vncle reconceild Wisl••d oft within his haughtie heart, to sho Some peice of rarest seruice in the feild Who••s fame his former faults might far outgo Fortun eu'ne then did fit occasioun yeild Whereby the King his willing mind should kno Nine prouinces with England yet did stand Besout•• the siluer Forth eu'ne all the land,

Obeid to Englands King but onlie thrie Iedbrughe and Eirik and fair Douglas dail These by the mightie Douglas conquerd be Gainst whose all couquring arme none could preuaill In all these lands braue Randolph weill did sie Many strong holds and castells to assaill Amongst the which was one whoes strenth excel•• The Virgin-tour or Maiden-castell cald.

Of that heigh crag this beautifies the top Whereon the famous Edinburghe doth stand And that fair touns frie liberteis doth stop So proudlie doth the Garesone command Whoes wills to tame their insolence to crop His vncle puts the chairge into his hand Which he obeis and being furneishd out With a strait seige he sets the walls about.

A Gascon captane cheif was of the hold Whome straight the English tak and putt in bands And of them selfs they chusd a captane bold That valiantlie their enemie with stands Who in continuall labor doth them hold By new assaults with freshe and warlik bands Yet still with lose he's forcd for to reteir So resolute and bold his foes appeir* 1.117

At last he seiks for to obtane by slight Wheir strenth did faill and wheir no force preuailis For sure it was vnpregnable by might In vaine with warlik force he still assaills Sir Williame Frensh or Fraunces lo he hight Whoe comes one day to him and thus reveills To winn the hold my Lord I know the way Nor all their force my subtle craft can stay.

My lustie youth I spent within these walls As capteiue whill my father did comand My loue within the toune as oft it falls To whom by night a secreit way I fand Tho dangerous to Bank••ts Masks and Balls I went for loue O what can loue with stand I shall you lead vp throu the crag by night Vnto a wall but scant seavne cvbits hight.

Glade was the erle that he did thus deuise And promeist him a fair and ritche rewaird When pitche clouds then muffills vp the skies With thrittie and his guide the count repaird Hard to the rock and mounting doth arise A thousand faddoms height without regaird For fearfull danger could them noght with hold Vnder the wall at last they rest them wold,

When straight aboue them doth the watche repare And our the wall one throus a mightie stone The which a corner of the crag did beare Hard by them els they died had eurie one Flie trautors flie quod one I fie you their But with her dreadfull waill blak night allone Had couerd them by heauins heighe prouidence Els with a thoght ther sowlls hade pairted thence.

The watche that hears not seis nothing depairts When to the wall they sett their ledder straight And Frances first assends that knew these pairts Sir Andro Gray was nixt a valiaunt knight Then mounts the erlle when with curagious hearts The watch returns that now had got a sight Of them and treassone treasone loudlie cryes Wheir with they all awaekd in arms aryse.

Then th••t braue Lo••d and his two knights persew The watche with such vndanted curage stout That all of them they quiklie ouerthrew When all the armed garesone cums out The Scotts or then got vp all doth renew A deadlie fight whill Blood flow'd round about Their bloodie swords oft gius a glomeing light Still made more fearfull by the dreadfull night

Greate was the Number of the English foe But many hearts were ceas'd with soddant feare And yet their Captane did greate valor sho With whome as yet them selfs they brauelle beare A hardie Scot doth to the Captane go That Setone hight a knight that knew no feare, Graue wise and old whoes counsall's stayd eff••ct The worthie Randolph held in greate respect••.

Thrie sones he hade that with him self furth speids And when he seis the Captans murdring Ire My sones quod he let this bold knights braue deads Be bellowes for to kindle angers fire Perrells and dangers hard, or honors seads Fame worthie prase to perrells still aspire His tender whelps so leads the Lion old Furth to their pray and whits their curage bold.* 1.118

The youths stept foorth and with their hardie father The warrlick Captane furiouslie persew The old knight hits him on the helme but neither His armour pearst he nor his blood forthdrew Whoe nocht affraid but enraged rather His brand with blood of honord aige t'inbrew Quite throu his gentle brest the brand he thrust Whoes life and blood both at the wound furth burst.

The yeoungest sone that seis his father slaine Holds vp his dying sire with both his hands But o poore pitie, kindnes o in vaine In vane for help he calls, for his demands Ar soone cut of, and with them cut in tuaine His arms, that links about his Sire like bands Doun fall they both Both bid the rest adew Both kissing die; Ah wofull sight to view:

Two brether now was onlie left a liue And yet tho both aliue both twice were slane In these two deaths yet both against him striue But nather could his furie greate restrane The brest doun to the bowells he doth riue Of one the vthers head he cleft in twane The noise and tumult of this haples fight Broght Randolph for to view this wofull sight.

He rudlie brak the prease and came in tyme To tak reuenge but too too late to ayd Ah woes me quod he shall you hs fair pryme Be thus distroyd and wisdoms wealth decay'd Whoe durst commit so in humane a cryme Whoe hath so fare from reasons center stray'd He quod the Captane whoe dars seall his deid With thy hot blood and on thy heart dart's feid.

For rage and wrathe the count could not reply But stronglie thrusts his sword furth him before Quyte throgh his brest, the wound he ript t'esspy His cruell heart which his left hand furth tore And wrong furth blood sprinkling on these that ly But neulie dead, if this can bak restore Your lius, he proous a Pelicane quod he If noght let this appease your Ghosts from me.

And noght suffeisd with this reuenge at will He wraks vpon the multitude his wrathe Ther Captanis blood suffeisd him not vntill They ••ane in heaps to flie suche crwell deathe Some leaps ye craige some runs out our ye hill These breaks there necks those crushd to dust beneathe So headlong flies a flight of simple dous When from her way the princelie falcon bous.

Or then night fled to let the lightsome day Vnfold her works of murder death and blood The strength was wune no southeron their did stay Nor saw they anye that their will gaine stood The Gascon Captane that in prison lay The Erlle releasd from bands and seruitude Then fullie was that prophesie perfited Which Candmoirs Sanct-like Queen theirin indyted.* 1.119

The Argument.

A messinger vnto the King doth scho Sad neus that doth incense his wrathfull lre From Roxbrughs tours braue Douglas beats the foe Eduards bold answer Quens;hd his brothers fire To view the Englis camp doth Douglas go The Scots obey their Princes Iust desire Iew men they send but valiant fierce and bold Chusde furth of eurie Region vncontrold,

Caput. 15.

SCotlands great King that all this tyme had gone From toun to toune from citie strength and tour Throgh fiffe, Stratherne, Merns, Angus one by one And Goureis cars which all vnto his pou'r Did glaidlie yeild, and he eune he allone Their natiue Lord was their greate conquerour But he to Fdinbrughe returnd at last Till Isickles his chilling breth furth blast.

No greater pompe, Solempnitie, nor glorie, Magnificence, Praise, ritches, nor renowne Got Cesar as records the Romane storie When as he made the westerne world bow doune To Rooms proud reull wheirof he might be sorie Nor entred he more brauelie in that ••oune Then oure greate Lord when first he enterd heir Whoe was more lou'd whom all as much did fear.

Whill heir he stayd admeird feard lou'd of all To him braue Randolph did the Castell yeild Which to the ground he raizd both tour and wall That their his foe agane fould haue no beild And on a day set in his Princelie hall He to his knights and Lords his will reueild When straght a messinger doth to him bring Tydings of Ioy wheirof new trubbles spring.

The Messinger vpon his face doth fall And sayis great King and my most Gratious Prence All praise be geune to God that doth enstall Vpon oure throne thy worth thy excellence God grant that in thy seid he may recall Thy glorie and resume thy greatnes thence Thy brother Eduard humble greiteth thee And warns the thus of what is past by me.

Rugleins strong peill is tane by Eduard bold That warrlike toun Dundie by him is winn And also royall Stirling vncontrold Gladlie receau'd his conquring armie Inn But that inpregnable and matchles hold Stirlings strong Castell wold not once begin To heare of peace till famein forced at last They parle thus, and thus their peace is past.

A yeir to keip the hold he them permits And if within that tyme greate Englands King Releius them noght but cairles them omits Then in his hands they shall the place resing Sir Philip Moubray their in reuling sitts He's gone to England Succor thence to bring And now that mightie King prouids we heare By Gaine and gold to bring all Europe heir.

For he by proclamatioun great hath sworne Through eu'rie kingdome cuntrie toune and shire That Scotlands name by him shall be out worne He will distroy that nation in his Ire And all that comes of vther nations borne To keip that day shall haue what they desire And of this Kingdome greate without extorsioun Eche equall to his worth shall haue his portioun.

Greate multitude of straungers day by day Broght by these means in England doth ariue So that they think ritche England scarslie may Find store ynuch to keip them all alliue Besids those cuntreis greate that him obey In France all Princes his confedrats striue Whoe shall the best and greatest armeis raise 〈◊〉〈◊〉 willing seims all Europe him to please.

And thus in time your grace wold neids be ware To sue with guifts the angrie King to please Or giue you mind to try the chance of Warr Prouide in time your forces for to raise Wheir with the Kings eies brunt with wraeths teid sta•• Should we his Iyre with guifts quod he appease Why villane what base fear so timerous Ere till this day hath thow espy'd in vs

Haue wee till now sustaind such endles pane And storms of Warrs sad tempests hath out worne Oure Kingdome croune and cuntrie to obtane And raisd oure self in spight of Englands scorne For braggs thus for to fold with shame agane When Fortune to oure foot the Ball hath borne No heauins forbid such clouds of fear and shame Sould so obscuir oure mornings rising beame.

What tho the pride of oure imper••ous foe With euer soll destruction doth vs bost Oure forces mene his multituds doth kno Yea tho a world of men augment his host Oure mite incresleth with his talent lo The widous oill when blisd tho leist was most He must be many still and still be glorious And feu we must be still, and still victorious.

Let him bring furth his England, Ireland, Waills, With Britange Gascon and fair Aquitane Poitew and Guian and all cuntreis els With Scotlands better pairt yet all in vane God vs protects gainst whoes strong a••me preuaill•• No Earthlie pour in him oure hopes remane Trew Scotts we bring and brings this prais with all Gainst Scotts allone all Europs thought too small

Thus spak the King whill all his Lords and peers Reioisd thereat and hoped in heauins reuenger Whill he not onlie fearles bold appeirs But also ware and wyislie weyis the danger He for each captain sends who sone compeirs Consulting all how to bear af the straunger The conquering knight came their whoes worthie acte•• My tird quill mends and my dull Museawaiks.

How soone the King returned was from Lorne And progres took through eurie regione faire To vieu the land wheirto himself was borne As righteous King iust Prince and onlie heire Douglas that rest and ease did euer scorne Did bak vnto the south agane repair Wheir he the English oft did ouerthrou But Roxbrugh how he wan Iyll onlie shou.

And thus it was on fastingeuins dark night Thrie scoir he brings in armour pitchie blak All on their hands and feit doth creip out right No noyse no sound no word bewraid their tract The watch them seis but so as in their sight They seimd a heard of bews and this they spak This night good Rodger lets his heard at learg Whereof er long blak Douglas may tak chearg.

He smils to sie their sight disceaued so But hard below the wall arriv'd at last In goes the watch, such thundring tempests blo Ledhous a Ledder made of Touis vp cast Whoes clerks of j••on soundeth with the thro Yet full of euraige he ascend••th fast This ingine he deuisd wherebe to gaine Him self sume glorie and his foe sume paine,

The Sentinell that hears the sound espyis Ledhous ascend and quiklie to him goes Who doth not only on the walls arise But kills him too, then doun the carkas throes When all was mounted Douglas quiklie hyis Doun to the hall for to assaill his foes Who now amid their feastuall Ioyis var caght Sum play to death sum drink their leatest draght

With lyf devoring swords the Scotts,* 1.120 ariue That Douglas Douglas cryis whoes verey name So dreadfull seimd, that few for wapins striue But flei to saue their lius not cairing shame Or day thrie hundreth they of life depriue The captane with the rest them selfs reclame In an strong tour but Douglas kept the feild Till famien forcd them all at last to ʒeild.

And then braue Douglas they intreat for peace To whom anon they render vp the hold Them selfis their liwes and all vnto his grace Who was as wise and mild as feirce and bold Them of that bondaige streight he did relace And send them home with all their wealth their gold And then to Edinbruche his cours he bent Wher warlik Bruce for all his Lords hade sent.

Their Edward their greate Stewarde might he sie Trew Marr wise Lenox, Hey, and Randolph strong, With manie more graue counsalours that be To their braue Prince who satt them all among All silence keipt he muisd with maiestie Whill one his throne he satt att last of wrong Acuisd his brother who with reuerend fear Too this his wise and solid words gaue ear.

Brother what haist what raschnes did you guide What folie causd you giue so long a day To Englands mightie king for to prouide His forces greate when weill you know he may Bring furth for eucrie one vpon our side A hundreth warlik knights in good aray How could yow think that we culd him gainstand Who yet most parte of Scotland doth command.

Yea thoght he wold no vther forces raise But onlie Scots for to releiue the hold Eu'ne these can ouermatche vs if he please Much more with Irish English Welshmen bold With Almans Frenshe and Dutchis by all these Whom in subiection he in France doth hold All these shall come and with a world of men Shall we be able to encounter then.

Surlie you had no foresight heir at all And to oure rising state you wronged much What we haue conquest yet is verie small Nor ar we siure of these, the commouns such Inconstant minds do beare, and so oure fall Is neir, if one the brokin reid but tuche, Better had bein we neu'r had soght with paine To clim so hie so soone to fall againe.

His brother answers heauins forbid that so Should fall, what I haue done we can not mend, Not neid we much to feare oure mightie foe, Thoght he bring armeis from th•• worlds end, His Sunne is at his Sommerr S••lsteice lo And neids he must returne for to discend Fortun must Froune when she too long hath smil•• Who surest hopeth oft is oft beg••ld.

Yea tho he hed a hundreth Kingdoms more And could a hund••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 whoes 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 ••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 accen••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 whoes 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 fea••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.* 1.121

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* 1.122 And plesaunt shoirs that coasts the Irish sey.* 1.123

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.* 1.124

From Marr two thousand came of warlik fame Led by that euer famous erlle of Marr Whoes faithfull heart whoes much redoubted name Yet neuer left his Prince in Peace nor Warr Whoes Starr of Glorie euer casts a beame Which still Illuminats both neir and farr The men of at holl then their Ensigne spred* 1.125 A thousand by their gallant erlle forth-led.* 1.126

From Merns their came of Squiers and of knights A thousand warlick,* 1.127 hardie, fearles bold Led by their Erlle traind vp in marti'all fights Their erlle whoes worth my Muse can not vnfold Whoes great ancestors shind still glorious lights And whoes 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* 1.128 Montrois greate erlle that led a valiant band* 1.129 But he that led the most pairt of that host* 1.130 Was Crausurds mightie erlle who reuled most* 1.131

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.* 1.132

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.* 1.133

By mightie Erroll wer these troups forth led Whoes 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.* 1.134

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 Whoes 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 Th•••••• thousand chosen men of heighe desarte Rothes greate erlle and many erlls beside Amid these troups spred furth their Ensigns wide.* 1.135

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 a••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.* 1.136

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 C••yde that cam all thes and many mo* 1.137 As floods to th'ocean to their soueraing flow.* 1.138

Perth and S••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 h••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.* 1.139

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.* 1.140

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.* 1.141

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.* 1.142

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, whoes 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 Whoes 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 Scott••s hath carles beine.

Which maks them yet vnto the wordle obscure So th••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 ••herish learning tre•• 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 Whoes 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:* 1.143

O this is he that most one day propine Me with the flowing subiect of my song Vpon whoes 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 Whoes sweitt complexion beares a mutuall suay Of all the elements in peace conioind With such a loue and fraudles s••••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 subi••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 whoes 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 ist they should in Lethe sink.

This Huntl••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 whoes sone Yet to repent his wrongs hade not begone.* 1.144

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.* 1.145

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.* 1.146

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 Whoes flourie Mairg still seimeth Amorous Of tumbling Clid whoes 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.* 1.147

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 whoes 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 Whoes 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 m••••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 whoes 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* 1.148 He raignd, he reulled in his Princes sted.* 1.149

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 Whoes sight wold vanquhish eune the boldest foe Led by two Princes of heighe fameleis Greate Arrandell old Oxfoord graue and wise.* 1.150

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 h••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.* 1.151

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.* 1.152

Then came his subiects and confed'rats greate Whoes 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.* 1.153

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 he their Still famous made by Ariostos vene Furth of this land vpon their oune expence Ten thousand cam to aid the english prence.* 1.154

That land that west from Tours doth stretche along To wasche his feit within the Ocean Sea Whoes 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.* 1.155

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* 1.156 Come fifteen thousand warlick soldiors bold.* 1.157

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.* 1.158

From that ritche land whoes chalkie swan like schoirs Fair kent beholds best when the Sune goes doune Whoes 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.* 1.159

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* 1.160 Sprong that greate houses glorious excellence.* 1.161

From Henolt came fiue thousand men of fame Led by their erlle in whoes 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 migh••ie Lord And came to spoyll the Garland of the Maine But few ot none at all returne agane.* 1.162

That land which hath within his borders plac'd The holie empi••s Marquesad of old By Skeld cutt of, from Flaunder, in the west Wh••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.* 1.163

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 Th••t euer famous monarch which apalls Ronoune, Fame, Glorie, Praise, and Victorie, As his Iust dew, was their both borne, and bred* 1.164 Thence to his warr, was fourtene thousand led.* 1.165

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 E••glish Monarch that depend.* 1.166

Their lyis a land along the Germane flood Throu which the Mais and Rhine their course doth hold Vnto their Lord whoes 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.* 1.167

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 high•• His ioyfull w••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 My royall Lord quod he at•• Berwike strong I stayde til Englands armie came from thence I veiud and walkt their squadrons all among I saue that monarchs greatt magnificence Whoes Royall pomp and mightie pouer in watt Surmonts all, European Princes farr.

The number greate of that so mightie host Passeth thrie hundreth thousand as I think They couer all the land from cost to cost They spoyl•• the contreis dry the floods they drink Thither all Europe gatherd is almost And if proud vaunts be deads they scorne to shrink But in a word suck their confussioun is Joue be our aid they shall the Garland mi••.

For of the greatest part of all their bands Both horse and fute their disciplein is small They k••ip no ranks their captains stil with stands They knou no drum no•• trumpets sound at all Naiked vn armd their wapins f••w commands Onlie the English archers bold and tall All valiant men so weill traind vp in warrs Or pace should raigne from heauin they'il tear the 〈◊〉〈◊〉

And their is twentie thousand horsmen more That alway on the King him self auait's Earth can no brauer men then these restore The rest of English knoes no war lik feates Nor were they euer vsd to warre before But hope of Lordships rents and heigh estaits Hath broght them furth for all this Kingdome great Is geu'ne and Scotts by thoght distroyed quit.

And that your grace should not eschaip their hands Two knights vnto that mightie King hath sworne Dead or aliue to bring yow bound in bands T'abid what Death he list impose inscorne Of your new croune, which each of them demands In meir disdaine their trophes to adorne Greate Glocester is one as doth apeir, Sir Henrie Boem the vther hight I heir.

They to your brother and my self applyis Greate torments too for out so bloodie mind This said furth from the Princes angrie eics Flea sparks of wrath flams from his face furth shind Praise be to god quod he our enemies He blinded hath and that Kings hautie kind He hardnes still with Pharaos, so his shame And fall I wish may glorefie his name.

Now stronglie were the Scotts encamped their Where Banoghes burne mongst shaddie bankes doeth plai•• The Torwood neir within a valley fair And for the battell their they neids wold stay Whill as this worthie Generall did prepair To stoppe their foes least they should find away Them to encompas round, which threatning storms Their multitude might easilie performe.

Wherfore eune their where their great host should stand With ditches deep the plaine he overcl••d Wherein sharp Staiks were pit••d at his command Then cuninglie againe al couered The enemie by this was hard at hand Whoes squadrons lairge ouer al the land was spred When their for-front was at the valeis end Their last Battaillon did thrie le••gues extend.

Wherefore the King his matcheles Nepheu sent With him fiue hundreth Martiall men of warr Doune to a way that throu the valey went To sterling castell and would neids debarr That hold of aid yee he would still preuent His foes great slight or strength thus broght from fa•••• But this his forsight did the sootherne know That would ou'r shoot him self in his oune bow.* 1.168

Cliffords braue Lord a bold and warlik knight They sent before the hoist a mille and more With twice four hundreth horsmen swift and light That choos'd from all the armie martchd before Ane other way to Sterling go they right Bruce seis and sends Randolph this chek full sore Thy, Garlands, cheifest flour is lost this day If those haue past the way, wheir thou doest stay.

They craftilie escheud wher he did ly Nor feard they him nor anie erthly foe But they another secret way wold try And by him were they past er he could kno Yet he his vncles bitter tant doth wey Which stung full deip but he concealls his wo His silence shoes he bears a generous mind That of a Iust reprooff best fruct will find,

For with his band he follous hastelie And ouerraichst them like a storme of wind They scorne from fewer them themselfs to flie And for to giue them battell turns around One knight ambitious of some victorie That for his valour had bein much renound Before the rest him felf did fare aduance And challengd Randolph for to brek a launce

Glaidlie the erlle accepts and furth he goes A strong stiff launce into his hand he bore Swiftlie their steids bore furth these noblle foes Yet their desirs farr swifter came before As Bo••eas brok from erthin prison bloes Eune from the Toples heights and craggie shore Of Coucasus, the clifted rocks a sunder, Such furie bring they, Earth-resounding vnder.

Sir Williame Hauecourt hight the English knight Whoes speir too weake to harme so strong a foe Beaks on his breist but his stif launce doth light Beneth his curas sklenting vp ward so As from his head of heuines it got a sight His helme then lights vpon the earth belo Furth at his croune the spears point lookt and thence. Bears him to earth then breks with violence.

This deed prouocks the Scotts aduancing light, And doth inflame the English all with Ire, A shout the Scotts encurage to the fight, Of English wrath still silence blous the fire, Braue Randolph cairs not fears not all their might•• Nor for his men wold stay nor once retire But through the rout he breaks with wondrous for•• And stronglie bears to earth both men and horse

Rudlie both Syds togidder rushith in And blow on blow they giue and wound on wound Death Horror Blood from rank to rank doth rinn Yet nather side wold shrink or lose their ground Whill Scotts thus striue to keip what they had winn And English to repair their lose new found The valiant Bruce was sodainlie assaild With in his camp yet his awin worth preuaild.

And thus it was the wantgaird of his foe Still marcht two leagues before that mightie host Straight touards him they cume or he culd kno Who sheam'd within his trenchis to be forst But in the plaine him self did quiklie sho Drew foorth his bands in haist no cyme he loft Nor could his foes refrean from fight at all Still as they marcht for battell still they call.

Yet did the rest of this great armie stay Two leagues from thence encamped one a plaine The King comandit so, so they obay The day neir spent to fight war all in waine, The wantgard knew not of this new delay Nor with such strength d••rs leasie dout remaine One hors and foote they fiftie thousand wer Led by that mightie erlle of Glocester.

The Scotts broght furth by their braue worthie Prence His cheirful looks did conquests hope restore Encuraging each one to mak defence From band to band he rode the ranks before The English knew him by his countenance A Mass or Brasen staf in hand he bore Whill thus he rode Sir Henrie Beome espi'd-him And to performe his promeis past he tri'd-him.

This was the one that should him tak or kill And furth before the host he doth aduance Toward the King he bent his course so ful He hops to mak him yeild beneth his lance But quiklie doth the King auoid this Ill And with a more then manlie countenance Gaue with his Brasen-staf so hudge a blo As kild the knight and brak the mass in two.

In th' English that hath sene their campeon fall Disdane and Wrath with Shame and feir contends Disdane and Wrath for dread Reuenge doth call But shame and fear bewrays their want of freends That they were thus allone now knew they all A spur to haist both shame and fear it lends Thus in amazement long they stand in dout If they should flie reteir, or fight it out

Yet heighe disdain did fearis faint strok rebatt Now they wold force the Scotts to fight or flie Eache to him self these words doth ruminat Oute number farr exceideth theirs we sie But lo their leader strenght repins their at Softlie reteir and keip your ranks quod he Oure last commissioun is expir•• of right We had in chairge to martche but not to fight.

Wheir with the Scots so fircelie doeth persew As they war vrgd a forcd retreatt to take And scattered in disordered flight with drew When wislie Bruce, his galland troups drew bake Ill to preuent, deceate for to eschew He thinkst, to tymlie fortune to awake Haist wanteth witt, rashnes, shall loose his winning. And maks greate lose attend a fair beginning,

Now wer the Scots reteird and left their wrathe When all the Lords thus to their King doth say What may this natioun look for els but death What may this Kingdome look for but decay In yow consists oure being life and Breath Yow gone we die yow lost we'r lost for ay Yet yow your self and ws in yow expose To Danger still and hazards all to lose.

To this was answer dah my Lords quod he I broke the brauest staf that eure was made I must confes: O wisdome worth to flie On golden wings of fame for euer laid This answer seimd no answer for to be And yet theirin both wi••t and patience stayed He clois'd their mouthes ere half their speach was do••n For what he did vnkilld, he could not shune,

Yea he the daunger braulie did awoid And Iust praise merits not vniust reproof He deimd no lose, if he hade keipt his rod But all this tyme Randolph without releif•• Inuirond with his mightie foes abod Which to the worthie Douglas bre••d such greif That when the King refuisd him leaue to aid him To braek furth throu the camp in raige it made him.

But as he neirer to the Battell drew He saw the Englishe bands begin to reill O then quod he it wer noe freindschip trew To reaue the glorie thou deserus so weill Then stood he with his band a fare to view The will of Mars and works of cutting steil Mars blisd him oft that wap••ns first inuented But Pitie cursd and wishd him oft tormented.

At last he seis them wholl he put to flight And bak vnto their camp they haist with speed The Scots for to persew them seimd not light So werrie they so fant so much they bleid Many of them were wounded in the fight Tho none but one was kild and for that deid Thrie hundreth foes lay dead into the place Or eu'r their fellous wold the flight embrace.

Lo onlie heir trew valor might be seine Blew Theetis boundles arms did noght contein More worth in warr more strength more curage kein Then in thoes gallant English did remaine No falt in them: no conquerours to haue bein One earth to striue with fortune is but vaine What Mars requeris, was theiris without Intutione Only ou'r matcht in constant resolusione.

These loses throgh the English camp do flie Whill Terror fear and Conscience leads the way Confusioun follous after spedelie Of these when Curage hears he maks no stay Furth from the camp he stelleth secretlie And to the Scotts he came er braek of day But Pride and h••ighe Disdane behind abaid That all the world could to distructioun leid.

Yet heir and their in twoes and threis they go Their leaders conscience la••rge accusing thus He wold an antient natioun ouerthro A frie croune reaue. O this is dangerus Joue fights for them Gods thundring wrath we kno What heart so bold but heaune maks timerus If heir we fall as we must surlie fall Heigh iustice dealls with vs with them and all.

Vthers that on Disdaine and Pride still fed Thus say, tush Scotts what ar these Scotts to vs Meire dunces grose by simple outlaus led Wild sauage naked poore and barbarous Their Lord a montain climber ••aslie cled More like a cloune then King victorius A hundreth thousand doth adorne our hoast In whoes sterne face he darrs not look allmost.

No sooner we shall in the feilds appeir When they in Caues and Dens them selfs shall hide Gainst flights of Egills darres poore Crous compeir Or sillie sheip the dreadfull Lions bide Dare a poore band of cuntrie swans draw neir Vnto a world of martiall soldeors tride In bloodie fights, no no if we but sight them Oure veray drums and trumpets shall affright them.

Thus brage the English whill two courteous knights Whois chaist ears still abhord vane glorious bosts Replied, these Scotts whome your cleir day benights A handfull ay compaird with your greate hosts Poore sauge simple whom your neame afrights These many hundreth yeirs hath keipt these costs And throu the wordle haue wone a famous name Their trophes darkning oft your gloreis beame.

And sure these Crous do merit double praise That beat the Princelie Egills from their nest These scheip aboue all beasts them selfs doth raise That tear the Lions which disturb their rest If a poore band of fermors nou adais Of conquests wrong, great Kings hath dispossest Eune in dispight of such great strenght so neir They merit most whoes worth doth most appeir,

As for the Bruce whome you so much disdaine And rather termis a ruffian then a roy We heir that he but with a simple traine Eune Englands mightie armeis doth distroy And tho the Scotts them selfs be him againe He conquers still a Greek in midst of Troy Ah if he be so worthles as you mak him Why trouble you all Europe thus to tak him.

In Brabant borne these knights were both that mak Their parte so good whome yet they neuer knew Such indignatioun heighe the English tak Both Sids leap furth to arms and wapins drew But soone commanders wise their furie brak And both wer broght to that greate Monarchs view Who when he hard what they had boldlie said This hauie punishment vpone them laid.

We chairge you quiklie from oure camp quod he And presentlie vnto the Scotts repare Their hinder what you can oure victorie Both with your counsail valour strenth and ••are And who soeuer too morrou lets vs sie Their Sotish heads cut from their trunks I swea•• 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 kn•• 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 thei•• In honor of the Scoots a Mansion fair.* 1.169

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 Fa••th that Trueth that Right and Justice gid•• In whic•• 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 for••d to Ioyne with them in Singill fight When th' Argentine greate Bruce hath ki••d they flie Their King abids and wold the flight restore But seis new aid and fless his foes before.

Caput. 17.

WHen bright Hiperion••s goldine carr arose Both armes soone were cled in glistring armes Whoes 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 ou••r fiftie thousand Archers bore Those English wer all come from English-land No brauer warriors could the earth restore Nixt vnto him did valiant Hairtfoord stand On horse and futt that led as many more From Scotland, England, France, and Ireland broght With Sheilds, with Launces, Piks, & Swords, they foght

Nixt on the left hand valiaunt Oxfoord stood That fiftie thousand footmen broght to fight All these did seim approued Souldiors good With dairts sword Piks and vther Ingins wight And Glochester nixt him that thrists for blood Had in his battell many warlick knight Like to the vther wing his wing was pleac'd With arms and curage both alik ar greac'd

In the greate battel with the King abod Henolts greate Erle and many Princes mo On his right hand that warlick campioun rode Whoes fame so much our all the world did go Of Argentine sir Giles that gaind abrod So many conquests our the pagane foe Greate Pembrok•• Erle on his left band did stay His saiftie onlie in their valors lay.* 1.170

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 wvis•• 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 whoes famous name Shall neuer die and many we••lick crew With him▪ whoes 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* 1.171

The conquering knight the third Batallione broght Seauin thousand also did this host containe Sco••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* 1.172 Wheir fourtein thousand armed warreors stands* 1.173

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 Whoes quik cleir eies send furth a cheirfull light His v••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 ou••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 whoes hearts could neuer fail-yow Nor could base fear of death, at all assaill yow.* 1.174

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.* 1.175

What is that armie whi••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 Na••ked or slightlie armd and wanting skill To till the ground and keip their flocks more vsd How can their King preuent their following Ill When feare and Ignorance hath teull abusde In danger who wants skill hath curage lost One coward disconforts a mightie host.

The English King (his armie in array) Thus by him self and by his Trinshmen spak If I were not so weill assuirde too day Of victorie and of these Dastards wrak, An other forme of speache I wold essay, But Bruce that Fox now may not turne his bak▪ God doth him thus wit hin this feild inclose That we may giue what death we list impose.* 1.176

His brether by oure Princelie Syir was taine And Iustlie punishd were as they deserud * 1.177 And onlie but these two doth yet remaine By ws it rests they should alike be seru'd These Scotts which yet their small host doth containe Ar noght but Robbers poore and hunger sterud These ar not they that hath so oft before Fors'd oure bold English from the northern shore.* 1.178

In this long warr all these ar spent and lost, Noght but the dregs remains run is the wine Distroy them kill them scatter all their host, We sie them els to fearfull flight incline, This kingdome, fair and lairge from cost to cost Tak yow for eu're: Noght but the name is mine Dare one poore slaue gainst thousand Captans fight▪ No no oure shad shall put them all to flight.

Whill thus he spoke the Scots on kneis doun fall And prayd to Christ, whill as they did espy His Croce reard vp on hight before them all By him that ••••uld Sanct Androes Priorie S••e quod the King how they for mercie call Wheir at the English armie gius a cry But thus that Antient Graue and warlik knight Did answer him Sir Omphrauell that hight▪

Your maiestie indeid hath spokin trew They call for mercie to the Lord of grace But at your grace they do no pardon sew Nor will they flie this mightie host a space The more their wounds the more their strength renew To sie their blood their valor doth incrces But if your maiestie wold ouerthrow them Vse this devise for surlie best I know them,

Before them let your armie seim to flie And yow shall sie them brak their Battells strong None with his Captane will commanded be Thus quyte disordred shall they be er long Tush quod the King, I scorne they flight should sie When both oure force and valor is too strong Let these that feare them vse such craft or flie them We mind if they darr fight at all, to sie them.

Thus martching on the English armie goes, The Scots enflamd with furie hate and Ire Wold giue the Chairge, but their wise Lord that knoes Their haist doth Curb and brydill their Desire, Vntill the pits prepaired for his foes▪ They could not shune: and then he bloes the fire Of their feirce Curage, when his will was done: And both the armeis rush togither sone.

It was a wondrous straunge and dreadfull sight, To sie these squadrons meit vpon the plaine, How eurie soldior Captane Lord and knight, Straue endles praise and glorie to obtaine, The Scotts schrill trumpets thunders furth the fight, Their foes send furth heaune deafning sound againe, Both armeis seimd two woods their leaus that cast When Winter foorth his bitter breath doth blast.

Both sides approche their blooddie rage to glutt And terrible the coward seemes to be Hote furie flammes within and burnes without Blood heates their heart fire from their brests do flie Trew Curage and Desire had banishd Doubt Their hand and foote stroue with their thoght and Eie In gesture thus they were alreddie ioynd By thought their triumphes all were quikly ••oynd.

Earth shrinkes and aer was darkned with the dust Tumult ascendes whill thunder shaekes the ground Both armeis rudelie meet and brauelie iust Braue yet in show till terror beautie dround Swords sheeldes and helmes glistred like heaune almost Horror it self seemd first with pleasure cround Blood had not garde their armes, caskes keep their head No members cutt, nor murd••ed heapes lay dead.

But as in Autums first and fairest Prime The angrie wrath of heauins reuengefull King For hell bred sinns, furth of sterne Boreas clime Scharp shours of hail with blustring winds doth bring So heir the shours of arrous lairger tyme Darkins heauins face whill throw the air they sing A heaune new framd of yron cloudes they view Whoes pearsing beames the vitall blood furth drew

Ther stormes pourd doune who••s haell wer yrone stinges And funde no earth but couerd horse and men And eche a wakning wound or death furth bringes Heaune sends doune suddane harme no•• know they whē Chance seemis trew fate hape killith hopes disignes. But aim the archer spends no shaft in vane The brauest kills triumphing our his foe But he is kild of whome he doeth not kno.

Scotts worthie King that seis the harmefull wrong Done to his men by English archers kene Fiue hundreth horsmen sends freshe hardie strong Led by the euer famous K••i••h I wene Who goes about and at their baks ere long With stiff strong launces all in reast were sene Through all their ranks they brak with furious might And beats them to the earth with sad affright.* 1.179

Scotlands greate Merschall heir suche Valor shew As maks h••s glorie leiue in endles fame For more then seauintie tims he did renew Vnequall fight with Danger most extreame Greate Arandell in fight he did subdew And by his onlie valors lightining beame Foyld fiftie thousand warlik men of pride Whill scars fiue hundreth did with him abide.

Thus whill the fronts of both the armeis fight The greate Battalion of the English Host Fourth ouer the couered ditchis mairchith right, Wheit more then thrertie thousand horse almost, With groning Earth doth shak, and turns to flight, But such dreid Thunders earths wid bowells tost As tumbling in her brest, doth vaune a way To suellow them in darknes hid from day

Some break their necks legs arms their horse below Some smoird some crushd to Death with vthers weight Some horse and men with shairp st••oks persid throw The liueles truncks semis carued stone in sight This fearfull accident doth ouerflow Their fellous hearts with Horror Fear and Flight They stand: not mairtch amazd they look at lairge Till their bold foes gaue them a furious chairge.

Thronging throu tanks & ech wheir strous their way With Herror Terror Slaughter blood and Feare In harvest so reapers reap without delay A feild of Wheite of Oats of Rie or Beare And raizeth all the pleane nor maks no stay Till want of Corne mak them their task forbe•••••• And Ceres-locks cut doun in heaps dothly Such heaps the Scotts still kills and passeth by.

Their angrie King that led them this doth view And brauelie from his troups doth furth aduance And wheir his steid he turnd or sword he drew The kild fell doun, hurt fled his countenance From his fair eies dread Maiestie furth flew Manie fell doun struk with the lightning glance But better he whom he had kild before For these with teith and feit his curto tore

And their were killed by his Princelie hand Seuin valiant knights whoes names hath time forgo•• From rank to rank he martchd from band to band And whome he meits death sure must be his lot Stratherus old Erle their deid beneth his brand Whoes sone with sorrow prickd with furie hote Did ferslie him assaill but all in vaine Death made him soone forget his fathers paine* 1.180

Now I almost forgot the wondrous deids O•• these bold campions set on ather hand Of this greate King who after him furth speids When first he left his battel guarde and stand And still on death on blood and murder feids Marching from troup to troup from band to band Yea these thrie campions fearles bold and strong Cut furth thrie bloodie lains their foes among.* 1.181

So doth thrie mightie Cannons shot at once A front an armie standing all in gro The heaune with lightning earth with thunder grons Eche sirie bullet cuts the ranks in two Heir lyis the head and their the helmet shons A furlong thence the Bodie fells a foe Scheilds Arms and Legs heir monts and their doth mank And mak wid windoes deip in eurie rank.

And now the greate Battallion which they led Wheir yet remand thrice twentie thousand horse By their example all encuraged Rushd foreward on their foes with wondrous forse And in a moment all the plaine vas cled With corps whereon they tred without remorse Proud fortun seimd to froune vpone the Scot And victorie to croune the English lo••.

Now seimd the Scotts too waik against their foe Squadrons of barded horse still beats them doun And these thrie campiouns that before them goe Thrie Wonder-wirkers conquering a croun Greate Bruce espyis this Dangerwrak and woe With noble wrath Ielous of their renoune Wold with the strongest cop by fatall chance And to the Argentine doth furth aduance.

O who had sene that fight so bold and strong Their was the Scoo•••• that taugh•• the arte of warr These Masters were and had b••ine Loureat Long Nor Mars nor Pallas could the sight forbear Wondring on earth the mortalls all among To find such two as eune them selfs woldfear And think if these two onlie took in hand To conquer earth none could their force gainstand.* 1.182

These matchles Lords those warriors bold did weild Two heauie masts rather then lances strong Two horse of Spaine furth bear them trough the feild With force alike they meit amid the throng O sacred Muse some golden phraises ʒeild T'enritch my verse and guild my lais along Make of those lines a heaune reard throne renound Where lett this famous fight for aie be cround.

The fureous stroke made all the earth to quaik And Woods and montains echod bak the sound Yet could it not these valiant champions shak Nor beare them from their seat nor force a wound In fleinders flie ••heir spears their horses brak Their neks, and both the riders lay on ground Yet vp they they flie with swords they soone addres By death warrs dreadfull sound for to suppres.

Both sword•••• weill couch'd eche at his wa••d doth ly Their eies their handes their feit they wiselie guide Then ceasles stroakes thrustes foines and bloues they try They wardetrauerse reteir marchd leape a side Both giues and both receaues both falsefie Both shunes and both lyife garding wardes prouide Both oppin stand for death like despirat louers Which craft in th'one the others art discouers.

The Prince on futt was readie suift and light And could with stand the Argentins bold sute Who was on hors more skilfull in the fight But he more stong mote quik to execute Sir Gilles hade more art and cunning slight The King more painfull kein and resolute More fearce he was▪ his foe more could and slie And yet in arte both seemd a like to bee.

The Prince vpone the Argentine would enter Shuning his doun-right blow his strength to teame Then at his heart the Argentine doth ventre Which whill the Prince strikes by he doth reclame And paintes his brest too cuning was the painter For show of blood floues furth a bloodie streame Which so inflammed the King with curage fire Arte now reteird shame bringes reuenge and yre,

This knew the knight but would not seeme to know Whill as greate Bruce his brest to daunger laid Whereat the Argentine soone reacht a blow But left his syid quite naeked to inuade The worthe King first shunes his furious throw And then a wound both large and deip he made This his reuenge the prouerb old belied Heir cunning Arte and furious Raige agreid.

Whill thus they striue and double wound on wound Bold Edward matcht with Pembrocks Erle in fight Of whome fames sweit sh••ill trumpet shall resound From Jude to O••kades their praise their might Deseruing weill with Glorie to be cround And in all age to shine with glorious light Their woundrous strength their Curage ech did sh•• But nather side aduantage yet doth kno.

Now Englands King not one darres match at all Whome blood and death attends throu all the feild But woorthie Hay his curage did appaill No daunger maks him shrink or fear or yeild Alcides club with more strength did not fall Vpone that mightie Tirrant Brouseirs sheild Then on the helmett of this dreadfull King The Erle his feirce and furious bloes doth bring* 1.183

Eune their wheir goold and perll and pratious stone Vpon the Prince his curious helm was wroght He lightis and cleft the cask which brightlie shone And to his horses crest his head doune brought For paine th'inraged King sendes furth a grone Trembling for 〈◊〉〈◊〉 whill dreid reuenge he soght And on his helme he gius a blo so rood That from his noise and mouth Isht crimsone blood.

But to repay him when the warr-lik knight Hade lift his sword gone was the Prince in rage Still whe•• his furie ledd him through the fight No generall ought a combat for to waige But all this while in equall ballence right Both armeis stand conquest departes the staige But in the left winge with the Douglas bold Great Glocester a bloodie fight did hold.

This was the man that swear to Englands King To bring the Bruce capteiw in chaines and cordes The Douglas fand him aiming at the thing A band of knights with him thairto accords But furth to combat Douglas did him bring In spight of all these Sold'ors knights and Lords A squadron strong at his command had foght With them and both almost were broght to noght▪

These campions strong thus fought a Battell bold Troy neuer vieud the like in all her wrack Their Skill their Strength their valor to vnfold My slender M••ise darrs noght in hand to tak But sure I know the worthie Douglas wold Noght leaue the fight till his proud foe he mak To yeild his nek beneth his conquring bled And for his fault his guiltie blood he shed.

This done he marcheth throw the host at last Working new wonders still wheir euer he goes Close ranks he breaks and oppins as he past Before his face still fleis his fearfull foes He seis braue Randolph haisting conquest fast And craftie Omphrauell beat by his bloes Steward the great with Hartefurd striuing standes Whoe first should gett a kisse of conquests handes.

Long foght the knights but neither side wold yeild Equall their hope and equall was their feare Spears helms & swords were stroud through all the feild Heads arms and legs by headles bodeis were Some dieing look to heauin leans on their shield In deaths pane some blood from their wounds furth tear These ranks to marche reteir or chairge that minds Trods on the bodeis of their slauchtred freinds,

Their horses kild lay with their masters dead And he to death that did his foe persew Now in his bosome laid his heauie head The conqueror by him he ouerthrew Is prest to death and findeth no remeid O're all confusione tumult and terror flow Their nather silence was nor noyse perfite But sounds of Death paine pitie rage dispight,

The Glorious arms that lait did glistring show Now blood and dust and myi•• had dinid their beams Fear Herror Terror on swch hight doth grow That sullen pryde sunck doune no honor clames Her glorie stroud vpon the earth below O're all her beautie blood floues furth in streames Now Greif and Sorrow beats Delight fra thence And all doth look with wofull countenence.

Earths rairest King that all this while had fought With his fierce foe and geuin him many a wound Yet doubts who thence with conquest will be broght Such valor greate was in that knight renound At last to kill or die him self he thoght And with a strength far more then erst he found He thrustis againe and from his side furth tore A deadlie stream, a flood of blood and Gore.

Ah matchles Prince when thow hes knoune the man Whoes days by the must now be brought to end Thow shalbe like to burst for sorrow then No confort shall thy conquest to the lend He was thy srend thy deir companioun when In th' Englishe court thy youth thow hapt to spend No Fauor he at all to the did s••o But Vertuous minds lous Vertue in their foe.

The Argentiue that seis this bloodie sight Bathd in his louk-warme blood him self do••h stay Ire in his fanting hairt prolongs his might Feble his force for to renew the sray Furie Disdane and Raige mantaind the fight For strength was gone and Curage was away Lyfe leaues his toure and in the breache remaines, That death shou'd gaine so braue a hold disdaines.

Vnitting his spent pours a blow he lendes The Prince, that woundes his head and cuttes his cask With whoes la••t force and weyght doune he discendes Death winnes the breache, beginnes his endles task Furth from his lippes lifes aged Syre he sendes Then on his fa••e he spreds his doolfull mask 〈…〉〈…〉 his soulle fle••s throw the cloudie Air Whoes greate name som tyme all the Ei••t did fear.

In thrie set Battells thrice he did with stand The Sarasins and still with conquest cround And twice beneath his all victorious hand With chains of death their cheifest Lords he bund But now when endles sleip did him command No longer durst proud Fortun their be fund Wheir English fight but she and victorie Rankt with the Scotts, vpon ther enemeis flie.

The English Irckt and wiered then disrank All flie yea 〈◊〉〈◊〉 the boldest yeilds to flight Their Cullors throune away with thankles thank Threats Cryes and Plaints redoubles their Affright Their King still threats but still away they shrank For yet with him vnbrokin byds the fight Whole tuentie thousand horse with whom he wol•• Their Fight, or Die or, Conquer vncontrold.

But as the seas when tempests past and gone That ••old her tombling waus vnto the shoa••s Of lait past storms retanes some shoues anone And heir and their sume swelling Billow roars So thought faint feare triumph' do're these allone Some sponks of their spent Valor hope restors•• Wheiron sustaind their task they new beginn But wound on wound and death on death doth rin••▪

The Carriens of the Scottish camp arose And see their Masters still mantane the ••ray Both Lak••ys Carters Wemen Sla••••es and those That carage keept, came in their best array And disperatlie wold assaill their soes So al should winn oral should lose the day Long napkins white vnto their staues they bind These seru'd for Ensigns wauing in the wind,

Whill thus the English fighting loth to flie Eune suddandlie appears into their sight An armie freshe that seimd in arms to be With th'eir their siluer Ensigns wauing bright They haste their pace and with a shout they sie That these curagiouslie intend to fight Disconfeit quite they now resist no more But flees that wold haue fled long time before.

The Scotts persew them in a dispirat sort Some through the plains some to the montans flie Wheir eu'r their headles fear doth them transport A whirll wind seims to beare them haistelie Thousands the tumbling forth of lyfe cuts short And thousands mo in flight their foes our hy Base deaths they se••k but fleis the death which lend In Glorious fight a fare more Glorious end.

Notes

• * 1.1

  To wit Fraunce
• * 1.2

  The Scots arms a lion.
• * 1.3

  Other ways odomer de 〈◊〉〈◊〉 walenc e••il of pe••••bro••.
• * 1.4

  The randell was an of the six.
• * 1.5

  〈◊〉〈◊〉 with Ed∣ward King of Eugland.
• * 1.6

  The Lord of lo••••ne his armie was abowe fyve thousand.
• * 1.7

  The ••iu••nall motion of the sphers. Their natu∣rall motion is snaued lyikwayes beginning at the Moue.
• * 1.8

  〈…〉〈…〉
• * 1.9

  The Pro∣phets Praye.
• * 1.10

  Heir follous the constel ••ations about the Polls al∣looding to the Kings discendit of the Bruce.
• * 1.11

  Constellatiō Hercules holds a Lion bound in chayns ••llu¦ding to King Robert Bruce holding the Scots arms.
• * 1.12

  Constellatió Iason in the schip argus. Dauid Bruce that sailit to Frāce wheir he stayit nyne ʒeirs Induring the warrs against the Baleoll ayded by en¦gland but when here∣turnit he broght home peace allu-Constellatiō auriga draueth a cotch full of galēt youths Robert ste∣uart the 1 of whom the Kingis of that name discended Constellatiō Zepheus a Weiping for Andromada swane and a eagils one ether hand of him allu∣ding to Ro∣bart the 3.
• * 1.13

  Constella∣tions Perseus re∣leiues the vergin An∣dromadoe luding Imee the first who institute the colledge of iustice.
• * 1.14

  Medusas hend constel∣latione chirō the centaur with a lance holds a wolf by the nek alooding to lames the 2. a Zelous re∣former of finne and wyce.
• * 1.15

  Heir the Pro¦phet taks occasion to Intreat a li∣tel of the be¦gining of the hammiltoūs
• * 1.16

  Sir Iames hamiltoun that marcie King Iames the 2. his doghter.
• * 1.17

  K. Iames, 〈◊〉〈◊〉
• * 1.18

  King Iames the 4. send hammilton Erll of Arran with ane Ar∣mje with the Danish King whom he reastablist in hjs kingdō and after re∣turned to his contrey with great glorie.
• * 1.19

  The Erll of Arran pro∣tector of Scot¦lād in Queēe Mar••is mi 〈◊〉〈◊〉 whō the King of Frāce maid duge of cha•• 〈◊〉〈◊〉.
• * 1.20

  Constellaiō A Serpent in ether hand of Serpenta∣tius alloding to Iames the 3. Reuld by 〈◊〉〈◊〉 & the dasie who 〈◊〉〈◊〉 ••er∣pents poiso∣ned the land with vice the caus of his fall.
• * 1.21

  Constella∣tione Indue ane archer marching to fight on fut Iames the 〈◊〉〈◊〉 who fligh∣ting on fut was sleane in flouden ••eild.
• * 1.22

  Constella∣tione Bootes is a mā strōg and pouerful Iames the 5. Constella∣tione Cassio∣pea is a quein set∣ting in a chy••e quein marie doua∣ger of Frāce. Berinicis cri¦nis or cel∣••••es-cald the ga••land of hear.
• * 1.23

  Const••••la∣tione the north and south crow∣nes on either syde of Po∣lop•• i••ax be∣fore him an alter Alla∣ding to Ia∣mes the 6. who ioyud the North and south crounes of Britans.
• * 1.24

  The north and south crou••s Coro∣na Borealis Gorona au∣strali••
• * 1.25

  Godes won∣derfull loue showin to him in his so many and notabile de∣lyveries frō treson.
• * 1.26

  Sol monarch of ye north and Prince of Poets.
• * 1.27

  His eloquēce sompaird to 1 Queene.
• * 1.28

  His Book to the Prince.
• * 1.29

  His wark cald the Bat∣tall of lepa••∣to.
• * 1.30

  His book against Ma∣gik.
• * 1.31

  His ansu•••• no that book sett furth in the nam of Bellasmin▪
• * 1.32

  The discrip∣tion of Stir∣ling the birth place of Prince Henrie.
• * 1.33

  Constellatiō
• * 1.34

  Antinous a must ••••••ar & beutifull ʒouth a loo∣ding to Prince Hendre.
• * 1.35

  constellatiō
• * 1.36

  Or on Merching in arms 〈◊〉〈◊〉 a river and a heir vnder his foot a alouding to charlis Prince of waills a∣cording to the prophe∣seis.
• * 1.37

  Hee as gen∣nerall 〈◊〉〈◊〉 his father.
• * 1.38

  The v••ar•••• following ar translated out o•• the Propheseis▪
• * 1.39

  〈…〉〈…〉 with the Propheseis.
• * 1.40

  Hiedra alluding to the greate Turk.
• * 1.41

  Corona australis
• * 1.42

  Corona Borealis
• * 1.43

  Cru••.
• * 1.44

  Hercules ••welf labo∣ris.
• * 1.45

  A digression discriuing the Riuer ••o.
• * 1.46

  Propheceis.
• * 1.47

  Glaide 〈◊〉〈◊〉.
• * 1.48

  He deit on performd this vow what for he send his heart to the holie groue.
• * 1.49

  This 〈◊〉〈◊〉 Thomas Ry∣mour ane old Prophet who died a∣bunt Sir months 〈…〉〈…〉
• * 1.50

  King Robert hade a base soone that was erll of Ros of whō is discrended the tuo fa∣mous fami∣lies of clak mannan and erthe both surnemid 〈◊〉〈◊〉
• * 1.51

  Theis war his fr••nds.
• * 1.52

  Theis englishmen whom they folowit was keipers of the castell of breithwick in arran.
• * 1.53

  A stryffe betuix the passions of the mynd and resson••,
• * 1.54

  〈…〉〈…〉
• * 1.55

  ••o it fell furth sone after.
• * 1.56

  A pitifull ••eild told the doug••••e by a gentl••ma•• of dou glaifdail cald kenedie.
• * 1.57

  This captane his name was 〈◊〉〈◊〉
• * 1.58

  This ould gentilman was callit dictione and is now cald simintone of yat ilk and duelleth as yit kard by the castell of douglas and hes his liuing of that hous for the same.
• * 1.59

  They war one a place cald the bred libank ouer against the church from the which they come & ioind with the English as they come out of the Church.
• * 1.60

  It was euer efter called the douglas Ladner.
• * 1.61

  This capten heght thirs∣uall wha kipt the castell of douglas
• * 1.62

  The race of ye douglas is from Sir Ie∣mis to yis our tym
• * 1.63

  Sir Iamis Douglas lord Dou∣glas.
• * 1.64

  He tri∣umphd seauintie seu'n tymes ouer his ennemies.
• * 1.65

  He buir his Princes heart to the holie graine.
• * 1.66

  He was thir∣teene tyms victor ouer the saracens.
• * 1.67

  He died in Spaine fol∣louing the victorie too rashlie, being inclosed be his ene∣mies. Anno 2330.
• * 1.68

  The p••••sies ••ls of North¦umberland.
• * 1.69

  Williā Lord of lidsdail sone too Sir Iames of whom is dis∣cended the hous of 〈◊〉〈◊〉.
• * 1.70

  Archibald brother to fi•• Iames Lord of Douglas was regent of Scotland he faught hali∣done hil and being too fordward was slaine Anno 1333.
• * 1.71

  Iohn Lord of dakeit of whom the hous of Mor¦toun is dis∣cended, Whoes mo∣ther was one English ladie called Feres.
• * 1.72

  With first Erle of Dou∣glas,
• * 1.73

  His bre•••••• was,
• * 1.74

  Archibald Lord of gal∣lavay his son was Lord of midsdeall he mariet the Kings doch∣ter, whome the King of France sewed for in mariage of him is discē∣ded the hous of drumlen∣reik.
• * 1.75

  Iames erlle of Douglas sone to will∣iam first erle he dismonted the persie be∣fotr neu ca∣stell and wan Otterburne being thrice strokin throu the bodie wheir he de••ld Anno. 1388.
• * 1.76

  His brother was.
• * 1.77

  Called ar∣chibald grim he van Cin∣tone Battell the Persie and the erlle of march Anno 1403. his sone was called archi∣bald Tynman Was valiant but most on∣fortunat who was slaine at the battell of wernell in France Anno 1422. he was d••ck of Turin Lord of lon∣guell and martiall of France his one.
• * 1.78

  Archibald er••e of wig∣toune duck of Turyn and Lord of lon∣guvyll his sone will: duck of Tu∣rijn & Lord of longuvyll he was beha∣ded in the castell of edinburgh 1445 to him succeided his vncle grose Iames erle of abercorne.
• * 1.79

  Williame duck of tu∣ryn Lord of longuvyle he maid his tua brother erlls of mor∣ray and er∣mound and the thrid Lord of bal∣vene anno 1452.
• * 1.80

  Iames se∣cound sone to thros Ia∣mes with his thrie brother of murray of mond and Bonenie a roise a gains the King and was pacified with tyt defi∣cultie.
• * 1.81

  George first erlle of an∣gous was sleane at shrosburrie ending the persie ageans the King of England Anno 1403. George secound e••lle of angous of his base sone called Geor∣ge the hous of bound∣ward is cum. Archi bald erlle of an∣gus his sones and freinds var al sleane at flouden he vent hom him self be∣ing reprehen¦ded for god counsell.
• * 1.82

  Sir williame his secound sone leard of glenberuie his •• sone leard of kil∣spindie willi∣ame his bas sone Lord of Torthorall Archi bald sone to Geor∣ge mester of angus he mar••ed the quine of Scottland sister to King Hendrie the 8 of England and begat margaret countas of Lenox mo∣ther to Hen¦drie dooke of Albanie father to King Ieames the 6.
• * 1.83

  The fore∣said archi∣bald that Mareed the ••••ine he w•••• 〈◊〉〈◊〉 he died in Tamtallon Anno 1557.
• * 1.84

  His secound brother Lea••d of pit∣tindreich his 3. brother pi••ot of con∣dinghame Dauid sone to the Leard of Pittindrich succeided his uncle archi∣bald erle of of angus 1558.
• * 1.85

  Archibald soue to Da∣uid Erle an∣gus died with out is hue 158. Williame the 3 from Sir Williame first Leard of glēberuie succeided Erle of angus he died Anno 1591.
• * 1.86

  Williame his sone erle of angus died in pareis Ann•• 1611. He hes writtin then cronicklie of that name to which I haue refered most pairte of their acti∣ouns.
• * 1.87

  Williame now Erle of angus.
• * 1.88

  The dissent of Erle•• of mortoune.
• * 1.89

  Iohn Lord of dakeith Sir Iames Douglas his yongest bro∣ther he had tna sones the ouldest was Lord of da∣keith & the second leard. of Iochle••in.
• * 1.90

  The discent of the lairdes of loghleuin. The first laird of logh levin.
• * 1.91

  He was with arichbald grim at in∣toune battel Wheer hea∣uing vin the enemies stan∣dard from the hand of Sir Thomas Kolbuth was the cheif of the victorie. The second laird of logh levin who going with the Erle of buchan to france defen∣ded the pas∣sage of a brig there with thrie handreth a∣gains the dooke of cl•• ••ens his ar∣mie whom he maid re∣teir & inper∣seung force∣ie was kild.
• * 1.92

  The thri•• leard of loghleuin,
• * 1.93

  The foeth leard of loghleuin.
• * 1.94

  The fift laird of loghleuin.
• * 1.95

  The saixt laird of logh¦leuin 〈◊〉〈◊〉 The seuinth leard who was alwaies with King Ia∣mes the 3 a∣gainst the hums & the habrons, his good seruice was often ti∣mes of grit walue to his Prince.
• * 1.96

  The 8 Laerd of loghleuin who bein v∣pon he King his left-hand at flouden & ane vther v∣pon the right hand was boith sleane with their Prince, their being 45 of their enemies fond kild a••bout theame The 9 laird of loghleuin.
• * 1.97

  His wife a•• moist virteus wisse & beu∣tifull Ladie.
• * 1.98

  His fiue doughters so admirable in all the giftes of nature as not onlie thē selfs but their of spring at the ornamēts of their seexe.
• * 1.99

  •••• he tent pa∣ri•••••• at sea be tempest of vather.
• * 1.100

  Williame now Erle of mortune.
• * 1.101

  Sc••tts only wer the ouer throuwers of them selfis deuiditt in thrie factions the brooce the baliol, and the cum∣ming, both the last took pairt with England against the Bruce.
• * 1.102

  Sir Odomer de wallance was crll of Pembrok.
• * 1.103

  〈…〉〈…〉
• * 1.104

  To witt the Douglas,
• * 1.105

  A mo o••ine in the Armie for the Kings diseas which shous their loue to him worthie to be notteth.
• * 1.106

  This Frensh∣man was Thomas of Longouell.
• * 1.107

  To wit Edward.
• * 1.108

  Cree a water or ••euer in galway.
• * 1.109

  This was the generall of the En∣glish arm∣mie calid 〈◊〉〈◊〉 ingrem ••m∣phranell.
• * 1.110

  Butteil Ca∣stell a strong hoild in gal∣loway.
• * 1.111

  This capten ••eght wob∣••ount.
• * 1.112

  This wob∣toun was in∣ioynd by his miseres to keip thee venterous Castell of Douglas an ʒeir befoir she wauld fauour him which in Inn••k tione was found in a letter got∣tin on him when he was slea••e.
• * 1.113

  The Lord stewart of buhkill ri∣s••th agenst the douglace.
• * 1.114

  A crewell fight,
• * 1.115

  Randolph was his sister sone.
• * 1.116

  The Lord of lorn was sone to the ••rll of Ar∣gill.
• * 1.117

  The name of the Gascon was 〈…〉〈…〉 bald.
• * 1.118

  A pitiful fight.
• * 1.119

  Queene 〈◊〉〈◊〉 garet that was canno∣neidse the chast wryie vpon the wall of the chappell Gordevous 〈◊〉〈◊〉 François. with ane mā ••limming vp ••llledder 〈◊〉〈◊〉 ••ne wall which is meint by France that was the caus of the wi¦ning of the Castell.
• * 1.120

  The capta∣ne hight Guilliame ••erms whe∣reby it ap∣peirs he was a 〈◊〉〈◊〉 man.
• * 1.121

  The erlls of orknay and caithnes.
• * 1.122

  The erlls of sother land and ros.
• * 1.123

  The frasers Grants and Glenhatten.
• * 1.124

  Erlle of mo∣ray.
• * 1.125

  Erlle of mar
• * 1.126

  Erlle of Atholl.
• * 1.127

  Erle marchel his first for∣bier at the ••attell of ar broth slew camus Prince of dains for which he gat gryt sandes and was ma¦de Marchell of Scotland.
• * 1.128

  Lord Ogill∣uy.
• * 1.129

  Lord of brich me.
• * 1.130

  Erlle of montrois.
• * 1.131

  Erll of Craf∣foord.
• * 1.132

  The discrip∣tione of the carrs of gourie.
• * 1.133

  Erlle of ar∣rall his first foibeit a•••• us bat••ell of with his two sones.
• * 1.134

  And yoks in their hāds stayed the Scotts from flight and obtainned the victorie for ••he which they gott the care of gourie & was made constab•••• 〈◊〉〈◊〉 Scotland.
• * 1.135

  Erlle of ro∣thes and the Lord lindsay with others.
• * 1.136

  Lord setone erlle of wen∣con.
• * 1.137

  Lord liuing∣ston erlle of lithquhow.
• * 1.138

  Lord el∣phingston.
• * 1.139

  Lord drum∣mond erlle of perth and Males then erlle of stra∣chern Lord murray of Tullibern erlle of ball∣••uhidder.
• * 1.140

  Lord Ste∣w••rd then of Bonk••ll.
• * 1.141

  Lord Mar∣quis of hun∣tle.
• * 1.142

  This sir Al∣lexander Gordone sought the feild of keil∣••line agains the Erle of Atholl who took pairt with Englād which Erll the said sir Allexander slea with his oune hand for the which he gatt the lands of Strathbogie.
• * 1.143

  George Lord Gordon Erle of enzye.
• * 1.144

  The Lord of Lorne was sone to this Erll of Ar∣gill.
• * 1.145

  A short dis∣cription of the Iyrish Scots.
• * 1.146

  Ties war the barrons of his neame as the leard of Londy Glen∣urche Cadel and others.
• * 1.147

  The grit ste∣uert of Scot∣land.
• * 1.148

  Waills.
• * 1.149

  Cornuell.
• * 1.150

  England.
• * 1.151

  The mers & manie of all the deals bor¦ders and much of the Wastland.
• * 1.152

  Ireland.
• * 1.153

  Charls the 〈◊〉〈◊〉 gra••e the ••••lands to his sone Philip King of spane long efter this tyme.
• * 1.154

  The Cnntrie of Gascon.
• * 1.155

  Poictue.
• * 1.156

  Britangʒie.
• * 1.157

  Sanct Molois ha••••n a gri••e strēgth is guearded by Masteus.
• * 1.158

  Normandie.
• * 1.159

  Boloigne wheir their is and old strong Tour built by Cesar to be sein at this day.
• * 1.160

  P••cardie.
• * 1.161

  At Amiens two vther riuers dis¦charges their Burdens in the soum.
• * 1.162

  Henolt.
• * 1.163

  Brab••nt
• * 1.164

  Flanders.
• * 1.165

  Gent thoght to be the lair¦gest toun in Europ, wheir cha••ll▪ the 5 tha•• famous Emperor was borne.
• * 1.166

  Zeland is 〈◊〉〈◊〉 Islands wit∣hin the sea which the sea s••m tym ouerfloued as appeirs by sindrie good arguments.
• * 1.167

  Holland.
• * 1.168

  My •• Author saies ane hōderi••h but al the cronick∣les agre on fiue hōdr••th
• * 1.169

  The, Scotts hou•• bool∣ded in hand war••, whe∣rein Bruce▪ Portrat and the Scotts Arms was set.
• * 1.170

  Sir Giles of argen••ine & Sir Odomer de vallange rode on ea∣ther hand of the King.
• * 1.171

  Randolph.
• * 1.172

  the Valient Douglas
• * 1.173

  the Erl of er∣ol▪
• * 1.174

  The Bruce his oratione. Multitood maks novie••torie.
• * 1.175

  The Scots wer all cho∣fin Gentil∣men no com∣mons amōgst theme.
• * 1.176

  King edward his ••ratione.
• * 1.177

  King Ro∣bert and Eduard his brother.
• * 1.178

  King Ro∣bert head 2. brether•• taken preso∣••ers who ware both slaine.
• * 1.179

  This was the Lord Mer∣shall & ••eght Robert Keith.
• * 1.180

  The Erll of Stratherne and his sone both kild by the King of England.
• * 1.181

  These two 〈◊〉〈◊〉 Sir 〈◊〉〈◊〉 of ar¦gentine and sir adomer de vallange.
• * 1.182

  A gallant fight betuex the Bruce & the argen∣tine.
• * 1.183

  Hay Erll of 〈◊〉〈◊〉 consta∣bill of Scot∣land.