THE FAMOUS HISTORY OF the Renowned and Valiant Prince ROBERT surnamed the BRUCE King of SCOTLAND c&. & of Sundry Other valiant knights both Scots and English.  
Enlarged with an addition of the Scottish Kings lineally descended from him to Charles now Prince, together with a note of the beginnings of the most part of the ancient and famous Nobility of Scotland.  
A History both pleasant and profitable set forth and done in heroik verse by PATRICK GORDON Gentleman.  
At Dort Printed by George Waters. 1615.   

At Adenburgh the twenty thrie day of december 1613.  
This book seen and alloved and therefore may be published and put to the press.  
Sanctandrous.  
DIEV. ET. MON DROIT  
HONI ✚ SOIT ✚ QVI MALFATO ✚ Y ✚ PENSE.   royal blazon or coat of arms  

THeit is sundry Errors askepd both in the Orthographe and want of single letters. But inspetiall their is two faults to my knowledge in the vears the first in the 2. cap. the 5. Line of the last vears to wit.  
Reed showers of blood in sundry pearts had been  
The 2. is in the third cap the 3. verse and the 2. line to wit.  
Wheir was the wonted Loyalty now gone  
This with sundry uther salts as but, where it is teaine for without, (and uther Scots words which I have rather choosed to pass, than loise a sound running line) I doubt not but the reader will excuse in respect that this book was Printed in one uther country wheir the setters did not understand the Language.   

To the most Honourable and most Accomplished Earls, William earl of Angus, and William Earl of Morton.  
RIght honourable & noble Lords presuming on the accustomed mildness and affabelitie for the which your L. L. have not been a little famous, It hath emboldened me to lay the barren field of my Vnfructfull brain before the powerful Sune, of your Perfections, whoes beams may Illuminat the dark sheddowes, Disperses the gros Vapores, and ripe the enrypened Ears, that so you may receive the increase of this my second Harvest, neither deserveth such a rare & excellent Fruer. any les than such a fair and comfortable Summer, being the glorious actiones of that Illustrus and generus Bruce, which having bred in so sweet and ferteill a soil, hath made me ambitiously greeddie therewith to enrich my barréns field, hoping that my insuffitiencie (if once supported by the unremovable pillars of your Virtues) shall be able to resist the stormy Tempests of wind-blasting sycophants, and beat back the swerms of Poisone, sucking Wasps, so that the Seed preserved by your means only, shall yield all aeges the tymlie Harvest of your L. L. Eternal glory, I being bound by such admirable worth & undeserved courtessie for ever to Rest.  
Your L. L. most affectioned and humble servand Patrick Gordon.   

The preface or rather an advertisement to the Reader before he read this Poem of some spetiail points to be observed in the whole work with the use of some parts seeming Fabolus therein.  
FEaring to be taxed of ambitious arragance for daring to middle with so rare a work I am only armed with the natural duty which I owe to my country the vant of good will in the more excellent Spreits but above all the never enough praised verteus of that most admirable Prince Robert Bruce ambitiously desiring to immitat him, whose unquensable love & burning zeal towards his Country was such, as he being a Prince Roialy descended delicately brought up, beloved and honoured of all men, of larlge and great reveneves both in England and scotland: so that it was thought he had more contentment of mind and more blisings-heaped on him by heavens then any living in his days: Yet such was his love to the liberty of his country, as forseaking his reveneves, leaving his wife & cheldrens, abandoning all his royel delicacies, pleasures, and delights, he betook himself to arms wherein when fortune had crossed him so far as it is seed he lost thertin Battles before he won one, so that heavens seemed to threattin wengence for the wilful refusal of these former blising and first was he crossed with misfortune in war, the lose of his brotherens, his wife and daughter being taken presoners, at which time his brotherens was cruallie execute his friends become all his enameiss and being persueit both of scots and English was forsd in great misery and powertie the speace of thrie year to keip the mountains where herbs was his dentiest meaits and water his strongest wine not withstanding that he might still have been restored to all his former digniteis and much more, if he could have suffered to behold his countries misery, as they saw his, but such was his meachles love to them although they hatted him that still he lamented their cause more than his owin, & in his many sorrowful discourses would always repeat these wersses following.  
Ni me Scotorum Libertas prisca moveret  
Non mala tot paterer orbis ob Imperium  
Robertus Brusius.  
These verses written and subscribed with his owin hand in his Manual book which he always careed about with him was extent within thes feew years, but to set down all his works and fortitude of mind ware to tedious, seeing you shall find many of them in the history following and although the old printid book besides the owtworne barbarous speiches was so evil composed that I could bring it to no good method till my loving friend Donald farchersone (a worthy gentle man whoes name I am not ashamed to express for that he was a restless suitor to me to taik this work in hand) brought me a book of virgin parchment which he had found amongst the rest of his books is was old & torn almost inlegeable in many places vaunting leaves yet had it the beginning and hade bein set down by a monk in the abbey of melroes called Piter fenton in the year of god (one thousand th●ie hundredth sixty nine, which was a year before the death of King David Bruce, it was in old rhyme like to Chaucer but vaunting in many parts and in special from the field of Bannochburne fourth It wanted all the rest almost, so that it could not be gotten to the pres, yet such as I could reid thereof hade many remarkable taillis worthy to be noted, and all so probable agreeing with the truth of the history as I have foloved it alsweil as the other theris only two parts seeming sabolous the first is the Balliol's Visioune which as it is of small consequence & doth no evil, 
The balio his vision not unnecessare for the History,  so doth it check and forbid a base mind to aspire showing that a mighty & generous spirit only aught to be ambitious the second is the history of the kings which after I had fully accomplisd with the rest of the book, fearing it should be too tedius for the reader I have taken it out & in the place thereof insert thoes princes descended of the Bruce neither would I be offenceive for the adding of these fragments for I know that sum curious heads will allege I wrong the union but far be it from me to think, 
The History of the King's preceding th● Bruce cheanged for thoes succeeding after him. This History not offen siue to any  much les to do any thing that may offend his Royal majesty or seem to hinder so blessed a pace of the which it seemeth that the heavins has called him to be the happy instrument, my intensione is only to eternize his predecessors & his own glory being bound both by natural love and duty to employ my whole Endeavours theirto: neither do I their in wrong the English but rather to my power exstolle their valour and with more ●mildnes modify that which our writers most sharply have wretin Thereby to extinguish (if it be posibill) the evil opinion that hath bein so long ingreftid in the hearts of many by reading of thoes old historeiss hoping yat this my work may haply make thois that tretith of the same matter to be forgotin by time being only desirous to steir up every manes mind to the following of glorious actions: with that most praise worthy and admirable wonder of mankind that heaven ordeaned Sidnie who sayeth that the hearing of the Martial feats of arms betwixt the Perfie and the Douglas stierd up his spierit to the search of glorious actionis: and as for the Kings discendit of the Bruce, 
Sir Philip Sidnie his saying.  comparing them with the constellations I have foloved Bartas who cheangeth not only these portraits names, from names of Gentiles given them by old Philosophers to names of holy men in the Scripture, 
Why the Kings descended of the Bruce are Compared to the constellations.  but also concludeth with a liberty to any christian to name them after sum good christian princes and yet that I should not seem without reason to aluede to these princes more than to any other I have sundry good arguments moving me theirto. First then I say if thoes portraits must neids be designed by their names, without the which Astronomers can not proceeded in the course of Astronomy, 
Resones why they at so compared.  it is les fault that they be named after such christian princes as have leived in the light of the Gospel, acknowligeing the creator of all things Trinity in unity, then after these Gentiles to whom god did not reveil himself and from whom the mystery of Saluatioune was hid; secoundlie the height of their royal station, the blessedness of their calling the excellency of their actions yea and cuin their weary form seemeth too have a correspondence with them Simpathesing them so neirlie, as they seemed to be the very same Whom the eternal Majesty hath meant by these portraits thirdly their is but the portraits of elevin men and one woman and the twelve man some Astrologsans afermith to be an the schipe Argus this agreeable with the number of the Kings discendit from the Bruce, for counting him the first and prince Charles the last their is lust twelve and one woman Queen Marie: As for any other poetic flowers I have presumed on Aristotill his opinioune, who saith that how true soever the history be, it ought not to be form in Poesi● without invention, wharin that excellent and wise Philosopher hath said must true for with invention the Poet must bew●isie his work of invention he frammeth the curious winding knots of his Guarding of invention he composeth his colours: of invention buddeth his diversity of odoriferous flouris, as the only ornaments of his whole framm, of invention he forgeth links to make as it were a chain of his work, theirby making every part to depend and hang upon uther, and so winding the reader in his labyrinth delighteth the mind without pain, which utherwaises should be a vallaie full of ditches wheer the traveller should be forceed to leap from on bank to an uther heaveing no bridges to go over at his pleasiur & those are the things whereof thou courtous reader should be advertest; wishing the always to read my work to an end before thou take offence & the if neither the willingness to pleas nor onwillingnes to displeas can satisfy let my first fault be forginen for Ignorance sake and I never shall intend a second, So shall I ever rest.  
Thy silent Friend P. G.   

To the Author.  

THy sugared wearses, and thy sacred song  
Shall make thy neame (O Gordon) glorius  
Thou makes ●orgottin Bruce obscured so long  
Revieud to ryise again victorious  
Thou crownis him with a laurel in thy story  
Thou greaces him, and he augments thy Glory.   

Thy greave heroik Muse disdanis to treat  
Of bass●and servile love, or fond afectione  
But of a Kingdom, and a countries staet  
Of natures chiefest worth, and her perfectione  
Of Fortunes Champione, whom the world renounis  
For conquering Kingdoms, cities, touris, and tounis.   

Those are the first fruets of thy rair engine  
The brave beginning of a virtous mind  
Presaging plainly what thou'lt prove in fine  
Whose lamp skarsse fird doth many lights outshine  
Long may thou lief whose lins brave Bruce adorn  
And let Bruce Ghost be glaid that thou was borne.   
A. Gordone.   

In prais of the prais worthy Author.  

WIse Virgil wreat Aeneades long to prais  
Anchisis sone whom he did not behold  
Octavian lykd his heigh and lofty phrais  
And gave the Mantuan money myone gold  
The prais of Bruce (no question) thou proclamee  
To pleas and prais the faiths defender james.   

If Maro's figments leive in fresh request  
Which he of sticks Cocytus' Serber penned  
Of Charon hell Elysium and the rest  
Thy story true shall with the world take end  
And to thy prais I darbe bold to say  
No lins profane can leive a longer day.    

To his dear friend the restorer of the famous Bruce his story.  

Unto this age while thou of new restoirs  
The ruined story of this famus King  
Thy noble spirit: in emulation gloirs  
Eu'ne in his praise thy proper worth to sing  
For like as he did re-erect his crown  
By Longeshankd Edward's subtlety brought down   

Right so (thy song) from dark oblivions grave  
Hath now restoird the glory of his name  
Engraving it upon this column brave  
Which thou has sacred to eternal fame  
And placed heir till time begone to shine  
As monument of his heigh worth, and thine.   
Io. Wrrey   

To the Author.  
IF Allexander wished, (yet sighed ') to see,  
That famous tomb, where fierce Achilles lay  
Thou worthy chiftain, ever blessed quoth he,  
Had Homer's pen, thy praises to display,  
And if Aeneas' danger, night and day  
And long some labours, both by sea and land,  
Are recompensed, and more: and he for ay,  
Famosed, be Maro's martial pen do stand.  
Make Allexander judge, fame shall avow  
Bruce hath his guerdon of a Gordon now.  
M. Th. Michael.   

The first Book of THE FAMOUS HISTORY OF THE Excellent & most valiant Prince ROBERT Surnamed the BRUCE King of SCOTLAND corrected and enlarged by Patrick Gordon Gentleman.  

The Argument.  
THe Douglas hears his Country's shame her fall  
And back returns from France with woeful Heart  
Viewing herw●es her ruin wrak and all  
He much laments her lose in every part,  
When 〈◊〉 a Knight from dumps doth him recall  
With whom he fights with valour strength and art  
When each of life despairs and death attends  
They ●ther know, the fight in friendship ends.  
Caput. 1.  

OF Martial deeds of dreadful wars I sing  
Of Potentates, fierce Knights, & Champions bold  
Who to maintain, o'er threw a valiant King  
Most brave achievements well performed of old  
What flaming swords, blood, terror, death can bring  
Love, time, and fortunes wheel that still is rolled.  
My urigine Muse doth labour to bring forth  
Crowned with the golden stars which grace the North   

Those Heroese old whose glory seems obscure,  
Of which in Fame's steel tables nought remains,  
I offer on your sacred shrines most pure,  
whose strength labours weighty sway sustains,  
Those ancients worth in you doth live secure,  
which once may be the subject of my pains,  
wherewith my lays adorned shall fly a long  
And make the earth enamoured of my song.   

Why heavens powered out such a deluge of woes  
which to the world my weeping muse doth sing,  
And how those sad tumultuous broils arose,  
O who can tell since heavens eternal King  
After his will earth's Empires doth dispoese,  
And fatal periods to all Rengs doth bring,  
Who shakes the earth asunder in his wrath,  
And melts the heavens with his consuming breath   

But o what wast involved those days in wars?  
Was't not that age by force governing all?  
Which now is reuld by art, or was't the stars?  
From whose conjunctions these mishaps might fall,  
Or was't hellbred envy that all things mars?  
Forcing themselves destruction forth to call  
No no it seems eternal heavens decree,  
That sins own weight, by sine ouer'throwne should be   

But soft my homebred muse sore not too high  
Lest thou or'epas what erst thou didst intend,  
Send passion hence, be modest fly envy,  
With power divine bring this great work to end  
Thou eu'erie verse, each line, each word, must try  
In my frail breast thy sacred fury send,  
That who so reads these lines for those respects,  
May praise thy deeds, and pardon my defectts   

In that fair Land where floweth all delight  
That heaven on earth whose paradisian plains  
Had drawn the Douglas far from Father's sight  
Where he both arts and eloquence obtains  
He staid till dreidful war with thundering might, 
To wit France   
Sounds forth his countries ruin, woes & pains  
Then fortune, fate, revenge & glories spoil  
Invites him home unto his native soil.   

And once arriving hereehe might behold,  
The murnfull monuments of death & fear,  
It seemed that heaven & fortune had controlled  
The Fates, & Jove by hoaried Styx did swear,  
Those days in vengeance books should be enrolled  
Those worthless times, all worthy time should tear  
From memory, as monuments of shame,  
The blotts of age and only stains of Fame.   

As one within a Garden fair in may  
Seis flora decked in bewtis' bravest pride  
Sweet smelling Roses fragrant, fresh & gay,  
Pinks, Violets, and thousand flowers beside  
That paradise there only seems to stay.  
Yet Pisces coolling once fair Phoebus' side,  
That fruitful place by frost & hails disgraced,  
So seemed this pleasant land now quite defaced.   

For lo a stranger nation doth he sie  
Inh●bit all the country round about,  
And all his native country men did she,  
Yielding to fear fate, fortune, chance & doubt  
Waste ruined walls, tours, touns & hamlets be  
The meids and pleasant valleys in and out,  
Untilled ' like deserts void and quite forsaken.  
Abandoned of their own of strangers taken   

And where he goes the ground did seem to mourn  
Planing for lose of her deir natural Brood  
The floods their sweetest murmuring streams did turn  
From fair clear crystal drops to crimson blood  
From forests home the whistling winds Retoorne  
Dwlce sounds of sorrows Melancholic Mood  
Thus in his Ears, Earth, water, winds, and Tieis,  
Sad Music make of sadder, Tragedeis.   

To see so fair a kingdom desolate  
And snche a mighty Nation thus forlorn  
His Friends all lost himself disconsolate  
Tears, sighs, and grons made speiche Long time forborn  
At last, those Doolfull words thus Intricat  
With sorrows deip his woeful heart has torn  
Ah was I borne and must I leive to see  
The Sun to shine on this Thy Infamy?   

Ah now Poor Country woeful is thy fall  
But ah moire woeful is thy wretched State  
Thy Bliss to Bail the heavens to soon did call  
But far too swift now comes thy helpless fate  
For ●re undone and no remedy at all.  
Ah no remedy, said I? yea though too late.  
Can heavens thy crown of glory from thy brow  
So soon tear of so famous still till now?   

Where was true valour found if not in thee?  
In thee was virtue ne'er by time outworn  
The source of Love the Nurse of Unity  
Where Faith and truth were bred brought forth & borne  
Wits habitation Fortunes' Constancy,  
But now all these even these are quite forlorn.  
And in a doleful den thy Genius lies  
Howling for Blood & vengeance to the Skies.   

Hence cursed time more would the knight have said  
But he beheld a warrior at hand,  
His furniture and Armour sanguine red,  
A bunch of feathers, on his Crest did stand.  
Him would this fierce, sad, angry Eatle invade.  
And in the other like desire he found,  
Each other with tempestuous fury greet,  
So in the aer the bolting thunder meet.   

Loath was each sp●ar to word his enemy,  
Their wrathful master's message while they go  
All shivered, morning through the aer they fly,  
Complaining of unkindly discord so,  
While that the Champions chafed with anger be  
For each disdains, a match in arms to know,  
Each takes the other for an English Knight,  
And seeks revenge with force, hate, rage, despite   

e'en as two aged strong and sturdy Oaks  
Against a thundering tempest firmly stand,  
Or as two ragged Clifs of mighty Rocks  
Bear of the wafting surges from the land.  
So each abides the others ponderous strokes,  
These only two, true valour did command.  
Yea who so e'er had sien that warlike fight,  
Fear would have bred, both terror and delight.   

By thrusts and foins their blows seconded be,  
Each waits occasion, each advantage spying.  
Each on the other hath a watchful Eye,  
Each shuns the fents, for open wards still prying,  
Where pla●s were iyond, and buckles tied they sie,  
yet either's foresight, others flight denying.  
Still fretting in themselves, with rage and ire,  
That neither could, their conquest wished aspire.   

Sometime their Swords, forth from their helm & shield  
Send fiery sparkles, spangling all the Air.  
Even so the Meteors fight lightning yield,  
Beneath the Northern Pole, that do prepare,  
To clear the starry firmamental field.  
With cold extreme, pure, subtle, sherp, and raire.  
That else would geall, the cloustred clouds aloft,  
And make a bad confusion strange and oft.   

As fast as hail, in sharp and Iscie balls,  
Upon the tiled horses doth alight,  
So thick, so fast each speedy blow down falls,  
batring their helms, and shields with furious might,  
They fight, wish each others funerals:  
Four hours it was, since they began the fight  
Some little wonds, had each of others won,  
yet 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 unknown, wes lustiest,  
His Courage, and his strength, did still repair  
For as, a loitering Slave, in Lazy 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 stranger Knight, did ferslie fly,  
Against his Foe, with Unresisted Might,  
And though indeed, he, some what Stronger be  
His Breath, enduring, Longer, yet in fight,  
The Douglas, did that want with art supply  
For, holding forth, his Suord, and Shield, outright,  
He gevards himself, and bears, the others, Blo's,  
Now, Out now in, now heir, now their, he goes,   

Both breathless now, both forced a while to stay,  
Botth lean upon their swords a while to rest:  
The vnknow'ne knight, thus to himself did say,  
Ah, foolish man with madness thus possessed,  
Thy labour's great, great pains, great works, to day.  
With sorrows new, new woes, new cares increased,  
Heated by heavin by faits, Long Coorst, ere borne,  
Proud Fortune holds, Thy heighe attempts in scorn   

Thy foil, thy shame, and thy disgrace received,  
Not only thou, but all the world doth know  
Fond man, of non but of thyself deceived,  
What valour canst thou boast, what strength can show  
O thou, even thou, who once a kingdom craved  
Ah folly great, ●h great presumption, lo,  
Ah shame, thate're thou shouldst be sien or known,  
Vanquished by one, ou'rcom, and overthrown.   

But so the Fates, and so, the heavin provides  
That thou, thy strength, and weakness, might perceive  
To Errors gross, Thy foolish Mind, Thee guides  
Which to abait, what doth Remain, to Crave  
Lost is thy Crown, lost be thy friends, besides  
Chaisd from thy kingdom, hunted, like a Slave.  
And savadge-like, thou liv'st on herbs, and Root's  
In Deserts wild, those of thy paniss, at fruits.   

Then, fertile Scotland, fair, Adieu, for Ay  
Good was my will, and great, was my Desire  
On thy blacks Hemisphere to bring the day  
And to Restore, Thy Friedome, Crown, empire  
But to my fond Attempts, the heavins said nay  
while thou'rt counsumd, by jov' wraith, hot as feire  
Now, woe is Me, (for my own wois, I say not)  
Bot O Thee fain, I would remeid, and may not,   

The Douglas, also, was perplexed so  
For still himself, Condems himself, of folly  
Art thou returned from France, (quoth he) to sho  
Thou vowed thy Sirs revenge, A vow most holy  
This mighty Task when thou should undergo  
Thy first Attemp, Thy sh●me returneth sollie  
Why then, fond man if thou be oue●rthrowne  
Yield not, but Die: and keip, thy vow on-knowne.   

And if the heavins' decree, Thy Overthrow  
And that thy vow must still be unperfected,  
yet who the Victor is, fain would I know,  
If but a private man, than I dispit it,  
But if his praise, Fame, every where doth blow  
Then on my grave, these lines shallbe ind tit,  
Though chance, and fortune made him lose the filled,  
He merits praise, whose courage scorns to yield.   

Where are my Predecessors deeds of old,  
Which like a wal● impregnable did stand,  
And did like Pillars, firm, & strong uphold,  
The w●ale, the peace, & safety of the land?  
Though none of those I boast, yet am I bold  
The worthy name of Scot, for ●o demand,  
Whereof so many Worthies still proceeds,  
As makes their Country famous by their deeds.   

Yea and this present Age, augments our Fame,  
With warrlik knights, that all the world admires,  
As matchless Wallace, and the valiant Grhame,  
The worthy Bruce, most glorious that appears,  
If one of those it were, less were my shame,  
My credit more, and more my fortune clears.  
Therefore to clear this doubt he thought it be●t  
His speech should thus be, to the knight addressed.   

Stout, hardy, valiant man at arms quoth he,  
Before our combar end, I pray thee show,  
Whom I ou'rcom, or who ou'rcommeth me,  
Since none of us, the quarrel yet doth know,  
No quoth the other, Sir, that may not be,  
For that you made the challenge first, and so,  
As challenger, your cause must first be known,  
The Douglas answered that shall soon be shown   

Unless I ere, you are an English knight,  
I am a Scot, and in defence will stand  
Of Scots free liberty, and ancient Right,  
So long as I can bear a sword in hand,  
It may be so, quoth he, but in my sight  
You are too weak alone for to withstand,  
So great a task, craves more than one I fear,  
Against great Edward, if you mind to war.   

Quod, Douglas, though I be alone yousie  
I were enough, for to Revenge, Our harms,  
If I had Edward heir, as I have Thee,  
All though the Matchless Bruce, with Conquering Arms,  
Has thousands more, whoes valours, worth, shall fly,  
For dread Revenge, with Trumpets, Loud, alarms  
Through all the Regions, of the English soill,  
And havok make, with Rewin, blood, and spoill.   

Yet know an other Quarrel, for Our fight,  
And my just Caus, which lust revenge requires:  
My Sire, that sometime, Erel, of Douglas hight,  
In Edward's prisson, spent, his Aged, years  
And their he died, 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, quoth he, stay thy revenge, for schame,  
I am thy friend, no foe, nor English ay,  
I am that Lukles Bruce, whose hapless Name,  
Thou does so much Exalt, and magnify  
Whose froward Fortune, fate, and far-knowne fame,  
Is turned disgrace, to all eternity,  
At these sad words, the Douglas stood, and gazed  
Blushing, astonished, speichles, and amazed:   

At last he falls, before the warlike Prince,  
And says, my gracious Soveragne thou may  
Pardon, my hasty fault, my Rude offence,  
Or, my, Death-worthie Crime, with death Repay,  
That Durst offend Thy worth, thy excellence  
Ah cursed Time, Ah black, and dismal, Day,  
No no sweit friend, quoth he, Thy peace enjoy,  
Long may Thou live, in spite of fates annoy,   

And thus, when he had R aisd him from the Ground,  
He in his Arms, him Lovingly, embraced  
Whoes Love and Favour: always, did abound,  
And always did Endure, while life did left,  
Now both their horse, again, at last they found  
And both, theme self, at last, from thence addressed,  
Both, vows, their countries wo's for to Revenge,  
Both, to Indur, cahe others, fortunes, strange.   

Together than they rid● a plate throughout,  
Till in a forest fair, themselves they found,  
While night with sable curtains, Round about,  
Breathes darkness out, or'shaddowing all the land,  
Upon her lowering brows sat fear and dobt:  
And round about, in horror trembling stand,  
The dusky clouds, that threats a second flood,  
Such Seas there swelling clusters doth includ.    

Cap. 2.  
The Argument.  
THe Douglass courteslye Requirs the King  
For to unfold the cause of all his Grief  
Whereby he takes Occasions for to bring  
To outward view the ground of this mischief  
He schews the worthless Bate'●ls hapless Reign  
That heaped new woes on woes without relief  
Brave barwick, Lost Scots fall at odds and yield,  
Losing Their freedom, in a bloody field.  

Those matchless champions throw the forest go●  
At last alight, & then themselves addressed,  
Till cheirful days bright golden lamp should  
within a arbour fair, to take their rest. (shone,  
But as ambitious minds, are never alone,  
Till they have honour, glory, Fame possessed,  
So they no rest at all, cold here attain,  
Such high confusion in their breasts remain.   

At last, the Douglas thus began, brave Prince,  
And my most gracious Soverainge quoth he,  
Long may thou live in Nature's excellence,  
Iou's love, Fates favour, fortune's constancy,  
Thy worth exalted, by heavens influence,  
And thy brave self, long have I wsht to sie,  
God grant thy shining son with golden Rays,  
Our darkest nights may change to brightest days.   

Let not my bold presumption thee offend  
If I require to know the woeful birth,  
Of sorrows which thy countenance forth send,  
For lo swift Fame, did sound thy praise, thy worth  
In France, while careless, I on court attend,  
Which clears my clouds of care, with lamps of mirth,  
And did my sad, unsettled, Thoughts, destroy  
Thy sweit report, so filled, my Ears, with joy   

Than I returned in hope of blessed relief,  
Which I foresaw, thy worth would soon afford,  
And thou, even thou, would ease thy contreis' grief,  
Whose glory great, must be by the restored,  
Senc to Revenge our blood, woe, wreck, mischief  
By lustest Heavens, thou only art implored,  
Do then brave Prince, what heaven for thee ordains  
Thy Knight I am, in war, peace, joy, or pains.   

The gallant Bruce, sat long time much amazed,  
Loath to unfold his strange misfortunes, rare,  
In wrath he stared, he looked, about he gazed,  
He sighed, he ground, as One, Into despair  
His rolling Eyes, at last, from Earth, he Ras'ed  
And Cleird with heavenly smylls, the clouds, of cair  
while as the Douglas, long did him, behold  
This sad, and woeful, Tragedy, he told.   

Sad may if seem and sorrowful, to Thee  
Thois woeful news Thou does Requeir ' to hear  
but much more cair, and grief, it breids, to Me  
Who must not only hear and lend my ear,  
But must relate even what my eyes did siee,  
Yea what myself did act, yet I'll forbear  
Those fond complaints, and make a true narration,  
What most offends me, and afflicts my Nation.   

And to unfold this tragic story so  
To know the motive, first it doth require  
And every truest circumstance to sho,  
Whereof is much that will delight the ear,  
Than to th'intentall may mor clearly know  
The ground of this, so fierce & crwel war,  
Our various speech let us devert and view,  
The dreidfull, horreid horrors, that ensue   

Thrie Alexander's, thrice waere Scotland's, King  
The first, for valiant deids, surnamed, the fierce  
Was Malcolm, Canmoirs, soon, the second, Rings  
Was after, good, king Will'iame, did, deceas  
Who is brave, undaunted, Deids, made fame, to sing  
The Lion-king, as histories Rehearse  
The third that did Our, Crown, and sceptre wear  
Henre, the third, of England's, dogther, fair.   

In marriage took which haple he devynd  
Should then conclude, A full, and final Peace  
That both these Ancient kingdoms, thus Combined  
Those great and Mighty Nations, might Embrace  
A friendly League, and Concordance, in mind  
An happy Time to their ensuing race,  
By ending all the wars, the broils, the steir's,  
That had remained, full, thrice five hindereth yeirs.   

But heavens decreed it, should not so Remain  
For the appointed Time, was not foretold  
Man's subtle plots, and wits are, all in vain  
In vain their ways, in vain this work, they would,  
In vain they go about, for to obtain  
What jove as secret to himself did hold,  
In vain was all these fond devices thought,  
Since heaujn decred, that all should turn to nought.   

For lo betwixt burnt Illium and Kingorne,  
King Alexander died by fall of horse,  
When thirtiefoure years of, his Reign was worn,  
He no succesion had, and which was worse,  
Blood-thristie-warr by wings, of vengeance borne,  
Did tear Our kingdom's bouwells but remorse,  
Waikining by oft Diminishing, at Length,  
The veins, the Nerv's the sin us, of our strength,   

Six years the land governed was in Peace,  
By Regent's fix, at last some broils arose,  
Whereby so strange governament did cease  
Such bloody factions, did themselves oppose,  
Who from that boundage would the land release,  
And of annot her King would make a chose,  
For well they knew what trains they should embark  
To set this headstrong Nations once awarke   

A council then of all, they call to choose  
The nearest of the Royal blood for king,  
The Balliol there his right did well peruse,  
From the first female his descent to spring,  
And from the first borne Male, I not refuse  
My lineal and just descent to bring  
Thus plead we both, nor can we once accord,  
No peace our haughty stomaches could afford.   

And thus our hate grew greater day by day,  
Both thirsting for a Princely Diadem,  
Nor cold the meanest thought of wise delay,  
Pre●ons our woe, our wrack, our countries shame,  
On 〈◊〉, on wrack, on ruin and decay,  
Ambition can not look, nor think, nor dream,  
But for the crown, while we're a spyring thus  
We robbed of what should make it Glorious,   

For with us two, two mighty armies rose,  
To win the crown or lose ourself and all,  
Scotland's great Primate did himself oppose  
Betwixt us then a treat of peace to call,  
Who did so much, at last we made a choice,  
Thus to accord and to agreement fall,  
To judge our right by England's mighty King,  
Who should decern, which of us both should reign.   

Wherefore in haste to England's King we send,  
Requesting him to take the cause in hand,  
Who then prepared his conquest to defend,  
In fertile France, with many warlike band,  
And their his large Dominions to extend  
By force of arms, and by his valiant hand,  
Yet for to put our Kingdom to a rest,  
He turned, and bake to York himself addressed.   

Of learned men he twentifour there brought,  
Whose grave advise in this great work he used,  
But lo my proud competeitor bethought  
Him thus, If I and my just right were choosed  
Than were he all undone, and therefore sought  
By some lewd mean to get me quite refused,  
At last resolved to buy a Diadem  
With fowl dishonour, and eternal shame.   

Wherefore he dealt in secret with the King,  
If him he would prefer the Crown to wear,  
By charter, Seal, by Oath and every thing,  
He bound himself of him the Crown to bear,  
And for the same his homage to resign,  
To whose base mind, at first he gave no Ear  
The most part of the Lawyers parted thence  
All judging me just heir and Righteous Prince.   

But counsel caused this mighty King to ere,  
Counsel of these that by dissension live  
Still urging him the Bailiol to prefert,  
That for his guerdon would a Kingdom give,  
But he that knew my right far worthier  
Even from my foes proud offer did derive  
His argument, and unto me presents  
The Crown, if I fulfilled the same contents.   

Which offer base I plainly did refuse,  
Wherefore King Edward in his wrathful Ire,  
With Balliol decreits, and did abuse  
My right, installing him whose blind desire  
Led him for honour, Infamy to choose  
And for a crown to slave a free Empire,  
For lo in him two contraries agree,  
Base Avarice, and Prodigality.   

Thus he returned with pomp and Majesty  
Whom all the Lords and Princes of Estate  
Conveyed to Skoene with royal dignity,  
Where stood the Ancient Marble cheir of late,  
There was he crowned with Kingly Royalty,  
In Robs whose worth were longsum to repeat,  
Embroidered all with stones, with pearl, with gold,  
Gorgeous to wear, and glorious to behold.   

But little knew the Princes of the Land,  
That he to England's King should homage pay,  
The crown that sixtien hundredth years did stand,  
'Gainst endless war and cruel Arms Essay,  
Nor Romans, Danes, nor Saxons cold command,  
Unconquered still, nor conquered would obey,  
Was now betrayed by him whose hapless name  
Became his countries scorn and Kingdom's shame.   

But when report had shown the hapless loss,  
The commons 'gan to murmur here & there,  
Against the Nobles, vowing that their choice  
Should be with arms, their freedom to repaiere,  
And all the Princes of Estate by those  
Were schandalizd with shame, reproach & fear,  
Thus civil descord brought a fearful fall  
On King, on country, Kingdom, crown 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 all with wit and valour should have wrought  
Thus Raise a fearful strange and new debaite  
That hardest A damantine hearts would move  
But for Their sin so heavens decreed above   

Of these ensuing sorrows now the King  
For seiss forthinks and Meditats and Moins  
A Thousand griefs did in his bosom spring  
Assailing all his woeful heart at on's  
One day he would be secret forth to bring  
The woeful birth of tears of sighs and grons  
Throune on his bed with Raging Discontents  
At la●t he thus burst forth in heighe complaints   

Ah hapless wretch Cursed be the Fatal hour.  
Wherein I did Obtain a Diadem  
By false conceit by strong enticing Power  
Not cairing for Disgrace for loss for shame  
While avarice and ambition did devour  
truth, Knowledge, wit, discretion praise and fame,  
Ah Avarice, enchanter of the wise,  
The blind devouror of fair honour's prize.   

O bloody stars why did you thus agree,  
To make a bad conjunction at my birth?  
Why did you all power down mischief from high?  
To make vile me, the abject of the earth,  
What shall all times and ages say of me?  
To buy a crown, that sold a Kingdoms worth,  
The revenues I sold to buy the Name,  
Exchanging honour for eternal shame.   

What woe or grief but time can make it old,  
Yet Infamy time never can suppress,  
The meaner sort their faults will pass untold,  
But faults of Kings by Fame do still increase,  
Such spots are in my leprous soul enrolled,  
As still accuse me of my guiltiness,  
And while my wronged people me do view,  
Me thinks their eyes to death do me pursue,   

In midst of this his sorrowful complaint,  
His eyes grew heavy drowned with floods of tears,  
His tongue, his throt no more their found forth-sent  
Thus slummerd he full fraght with griefs & fears  
At last this fearful vision did present  
A dreadful founding noise that pierced his ears,  
He thought he saw before him all at once,  
Were ninety Kings, and two on golden thrones.   

Each bore a close rich covered glorious Crown,  
In form like an Imperial Diadem,  
With ribs of gold o'rthwart above & down,  
All round about each bowing like a beam,  
In the fore front were made of jacinths brown  
Fair letters, showing every Prince his Name,  
Beneath their feet an iron throne was made,  
Whereon of lead au Open crown was laid.   

He thought they set him on the iron Throne,  
And crowned him with that leaden crown in scorn,  
Whereon was written this Inscription,  
This non but bastard Balliol hath borne,  
Then said the first and gravest all alone  
Whose aged hairs had many years outworn  
Thou wretched caitiff most accursed of all  
Thy place is great but, greater far thy fall.   

This Diadem Pointing his Ow'ne by Me  
Erected was with honour strength and Might  
And from my Aged loins discendit be  
By Just descent thes ninety two in sight  
Each bure this Crown with Royal dignity  
Adding as much by Conquiest to there Right  
Defending It 'gainst Romans saxons Deigns  
For witness famous victories Remains.   

But uncompelled un sought or on requierd  
By words by war by Conquest or by gane  
Thou Randert up what we aloft had Reared  
And what we keipt with travel cair and Pane  
The threatening trumpet that all nations feared  
Which worlds of Armeis' newer could obtain  
Yet this thou could not do without consent  
Of all the Thrie Estates of parliament.   

But for thy fault, thy shame, thy loss, thy wrong,  
This just and heavy judgement shall correct thee,  
The Kingdom shallbe reft from thee e'er long  
And thy own subjects shamefully reject thee,  
In blinded darkness woes shallbe thy song,  
For want of day, yet no man shall affect thee,  
And to all ages thy Infamous name,  
shallbe a proverb of eternal shame.   

For lo Thou shall be called in littill space  
Thy countries ruin and thy Nation's woe  
Much harmless Blood shall pay for thy disgrace  
Theas yet onborne thy Doom shall feill and know  
A mighty Nation shall thy land Deface  
Beneath whois havie yok She grons, but lo  
She Viperlike brings forth unnatural Brood  
That most shall waste her, word her, drink her Blood.   

At last her tears her Cries her sad Complaint  
Shall Pierce the heavins and jove to Mercy move  
Who pitis sinners when they first repent  
And looking meekly downward from above  
Shall Raise Them up that shall her wrak prevent  
Whose manly Valours shall her woes Remove  
And bring to end the war Thou wrought with shame  
But ne'er an end to Thy Infamous Name.   

Therefore this leaden crown, base, worthless, poor,  
Thou hast as one unworthy to put on,  
The crown which I the famous Fergus boor  
And all these warlike Princes One, by one,  
And while this mighty Nation shall endure,  
Having a Prince to sit upon my Throne,  
Thou of a Prince's name shalt be refused  
Because my crown vn-conqu'erd thou abused.   

At these last words he waked with sudden fear,  
But nothing saw while in his brain was tossed,  
These woeful warnings buzzing in his ear,  
That threatened was by great King Fergus ghost,  
Which burden great his soul could scarcely bear  
Till moving, fieling, speech and all was lost,  
His vital powers hernd in with thousand cares,  
At last burst forth in these or like despairs.   

O Sad and wearied Soul quoth he depairt  
And leave the loathed Lodge thou dost posse  
Stop up my breath within my loathed heart  
My life make les if shame may not be les  
Hev'ne from above thy vengeance at me Daiert  
Heel from below thy Torment still Increase  
Devouring Earth my damned body smother  
Heav'ne, Earth and hell destroy me altogether.   

Thus swallowed up of mankind most abhorred  
If any should Inquire for worthless Me  
Say that some ravening monster me Devoired  
And let my Name, O? fame forgotten be  
Let all my day's t'obliu'on be Restoired  
Lest thou O time theirwith dishonour thee  
Thus Rolled in clouds of smook let it be said  
That such a One was ne'er framed nor made,   

Thus while he lay half dead for grief and woe  
A herald came from England's mighty king  
And straitle charged him hastily to go  
To york and all his princes their to bring  
And homage dew for Scotland's kingdom sho:  
Which brought the Nobill's secret murmuring  
To light at last, and thus they work with all  
To make him sie his Error, shame and fall.   

Saltons' great Lord that Abirnethie hicht  
he had uniustle wronged (A huinows thing)  
Wherefore from him in all his Prince's sight  
He did Apeall unto the English king:  
This heigh disgrace he took in great despite  
For in Contempt with all it did him bring  
At last he casts about to right the wrongs  
That to his Endless Infamy belongs.   

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-un-conquerd land  
But too too late Repentance Comes in End  
Thus shallow with deip judgement doth with stand  
So children use for to repent their Error  
When notched Remains but Punishment and Terror   

The mighty English rise in dreadful arms,  
Still threatening Blood, wreck, ruin, vengeance, sorrow  
Performing still their vow's with griefs & harms  
That from their fiery wraths new woes did borrow,  
Fair Fortune towks their Drums with loud alarm's,  
And waits on bloody Mars, from day to morrow,  
Whose dreadful Trumpet blows a deadly blast,  
And rowls our day in doulful night at last.   

First Barwick ta'en was by a subtle train  
Wherein seven thousand men of Arms were lost,  
Women and children pitiles were slain,  
None left alive of Scotish blood cold boast,  
Now at Dunbar four Princes did remain,  
That had conveind of Scots a mighty host,  
But h●te of Balliol such dissension brings,  
In his despite they love their foes design's.   

Which caused a strange unlooktfor long decay  
For English Edward Marcheing there in haist  
Encountered them Impatient of Delay  
Amongst themselves in woeful factions placed  
Now Edward Caused me in his camp to stay  
For to my love were most of them addressed  
So when the arms, joining did abid  
twelve thousand turned upon the English syd.   

This was full sore against my will God knows  
Nor was I ever privy to this treasson  
My Deids on Edward's side was but in shows  
Nor could I disobey him in that Season  
On no les pain than huntington to lose  
But ah these foolish Scots had no such Reason  
Who by their new discord struck blind with wrath  
Would make me cloak unto their brokin faith.   

For they unworthy of the Scottish name  
Against their Cuntreis' friedome Rudlie stand  
Onworthie also of their Elders fame  
That 'gainst themselves dares lift their conquering hand  
When foreign force could not their stomaches tame  
themselves against themselves opposed they found  
The Sun the father, father kills the sone  
Each kills his friend and help's his foe to win:   

Such things were wrought by heaunes fierce destanye  
Because the land with sin did overflow  
Eune as a stately ship with sails on high  
If justly poised with balance fears no blow  
Of winds, but if o'er charged with weight she be  
Her speed is staiyed impaird her glorious show  
Then angry Neptune's foemeing surges beat-her  
And with decay the thundering tempests threat her   

Ev'ne so while as in Scotland did remain  
The sword of justice fear of god above  
The love of virtue hate of vice profane  
And while the sptituall state the truth did love  
We sailed in seas of peace and did obtain  
Wealth, honour, all which lands most blisd do prove  
But once borne down with pride, lust blindness error  
Our calms of peace heaunes tempests shook with terror   

For mighty God that sits upon the throne  
Of justice grace and mercy from that height  
Did view our sins in burning rage anon  
His countenance with fiery flames grew bright  
That heaunes did quaek for fear and Angels moon  
For men poor men at that astonieing sight  
Days glorious lamp, nights Queen, heavens tapers stayed  
Wrapped up in clouds at his dread looks afraid.   

Within his wattrie palace Neptun quaekes  
The roating streams were quiet whist and still  
His azurd crown from crisped looks he taekes  
His monsters all the lower Regions fill  
His forked sceptre then for fear he breaks  
And to obey his lord and makers will  
He myldlie falls before his mercy's throne  
Whoes glory made the heaunes with lightnings shone   

The solid earth did quake with trembling fear  
And downward seemed to change her wont room  
Such grevous weight and burden did she bear  
Of hynous sin, whose punishment to come  
She did foresee as when throw subtel aer  
Dame Thetis foul with Alabastre Down  
Fleis down with woeful plaints and mutufull cries  
Before a dreadful tempest doth arise,   

The hellish fiends that scattered were abroad  
Through all the earth and for mischief still sought  
Reann headlongs down unto their grisly god  
And was through these infernal kingdoms brought  
Where Proserpin with Pluto grim abode  
Whoes rusty sceptres were of iron wrought  
On thrones they sat 'bout which fierce fiends did roar  
Two heavy crowns of burning brace they bore.   

Prodigious signs and wonders than were seen  
Which did presage what after might befall  
From the cold North did in our climate shine  
A bright and blazing Comet and with all  
Reid showers of blood in sundry had been  
The last the latest warning of our fall  
Yet dreadful signs and fearful wonders sent  
Sin made not less but judgement did augment.    

The Argument.  
Grief having some what interrupt the Prince  
He shows at last his cause of discontent  
And follows forth with every tragic chance  
Wheir with proud Fortune erst did him present  
The witty Count comforteth him and thence  
Desires him go where Fergus ghost him sent  
Whereon they both conclude and with a dream  
Sleep drowns discourse at last in silence stream,  
Cap. 3.  

O Subject sad o sad unsolid Muse  
In Cypress wreathd in murning black attire  
blot comfort out and in your lays refuse  
All mirth yea in your woeful task desire  
Sad tragic tuns the which while you peruse  
In nights dark Inn's her dreadful cave retite  
Tears serve for ink and if you aim at mirth  
O sighs let all be smothered in their birth,   

But wailing Muse Ay me why do you sho  
To outward view the only stain of Time?  
Why in rememb'raunce of such horredwo  
Do you not weep to wash your woeful Rhyme?  
O thry's Infamous! Tim's Inglorious! O  
That this their shame had ended with their Crime,  
But hev'n and Time, fate, Fortune, chance and all  
Had with themselves decreed themselves to fall   

Where was the Conquering Arm's the valiant heart's.  
Where was wont Loyltie now gone  
When for their faith their valour their deserts  
Our Elders mounted up to honours Throne  
When Rudely They Opposed their Arm's and Arts  
In Belgia fair, against this foe alone,  
Such prais they won beneath those tempered Clim's  
Asdruball makes them famous to Eternal Tim's.   

Indeed such praise and Glory great they won  
As these whoes grevous wrong's they came to right  
Ingratelie and Vnnat'rallie began  
T'Invy their greatness and to fear their might  
How soon their Suord freed them of fo's even then  
Of them they make a, Massacre by night  
And as a sad Remembr'aunce of this Acti'on  
Scots only gwards their king for satisfaction.   

O had you fought your contreies' honour still,  
As those for honour from theier country came.  
Your golden praise had gilded my rusty quill,  
And with perfumes, had fired my sacred flames,  
But now my woeful song kind Eyes may fiil  
With teats, and hearts with sorrow for the same,  
For had the Scots true to themselves rem aind,  
Longshanks had not so great a glory gained.   

But O why am I thus with passion led?  
For pardon courteous Reader must I sue,  
Earth's bravest Prince we left within a shade,  
Who having made a period, did renew  
His woeful history and thus he said,  
Now doth our endless tragedy ensue.  
The Scots we left still fight at Dunbar,  
themselves against themselves: O curel war!   

The rest of woeful Scoots that did remain,  
perceiving this new loss and sudden change,  
They fainted, yet they fought for to obtain  
That honour which their fellows did infringe,  
Each one thus by his second self was slain,  
While as the English smils at such revenge,  
And thus whem nought but death to Scots ensue  
They yield to Fortune, not to Valour true.   

Now only English Edward was Renowned  
all yields to him and to his fortunes Rare  
He with our Ancient Diadem was Crowned  
To him the Princes of the land Repair  
while Baleoll in seas of sorrows Drowned  
By english Scots was brought in black despair  
Before great Edward when he did deny  
All title, Right and soveraguitie,   

Thus Edward made a conquest of our crown  
And homage did Require of all the land  
Which sundry Lords and Princes of Renown  
Refused nor would they yield to his demand  
And while the wrathful heavins looked mildly dous  
They for a space would fly his vengeful hand  
Wheirfore two hundredth yeowths he with him le●  
These were the first borne son'● of those that fled,   

Th'imperial Treassour hence he did convoy  
With all the jewels of our Diadem  
Our ancient monuement's he did destroy  
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 cheer our oldest Monument  
He reft away wheiron these lyns were penned   

Ni fallat fatum Scoti, quacunque Locatum  
Invenient lapidem, Regnare tenentur Ibidem.   

If fatal des●eines be true the scots shall find this stone  
And wheirsoew'r They find the same their they shall Regne allow▪   

King Edward thus of all our wealth possessed  
And all wheir to we did good Right pretend  
To cur●e town a garesone addressed  
And to each Strength his captains did he send  
And english lords did in the land invest  
Of those that to his Sceptre would not bend  
Thus long we leued in care in woe and sorrow  
that always did augment from day to morrow,   

In this time lewd a worthy valiant knight  
Most fortune at who Wallas heght to name  
Wallas by wit, by valour, fate and might  
Who Scotland thrice from Bondage did Recleame  
His coadherent in that cause of right  
Was that brave Mare of men the val'aunt grham●  
Both fortunate and famous both wheirby  
though dead They Live to all Eternity.   

Scotland the fourth time was in thraldom brought  
After good Wallas had releved it thrice  
When him betrayed by that accursed thought  
Of false Monteith the English did surprise  
even cursed manteith by heauins for vengeance wrought  
By fortune, fate and cruel, Desteneis  
His Nations shame lyns blot and Cuntreis' scorn  
By furies brought from hell or he was borne.   

Whoes lawless act, whoeiss lewd and haetfull name  
Polluts my virgin un-polluted ryms  
Yet these so called As faultless I reclaim  
thought I unfold his ne'er concealed cryms  
Let them not grieve at me nor at his shame  
If they leive spotless to Eternal tims  
I blame the Man but not the line discendit  
The deide but not the name is reprehendit   

Poor Scotland thus in all calametie  
While Bondage like one Earth-quaik Rents the state  
Asunder quite, and still our Infamy  
Incressing by the Means of private hate  
Oure selves amongst, oure selfs divided be  
Which makes this uncouth strange and new debate  
Comfussion thus cast down from heavins above  
Doth still Increase and can not yet remove.   

Much I lamented this my countries woe  
And oft desired to remedy the same  
Till fortune, heavens and fate at last did sho  
A mean to blaze abroad my secret flame  
To make the variows wondering world to know  
My great desire my countries will to frame  
Yet fortunes frowns on mydesigne sattendid  
And hevi'ne was with my rash attempts offend●●   

The cumin ever Infamous for that crime  
Of me a secret Parle did require  
And thus he said now fortune fits the Time  
wh●irin thy right may to the crown aspyr  
The variws mine l● beneath this variws climb  
Do now more steadfastly themselves Retire  
Wissing their cursed allegaince now were broke  
Yet groan they still beneath the English yoke   

What glory great the warlike Scots have won,  
From age, to age, all time can witness bear,  
Scots only keeps a free unconquered crown,  
Scots only gave the mighty Romans war,  
At whom begged peace the Romans of renown?  
Was't not the valiant Corbred they did fear?  
Who but the Scots the valiant Pichts' subdued,  
And warlike Danes whose force seven times reneud?   

But we, even we degenerate and bare,  
Do challenge yet from them our blood, our being  
Thomas prostitute to infamy and care,  
Ourselves even with ourselves still disagreeing,  
For courage, fear, for worth & wit despair,  
To vice inclining still, from virtue flying,  
Thus have we made ourselves a woeful pray  
Unto our Foe (ne'er siene before this day)   

Where is become our Elders vallerous hearts?  
Their deeds, their virtue, and their conquering sword,  
Their dignities, their office, place & parts,  
Their victories with Monuments decoird,  
Their ancient Arms won by their brave deserts?  
Can these no good, no strength, no wit afford?  
No no I sie we faint, we fear, we fall,  
From honour, Greatness Liberty and all.   

Yet that we may at their deserts but aim,  
As those who should inherit them by right,  
Rise thou in Arms, thy right for to reclaim,  
Myself, my power, my strength and all my might,  
Shall follow thee my race and all my name,  
Shall with Victorious Arms maintane the fight,  
Give me thy land, but when the Crown is thine  
Or for thy right thereof Receive thou mine.   

Soon to these sugared words I did accord  
And then betwixt us two a band was made  
That when I to the Crown should be restored  
Assisted theirto by the Cumins Aid  
The Cumin then of Carrik should be Lord  
This don we both Reioisd and both seimd glad  
But lo, the Cumin traitrouslie repented  
Ew'n to his endless Infamy lamented.   

To England's mighty King the band he send  
Declairing how that I him would betray  
Who gravely did advise their with in end  
I soon was chairged to court without delay  
At me the King required if that I kend  
That band and seal yet did I not dismay  
But framed my countenance more bold and stout  
Offe'ring on morrow next to cleir the doubt   

My Patrimony for a pledge I left  
And after to my Innis reteird Anon  
Our Hemisphere of day was then bereft  
while night spread fourth her sabel wings alone  
Such fearful darkness o'er the Earth she wefed  
As seimd to say in friendschip now begun  
Thus secretly alone I took my flight  
Helped by Jove and by the friendly night.   

Five Times had Hesper Titan warned away  
Five times again did Lucifer Apeir  
Wiveing the glorious standard of the Day  
On tops of Touring clouds reid, whit and ●ei●  
And chenged their sabel hue to silver grey  
When fire Ste●ds the golden carr drew near  
while sullen night in towny suits addressed  
Did schrink abak and shrewd her in the west.   

When as I then Arrived like Fortunes' knight  
Within the confins of our kingdom old  
Then presently appeared unto my sight  
Two valiant knights stout, hardy, fierce and bold  
The one where of my brother Edward hight  
The ut her fleiming unto those I told  
Cumins deceat and how by heavens revenger  
I had escaiped so imminent a danger.   

Thus tallked we and thus along we pass  
Till by good hap a messenger we met  
Who after street Inquerie did confess  
He was upon a secret Message set  
To England's King for Cumins business  
Whose letters did require the King to let  
Me soon by death from my revolting Mind  
Else Scots to me should shorthie be inclined.   

Wheir Cumin was we urged him to declair  
Within the Cloister of Drumfreice quoth h●  
Thither with restless speid we did repair  
And in the Church he seimd devotiuslie  
To kneile, for as he sat, we killed him their  
The which I fear his caused my misery  
For that jov' sacred house we thus defiled  
Rashly with his sin guilty blood so wild.   

Then was I soon received of alas King  
And on my head I were the Crown alone  
I did a great and mighty Army bring  
To raise my state cast down from honours Throne  
In whose brave strength good hope I had to wring  
The rule from Edward's hand and Marching on  
With dreadful Terror on the trembling Earth  
I pitched my Tennis before the Wall's of Pearth.   

while thus I did my rightful Claim begin  
With wars stern shok and Trumpets dreidfull blast  
My kingdom by victorious Arm's to win  
True Scots with my Imperial standard past  
The Lion fierce a field of Gold within  
Which seimd throw th'air agrumling Noise to cast  
Whose Chain thus broke made mighty Edward quake  
Fearing much blood would not his Fury slake 
The Scots arms a lion.    

But than even then began my Endless cairo  
My sorrou's great my woe my wrack and all  
Proud fortune than did all Her frouns prepair  
Wheirwith she ever siince my hairt doeth gall  
For then she brought me with a wondrous snair  
My Jnfamie my wrak my los and fall  
A Period long heir made the woeful king  
Sob's from his Breist send sedret Murmwring   

Yet in the sad confussioun of his mind  
This too too sad a Tragedy he told  
Within the town of Perth then did we find  
The English army with their Captane bold  
My Sold'ours hearts to Battle all inclined  
Oft darred them forth with bravads from their hold  
But they nor we in war more wis and warry  
Knew by what means to make us all miscarry,   

The General who Sir aymer Vallangs height  
A herold send and thus he doeth direct him  
That day the Sabbath wes he would not fight  
But on the Morrow next we should expect him  
And he would soon abait My pride my might  
That was so bold thus fondly to neglect him  
Yet I not cairing those his vaunting words  
Would answer him with nought but spears and suord'●▪ 
Other ways odomer de 〈◊〉 walenc e●il of pe●●bro●.    

Than choosing forth advantage of the Ground  
Ne'er doubting that he would his word infrenge  
Made all my Camp that erst no rest had found  
Refresh themselves in hope of blessed revenge  
Thus all at rest when each was sleiping sound  
No reest I got (and which was yet more straying  
A kind of uncouth fear assailed my heart  
I neids would ryis and forth I walked apart,   

Now was't about the dead hour of the night  
While as the Watch in heavy sleep didly  
When noys of neighing horssis hear I might  
And through the Air men's voices found near by  
I stood amazed till Phebe with her light  
Piteit my cause and made me to descry  
A mighty Army Marching hard at hand  
As many thrice as those I did command.   

I caused sound all arum presently  
Which made them with a shout to hast their pace  
And with their Drums and Trumpets roaring cry  
They make a sad and dreadful noise alas  
Fyve hundredth of my Camp no more had I  
Yea those half armed with saintnes fear Embrace  
The rest were sleiping killed some fled along  
For lo our foes were tuentie thousand strong.   

And natural Scots the greatest part of those  
Natural said I no most unnatrall rather  
For these ew'ne these were still our greatest foes  
Most Viperlike and worsh than Vipers either  
For us at last They forced, Much ground to lose  
Friend 'gainst his friend the Sun against the father  
I stayed behind their fury to gainstand  
Till softly thence reteired my mangled band.   

As Hunter's keen that doth a park enclose  
To take or slay the staige Deir, hind or heart  
So were we now en compassed by our foes  
Six and myself the rest were fled a heart  
All which were ta'en thought honour none did lose  
Each hardy bold each bare a valiant part  
Yet I escaped out through these Squadron's strong  
So deled my fate to work my greater wrong, 
The randell was an of the six.    

Nor was proud fortune thus suffeisd at all  
With those misluks and these my grievous 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  
Uniting them for new Invasions  
I found seven times as many more had left me  
As my fierce foes revenging sword bereft me.   

And yet with those all hopeless heartless faint  
I forced was to the Montans for to fly  
Wheir nothing else but penury did haunt  
Much travel pain and sorrow suffered we  
Yet none at all did pity this our want  
though we abode for them this misery  
And which was worse this Terror did enseve  
Ev'ne native Scots did most our liu's pursue   

Ev'ne native Scots my life persewed indeid  
Although for them this task I undergo  
Their wealth to win brought all my want my neid  
Yet for my Love, despite, and hate they sho  
And this my love did so all bounds exceid  
I made my friend my foe; because their foe  
Yet while I seik Their honour wealth and ease  
They seik my death my fall this 
* 〈◊〉 with Edward King of Eugland.  foe to pleas,   

Like to that fish the mighty Whale doth gu'ide  
From craggy Rocks and shallows throw the Dein  
In the waist bosom of the ocean wide  
The Whale her brood would fain devour to keip  
Herself alive, and yet she steals aside  
When she espy's the Monster rest or sleep  
Brings forth her brood with care to keip them fry  
But they do her devour Immediately   

So fair's with me that cair's to keip alive  
My nation fry from mighty Edward's Iaw's  
The greater pairt of my own subjects strive  
Who shall devoit me first with tearing Paws  
For lo when to the Montain's I arrive  
Left of my own and left without a cause  
The lord of Lorne a mighty army bring's  
To bring myself to end with my design's. 
The Lord of lo●●ne his army was abowe fyve thousand.    

Of all my Army was five hundredth left  
That took a pairt with me in weile and woe  
Which Number few of strength was clean bereft  
For pining Famein had oppressed them so  
In their pail Face was pailler death engrafted  
Upon their wereid limbs they fanting go  
Yet courage did their weikned strength renew  
And willingly they wish the fight t'insew,   

Thrice they their fo'es with wondrous strength assailed  
And thrice again their deing forces spent  
Thrie times with matchless valour they prevailed  
Thrie times their foes their Number did augment  
Yea which is most of all to be bewailed  
Our foes though ten too one did still prevent  
Our victory with fresh and new suppleiss,  
For one cums in still, as one other this.   

At last their forces did so much abound  
That we're encompasd in on every side  
while as dark night o'er shadowed all the ground  
As piteing us while she our lose espied  
Thrie hundredth lost of my best Knights I found  
The rest sore wounded fight still abide  
Nor would they once be ta'en or yield or fly  
But would their blood revenge and fight die.   

Yet when I caused to sound a sad Retreat  
They hewed a passage throw these Squadrons strong  
Still fight they Reteir and still their date  
With valours endless praise they do prolong  
At last they entered all a narrow street  
On each side streatched a mounting rock a long  
When I by Fortune last of all did stand  
Them to restrain that would our lyves demand.   

Thrie Knights was their me by my armour knew  
And were suborned before my life to take  
Who seeing me alone did fast pursue  
Two lights theirby advantage for to make  
The th●●d befoir me did the fight renew  
while they mount up the crags and wins my back  
Thus was I sore assailed on ew'rie side  
But mighty jove my safety did provide.   

I did of Victory almost despair  
But jove, hev'ne fate and fortune willed not so  
To end my wrack my misery my care  
Preserving me to greater shame and woe  
To fight while as the formest did prepair  
It was my luke to kill him with a blo  
The one a foot essayed with mighty force  
By my one leg to pull me from my horse.   

And in the Stirro'p thrust all his arm we'll ny●  
The third leapt up upon my horse behind  
And thrust his dagger in my side awry  
while as the uther draw's me to the ground  
But in the Stir'p his arm so bruised I  
And with his heills my horse such way has found  
That he the use of feit had quite bereft him  
Then I cut of his arm and so I left him.   

But now the third that all this time alone  
Was siurlie set behind me on my horse  
Did wound me thrice although not mortal one  
Whom in my arms at last I strained by force  
And on my horse befoir I laid him on  
The dagger then wheirwith he wrought my loss  
I made to dig a passage throw his heart  
And thence his Cursed Soult did soon depart.   

Thus fred of all my foes and fry from danger  
For all the rest did long before reteir  
I wandered through the Desert like a stranger  
And of my mangled Band no news could heir  
So dois a Shipheard sad and woeful rainger  
That holds the Wolf in chase till night draw near  
Then to his flleecie flock returneth back  
But of their fearful flight has lost the track.   

At last when I a forest did espy  
Grim night looked forth with grisly countenance  
Her smookie breath in dusky clouds doth fly  
From her pail lip's, and darkened heavins bright glance  
O'er vailling all the earth and azure Sea  
With shadow's dim that dreadful sights advance  
I strayed a fortnight in this wood unstarved  
Roots herbs and water still my life preserved.   

Weary at last with feantnes all possessed  
Amongst the Flowers I laid me down to prove  
If my sore wearid Soul could find some rest  
Since daeth did scorn my wois for to remove  
Near wheir I lay from mighty Roks' increst  
A silver Brook down 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 bushy tops and tender twists aloft  
Whilst Zephyrs mild sweit gentle breath did blow  
The leaves with muttering made a murmur oft  
That with the bubbling of the stream below  
Had Rocked my senses in a slumber soft  
while as my Spreit was troubled from above  
Strange Apparitions in my Soul did move.   

Me thought great Fergus did before me stand  
With ghostly looks with fierce and angry cheir  
I hard his voice like thunder to demand  
A count most sharp of all my labours heir  
So great a taskas thou has ta'en in hand  
With greater pains quoth he thy joys must cleir  
Up then arise this life would blot thy fame  
And should redound to thy Eternal shame,   

In the waste bosom of the western laike  
Of Albion near Irish mountains hoar  
Neptune a pene Insula doth make  
Stretching his azure arms along the shore  
Their must thou all thy sorrows quite forsaik  
And comfort find for all thy griefs of yore  
Up then with speid I say and thither go  
Wheir thou jov' will and Mercy both shall know.   

This said through Shaiples air he went away  
I suddantlie awaked and was aghast  
Yet weighing weill the sentence he did say  
I sought my horse in haste and thence I passed  
When as I travelled had but half a day  
Within that Valley I arrived at last  
Wheir you I found thus may you see with all  
How great misfortuns works my greater fall.   

Then quoth the Douglass Sir I you desire  
Forget these passions strange, too strange alas  
Since Fortune now shall change her sad attire  
And ever after look with cheirfull face  
An hard beginning to an end aspire  
Of ewerlasting happiness and grace  
The mighty minds to honour still repair  
Throw rare difficulties and dangers rare.   

Wheir Fergus Ghost directs their must you go  
Winter draws near heir must you nought abids  
Their havin's your fortune fait shall too you sho  
Eu'ne unto you and all the world beside  
In these and such like speeches past these two  
The longsome night till Morpheus provide  
For drowsy flight, who o'er the Earth soon past  
And lights on them with lazy wings at last.   

When nights swift course with silence was outworns  
She givs a kind fairweill unto the day  
The winged musicans which awake the morn  
With hollow throats and horned bills did play  
The Nightingale whose Music Match doth scorn  
The Maves that throw Forest Echois ay  
The lark that warns the craftsmen of their pains  
And labourers that daily toyll for gain.   

e'en as a Man in sleep that seems to hear  
Of Instruments and song a hevn'lie sound  
To them in sleep such sounds did now appear  
Their souls transported were when joys abound  
They hard the Aengells heav'nlie Music cleir  
In Paradise it seemed themselves they found  
Cloyed while they walk throw groves of all delight  
Sweit to the smell and pleasant to the sight.   

And in this pleasant Slumber while they lay  
This feathered Crew with their enchanting sound  
Above them on the tender twists do play  
Wheir musics weilset descant did abound  
When in the east arois the glorious day  
His crisped loks in silver Cisterns drowned  
Waveing his golden vale bright pour and clear  
Wheir throw the clouds like crimson flams apeir.    

The Argument.  
The Bruce dispersed host their Lord doth know  
Who to Kintyre reteirs and their doth sie  
An aged Sire that unto him doth show  
The heaven lie con ullations curtouseie  
And his blesd race and princely stem doth dra●  
From these rair purtrates in the heavens that be  
He shows each Prince and doth the line advance  
To that fair matchless Dovager of France.  
Caput. 4.  

SOft now my Muse and do not sore to high  
Waed not in curious questiones too deep  
Let thy pure ground be truth and verity  
And learn the chiefest pointes & heads to keep  
Although thou sometime wantonize awry  
To recreate thyself yet softly creep  
So near the truth as none may hear nor see  
To taint the chastest care nor sharpest eye.   

The child doth learn his lesson every day  
Yet play doth oftin recreate his Spirit  
play sharps thengine makes pregnant wits they say  
After long study honest mirth is meet  
The purest truth doth harshslie run away  
But sau'ed with Parnass streams it sounds more sweet  
The strengths stomach waek and wanting power  
With sugar sweet accepts a portion sooner.   

while Bruce and Douglas sleeps and dreams of toys  
That in their moistened brain impression makes  
Eune as the Day comes in they hear a 'noys  
A 'noys that suddanelye them both awakes  
Yet makes them both thereafter to rejoice  
And greifs sad vale from their sharp eyes it shaekes  
For heaven blissd Bruce was so with patience crowned  
Adversity his mind could never wound.   

Although he gravely did unfold his ill  
Unto the valiant Count his woes bewaeling  
Yet with a constant mind he acts them still  
His cheerful looks and words so much prevailling  
As in their heattes all thought of fear did kill  
And wins their love their courage still appealling  
Who were his followers in each woeful fight  
And could no danger fear if in his sight.   

Which made them all way up and down to range  
Throw deserts Mountains plains and Ferrests door  
Bewailling their hard lots and fortunes straying  
Their want of food, but want of him much more  
They did lament and in this woeful change  
They swear to venge his death or die theirfore  
For sure they thought he by mishap did stray  
Amongst his foes when night did part the fray   

Now were they come near to the grove wheir he  
And Douglas slumberd soundly in a dream  
Who both awaekt rushed furt he and straight they see  
An armed man the King knew weill his name  
whom when he called the rest did quickly fly  
forth through the groves; some fears, and some thinks shame  
Yet love and joy recalled them all at last  
Before his feit themselves they humbly cast.   

So have I fiene a moorehen in the spring  
Missing her tender Brood throw deserts straying  
She in her throat some chirping notes doth sing  
Which when they hear with natural love repaying  
Her kindly cair in haist themselves they bring  
And floks about her all her will obeying  
She seims right glad to see her young ones so  
Scaped from the Danger of their rawning foe   

When he unlaced his burnished helm of gold  
His mild, Sueit, manly countenance they knew  
Virtue and Grace divine they might behold  
Like Phoebus' beams from his fair looks t'ensew  
As Phoebus' draw's the dew up from the mould  
His eyes their hearts so from their bosoms drew  
Before him still upon their kneiss they fall  
To gracious heaven's they render thanks for all   

He thanks them for their saith their truth their love  
And to each man did several favores sho  
Soon after they from thence did all remove  
And westward to Dumberton glaedlie go  
From thence great Neptune's friendship would they prove  
And th' Ocean's watery force they neids would know  
Shipped for Kyntire fleeing the wind before  
E'er morrow next they saiflie came to shore.   

The king his men in through the country sent  
With them the Errl of lennox for their Lord  
An uther way he with the Douglas went  
To sie what favour fortuon would afford  
They trawelling allong with this Intent  
At last their way them to a would restored  
Wheir half a myill at most they had not riddin  
When both to rid one way were thus forbiddin.   

Two ugly monstrous wolves they might espy  
Had killed a heart and on the same was feiding  
Each choosd a wolf his horse swift Poise to try  
For Boare-spears served their lance in this proceeding  
Each wolf his follower leads a sundry way  
Their eager chase and their pursuit deriding  
What fortune hevins for Douglas had appointed  
We'll after show, now to the Lords anointed   

I mean the Bruce that brave and valiant Prince  
Who with an egger mind perseued the chase  
The wolf had left the wood and for defence  
Unto a might Rock he rins a pace  
Breathless he seimd so slowly running thence  
As made the Prince hope weill to win the race  
He cuyts his horse rins up the Rock in haiste  
But soon he lost the sight of whom he chaste   

His trevell lost he would return o'er night  
Yet any where to ryid he doth not know  
The Rock he seis of such a wondrous height  
As all the country round about would show  
Up then he goes to view so fair a sight  
while he ascends the sone discendet low  
But e'er he could unto the top attain  
Night spreads her painted vail o'er all the plain.   

In heavns heighe court the lamps all lighted shines  
Which him constrained to search some place of rest  
The montaines top was decked with oaks and pines  
Where nature had a garden rairlie dressed  
With fontanes walks and groves without enginings  
Of art: yet seemed of arts best skill poseest  
But sad it seemed to nights sad shed inclining  
Shown to the Prince by Phaebes feeble shining.   

At last arryving by a fontane syid  
Beneath a leavy aged oak he lies  
A hearty draft of the cold stream he tried  
Which for a dainty mail did him suffice  
And now his cogitation deeply weighed  
earths glory vane and wordly fantasies  
Compairing all beneath heavns silver bowers.  
To clouds of smook to shadows dreams of flowers   

Thus raped with admiration while he lies  
He views the stars and all the heavenly lights  
When as he hears a sound pas through the skies  
Lyik to the 'noys of floods impetuous flight's  
Or as when fearful doves in numbers fleis  
Aer and their wings with 'noys themselves affrights  
Such was this 'noys yet nothing he perceives  
Nor was there wind to move the trembling leaves.   

A dark grey cloud passed forth o'er all the air  
But nights pale Queen cleird all the heavns at last  
When to him did an old grave man repair  
Whoes head and beard had youths fresh colour past  
A crystal glob his trembling hand upbeare  
Where heaven o'er earth did move from east to west  
Their stars and planets shynd most bright and cle●●  
Which by a spirit was moved as might appear.   

A Spherik glob within hung lyk a ball  
That figurdrairlie forth the earth and sea  
Which round about was fry from heavns cleir wall  
Whose restless course round o'er this glob did fly  
The glassy sea now calm than seemed to swell  
Where wind-tost ships with tides and tempests be  
while Neptune's azurd arms the earth embraceth  
That cirquits isles and shore from shore unlaceth.   

Thus with a curious Pinsell th' earth was drawn  
Heir meidds, their floods, heir woods their montanes were  
Heir towns, their towers, with flowery gardenes shown  
Heir vines, their figs, pomegranates Cydrons fair  
Heir ploughmen teill, their herds and flokes at known  
Heir Bowers doth prune their vines with wondrowes care  
Their sicklee cuts the corn heir scythes the Hay  
Heir peace, their warlike armeiss in array.   

Unto the Prince this aged Sire drew near  
while chaste Diana shynd more fair and bright  
Clad in a hoary mantle white and clear  
He seemed devote in prayers to spend the night  
Lean fleshed, his wattrie blood swelled veins appeir  
His ghostly looks still offered death his right  
Who pausing long with steadfast staering eyes  
This salutation did at last device.   

Peace be to thee my Lord and Prince said he  
Whom great and mighty jove has her her scent  
That thou might know his mercies great by me  
And of thy bad and by past life repent  
The shame the foil the loss that falls to thee  
Is Ioues just doom because thou gave consent.  
Unto thy will wrath vengeance and defyld  
His sacred house with sinful blood so vild.   

Thy Nationes foil their wrak and their distress  
Thy countries shame her woe her desolation  
Thy subjects lose in care all comfortless  
Whom mighty jove has hade in detestation  
For their great sins their faults their cairlesnes  
Of his soul feidding word o wicked Nation  
That still with folly blindness pride abuse  
Did sacred things apply to sinful use.   

Their filthy life their lewd lascivious lust  
Their walloweing in sensual delight  
Threattens a dreadful storm e'er long that must  
Swellow them up in their own sins despite  
But leave we them and their affliction just  
And now behold this day succeeding night  
These burning balls to thee and thine shall prove  
Heavns for sight wisdom mercy grace and love   

This counterfite of those bright orbs behold  
The earth and sea but heavns of greatest wonder  
Whose restless course about the poles is rolled  
With contrary motiones their first mobill under  
The firmament with fixed stars untold  
Whoes various shapes and rare effects we pondre  
lines tropics circles Zones and Zodiac  
Wherein Sol doth the yeirs four seasones make   

Almighty Jove who made heavns wondrous frame  
Has made manes wit so rairlie excellent  
That he can vivelie counterfite the same  
And his great maker's work can represent  
With heaunlie fury: raped with sacred flame  
Of artless arts invention, nought content  
Of his all working wonders heir below  
But e'vne the heaunlie mansiones heir must show.   

Lo where the Planets each his sphere within  
Keeps time and course with heaunes true planets all 
The diurnal motion of the spheres. Their natural motion is snaved lyikwayes beginning at the Move.   
Forced by their Primomobill for to rinn  
In twice twelve hours about this earthlyk ball  
And their own course they end and they begin  
With heauns bright lamps for thus they rise and fall  
chaste Phebe's course just in a month goes right  
Now poor then wealthy of her Brother's light.   

Mercure and Venus follows Phoebus' Team  
His tender wings her dows on him depend  
Whose lead of light and life-reviuing beam  
about a year his natural course doth end  
And Marae in twice twelve months' resums his game  
Satur's mild Sun in twelve twelve months rescend 
〈…〉   
Cold hoary Satyrus' leaden coach that rins  
In threttie years leave's off where he begins.   

All these heavns azure cannabie surrounds  
Sprinkled with eyes spekled with tapers bright  
Spangled with spangs throw all his boundless Bounds  
Sowin all with glistering sparks of glancing light  
Sett with gilt stoods and golden skowchand grounds  
Powdered with twinkling stars whoes kapring flight  
Glanseth down right and with their mild aspects  
Works in th'inferior bodies straying effects.   

Those sparking Diamonds this rich vale contains  
Whoes number numberless are past account  
Hath twalf that biasway's overthwart her lains  
With pourfull virtue decks her gloriousfront  
And those at signs wheirin the Planets reigns  
while they descend or rise or fall or mount  
For they partake in their swift revolution  
From echo of those strength, virtue, force & motion.   

Beside all those about the Polls you sre  
Figurs of what almost in earth is found  
For the all-knawing-minde of majesty  
Before he framed this rich embrowdred round  
The plot in his Idea seemed to be  
And form of all his future works profound  
Thus wirking in his spreit divin'lie rare  
Long ere the world was made the world was their.   

Unfolding then that rich and glorious Tent  
He portrayed with a Pinsell most divine  
Upon the all enlightening firmament  
Those tabr's of his future works in fine  
Wheir lo behold thy brave most brave descent  
That Sollie in the letter age shall shine  
Bearing Christ's standard and his Church defending  
Bounding their Empire with the world's ending.   

Eathniks not knowing God all provident  
Have names of eathniks to these forms assigned  
But let it thee suffice and be content  
That I heirin unfold what jove designed  
By these bright Pontraits portreyd in the Tent  
Of azure gilded heavins Pavilion signed  
By his own hand, and for himself their mark it  
Forew'r Immortaleisd for heavin Imbark-it,   

Great Architector of this wondrous frame  
Raise up my Spreit to thy celestial Throne 
The Prophets Pray.   
Let my poor soul contemplate in the flame  
Of thy all dazzling beauty wheir alone  
Thy glorious beams reflecting may o'er quhelme  
My waikned sight and more than Sunlike shone  
On my poor souls all darkened Cinthi'as' eyes  
Make her to earth eclipsed, clear toward skies,   

Wheir with the Prophet's face began to Shine  
He suddanlie with Sacred fury glows  
His Soul cleiv's throw the ten fold orbs in fine  
And from sole Maiesteis bright Glory drow's  
Her all celestial Sacred food divine  
A Sun like brightness on his forehead grows  
A schining lustre from his eyes forth sent  
A fiery glance of goldlyke Blandishment. 
Heir follous the constel nation's about the Polls allooding to the Kings discendit of the Bruce.    

First thou, said he, the Rampand Lion tyis 
Constellation Hercules holds a Lion bound in chains ●lluding to King Robert Bruce holding the Scots arms.   
Wha wandering from his Den goes far a stray  
Entrapped in snaires and foreign subtilteis  
Who erst subdued all preys becums a pray  
To crafty subtle Foes yet doth arise  
With glorious Triumph to their great decay  
And he who scorned a stranger sold command  
Now yields his Neck to thy victorious hand. 
Constellatió jason in the schip argus. David Bruce that sailit to France wheir he stayit nine yeirs Enduring the wars against the Baleoll aided by england but when hereturnit he brought home peace allu-constellation auriga draveth a cotch full of galent youths Robert stevart the 1 of whom the kings of that name descended Constellation Zepheus a Weiping for Andromada swain and a eagils one either hand of him alluding to Robart the 3.    

Heir saillis the Schip wheirin thy young Sun sits  
Slyceing the vaus of Azure trembling plains  
And wafts into a foreign land that fits  
For greennish youth (wheir all delight Remains)  
while heir stern wars remorseless fury frets  
And tears our Bowels a shunder, strip's our vaint  
Yet this blessed bark our Jason brings from Greece  
And of sweit Peace brings home the Golden Fleece   

But lo heir comes the lofty coachman down  
That after him draw's forth such lamps of light  
Such Gems such Pearels and Jewels for the crune  
Such Ornaments such only rare delight  
That Sun like schyns with evir blessed renown  
And all from Po to Gangis feiriss their might  
Yea and himself his chairge so weil discharges  
Earth's sole empire Jove for his Seed enlarges.   

Then comes ●hat holy Prince Grave wise and old  
That for his children murning still laments  
Whoes spotless life heirby the Swans foretold  
His thoughts and looks the Eagill still presents  
For lo his Eyes bend upwards still behold  
Fixed on his Phoebus the one trine Essence  
He for his children plains to jove abowe  
Who shall regaird his looks his life his love.   

Heir comes that Prince of wrongful Boundage fry 
Constellations Perseus relieves the virgin Andromadoe luding Imee the first who institute the college of justice.   
Who that mild Virgin justice did release  
From that wild Monster raiging Tyranny  
And set her fry to all his happy race  
He rewels the land with laves and equity  
In Whoes blessed regue flous knawlege wealth and Grace  
Of justice in his hand he holds the 
* Medusa's hend constellatione chiron the centaur with a lance holds a wolf by the nek alooding to Iames the 2. a Zealous reformer of fin and wyce.  heid  
Whois splendour strikes all malefactors died   

Heir monted doth that valiant Prince advance  
Whoes heavin-wrocht lance his enemies ov'rthrouis  
In whom shall schine pure virtues radiance  
Raised up on high by jove 'gainst all his foes  
The ravening wolf he foilles with Temperance  
And the true Path to treew Religion shois  
Moving his subjects hearts their minds and all  
Great jove to fear and on his name to call.   

Now in thy time quoth he shall heir arrive  
A worthy knight that from his native land  
Shall fly because he bravely shall deprive  
In glorius fight a knight that shall with stand  
Thy Praises deum while 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 sympathise 
Heir the Prophet takes occasion to Entreat a little of the beginning of the hammiltouns    

From this great man shall one far greater spring  
Whom fortune fair and fate shall still attend  
Bellona fierce and Venus mild shall bring  
Laurels from Mars but to great love shall send  
A Garland rich sprung from this worrthie King  
Whose royal Stem unto the endless end  
Of his great line their Temples shall adorn 
Sir james hamiltoun that mercy King james the 2. his daughter.   
With never setting ever rising morn. 
K. james, 〈◊〉    

For lo the Daughter of this worthy * Prince  
Shall wed this knight thts Lord of heigh renown  
Whose height whose greatness and whose excellence  
Whose Schulders seims one Atlas to the crown  
Of him shall come that mighty Lord who thence  
Shall go and proud rebellious Danes beat down  
He to obey his Princes great commaud  
Shall take this bold and wightie chairge in hand. 
King james the 4. send hamilton Erll of Arran with one Armje with the Danish King whom he reastablist in hjs kingdom and after returned to his country with great glory.    

An Army and a Navy he shall bring  
ou're thetis glassy montans' groundless Deip  
Under his wings that disin throned King  
Shall go: whose crown rebellious Danes still keip  
Ou're all these northern worlds his name shall ring  
Terror in Every Ear: while he doth steip  
His sword in their most valiant Prince's blood  
Whose might his all-commanding will gane stood.   

And to his wonted height that King shall raise  
And Inthroneize him in despite of foes  
With fame With glory and with endless praise  
He shall return unto his land but lose  
When he hath spent in honours height his days  
Favoured by heaven fred from untimlie Woes  
Of him descending shall a Greater ryise  
And lift his Glory far above the Skyiss.   

He shall this land Govern Protect defend  
from forangne force from homebred Civil broille  
And the Imperial sway shall sweat lie bend  
while the right heir is Yung in these great toille  
Eune the most christian king sall seu in end  
For his great freindschip and his favour whills  
To Dignity aloft he shall him rear  
Thus shall his greatness schyn both heir and their. 
The Erll of Arran protector of Scotland in Quemee Mar●is mi 〈◊〉 whom the King of France maid dug of cha● 〈◊〉.    

Nor yet this Prince alone shall be the last  
That shall surmount his Predecessors far  
But this great family shall spread so fast  
As England shall in'uy that such a Star  
Schot from their sphere hath their clear lichts surpassed  
And like a comet blazing blood and war  
Streams forth their beams that each wheir purge from error  
And warmis their friends but burns their foes with terr●●   

This famous line shall flourish more and more  
Great Columns fair rare Pillars of the crown  
Rich ornaments that shall the land decore  
Sune-glistring-lights with ever blisd renown  
Heaven▪ blazing lamps whoes flame from virtues stor●  
Brings oill wheirin they hellbred Hydra's drown  
But leave we them, and of thy royal race,  
Show heavins-rare blessings, greatness, height, & grace.   

Then comes that Serpent berar forth in view  
In base borne venamous blood to much delighted  
Our all the land their poisoned goir they spew  
And all his weill borne subjects much affrighted  
Wheirof great harm great vengeance doth ensue  
For those foul Beasts of each so much dispighted  
Shall be the cause of this great Princes fall  
Their Poison so infects heart mind and all: 
Constellaion A Serpent in either hand of Serpentatius alloding to james the 3. Reuld by 〈◊〉 & the daisy who 〈◊〉 serpent's poisoned the land with vice the cause of his fall.    

And Archer like the next doth martche on foot  
Amidst his army rashly to pursue  
His crafty fo'es while his brave mind to stout  
Shall scorn the Counsal of his subjects true  
Their shall unwars this warlike Prince no doubt  
Be lost whoes want thou Scotland long shall rue  
For lo too soon his sone of glory Bright  
Is choked with mists of feats untimely Night. 
Constellatione Endue one archer marching to fight on fut james the 〈◊〉 who flighting on fut was sleane in flouden ●eild.    

And heir behold that Magnanimous King  
Most just in peace most valorous in war  
his royal Sceptre bravely managing  
Whoes glorious fame shall pears all Europa's ear  
From him fair Beuteis faerest flower shill spring  
Whom heir you see set in a royal cheer  
And their her dangling golden locks intreyld  
Much these have blessed her but much more her child. 
Constellatione Bootes is a man strong and poverful james the 5. Constellatione Cassiopea is a quein setting in a chy●e quein marry dovager of France. Berinicis crinis or cel●●es-cald the ga●land of hear.     

The Argument.  
The south and North crowns joined by that great King  
Who of all kings hea'uns blessings most embrace  
His works his wit heavens care him sa●f to bring  
To happy and: his two rair imps of grace  
In whom hess blessed more than in any thing  
By war the youngest rules the earth in peace  
The Prophet leaves the Prince amaizd at last  
He foils six Knights then to his army past. 
Const●●latione the north and south crowns on either side of Polop● i●ax before him an alter Allading to james the 6. who ioyud the North and south crowns of Britan's.   
Caput. 5.  

But heir o Sc●tland heir begins thy spring  
of honour wealth fame glory praise & bliss  
Eune now & not till now high hea'uns doth bring  
Thy happiness thy good thy all wish  
Thy fame thy name for ere eternising  
If sinful pride bear not thy ways amiss  
Hence shall thy glory and thy greatness grow  
Swelling o'er seas and o'ra all lands shall flow.   

Their o'er the glob of Sea and earth he stands  
Which to the North joins sowthes fair Diadem  
And Boreas spacious empire all commands  
And all wheir Titan coolls his fiery team  
If thou can number forth the Ocean sands  
Or all those spangled golden wonders name  
In radiant coach that course heauns lists a pace  
Then mayst thou count his blisd and fruitful race 
The north and south crowds Corona Borealis Gorona australi●    

This, this, is he, even he, whom havin propoines  
Great Jou's eternal motto for to bear  
whoes Soul refining sighs heart-scolding groans  
shall on this Altar of Devotion rear  
True zeal true faith and true repenting moin'●  
From whence ascends the sueit perfums of Pra're  
To the one-trin who from his merceis Throne  
Shall rain down plenteus showers of Grease anon.   

From so great Dangers shall the Lord him save  
And to such height of happiness him bring  
That though nogth else could each one's ears bereave  
Yet this shall be one everlasting Sign  
For each to sing, his mild Sweit virtues grave  
Without correction bend to each design  
His Bounty clemency and equity  
His constant mind and his stability. 
Gods wonderful love showin to him in his so many and notabile delyveries from treason.    

The least of nothing can my Muse record  
Whoes wings is laged with vapours gros and fat  
but this I know that his imperial sword  
shall slice down sin and shield the desolate  
But should I thus with seiming schevis debord  
His praise so Infinite so in tricat  
No no deir muse search not wheir is no end  
Only himself him self can comprehend   

For all the Muses at his Birth descending  
Throu the clear Welkin of our western clime  
As when a fiery flash of lightning Bending  
With twinkling rays glids downward often time  
A mid the tufted plains so they attending  
On his blessed Birth, infuse their sacred rims  
His spreit within, and with Ambrosial kisses  
In his blisd soul, they breathe a heau'ne of blisses.   

This done they with a wreath of stars haif crowned  
His Tempills which a Tripill crown adorn  
With double Bayis and Laurel much renowned  
They give two glorious titles new'r outworn  
And makes his voice divinlie to resound  
Our all the earth on wings of fame still borne  
O miracle his voice lyik lightning dart  
The golden schowrs of poleist wit and art. 
Sol monarch of ye north and Prince of Poets.    

His Muse shall fly with sweitest eloquence  
In learned lays to charm all spreits all senses  
And like a Queen in pomps magnificence  
Sche's richest still when lairgest in expenses  
In Scarlot heir in crimson their and thence  
In purple robs adorning royal prences  
More rich than golden Tesseu's swelling cost 
His eloquence sompaird to 1 Queen.   
With rairest Gems and precious stones embossed, 
His Book to the Prince.    

And then anon in Arm's addressed for war  
A steill bright sword she ' is bravely brandishing  
Heir dois she place the thundering connons their  
To Mars she bids the roiring trumpets sing  
The victor gets her laurel for his schare  
That bring him more than Croesus' gold could bring  
But now in sabel black herself she suits 
His wark called the Battle of lepa●to.   
And Magic spells divinlie she refuits. 
His book against Magik.    

Then Sanct like sits she in a secret Cell  
And sacred phrases sent from heavin above  
Forth from her pen in plenty doth distel  
Confounding all that quest'ouns vain would prove  
And from her wits deip tressour springs a well  
Whoes source from God's celestial throne doth move  
On golden channel slyds this silver stream  
And drouns her foes in groundless Gulfs of shame, 
His answer no that book set forth in the nam of Bellasmin.    

Yea how soew'r herself she list t'adorn  
With Diadems or coats of warlike steill  
Or wisdoms graver suits she list have borne  
Yet every thing becums her schaip so weill  
That still herself she seims whoes rising morn  
Shall have no night whoes mighty flowing Nile  
Our flows all lands and with her swelling wawe  
Holds hers in peace and vthers all in awe,   

This Prince more wealth peace honour greatness brings  
Then all that sweyed his Sceptre ewer before  
But heir since heaven him by his worth desing  
That to all times and age shall him restore  
Since all and ewrie thing his praises sings  
I can but lessen what all times makes more  
But in his said rare blessings shall attend him  
Which it shall pleas almighty Jove to send him   

In midst of famous Scotland does their lie  
A valley graced with Nature airt and care  
As fertile as the soill of Araby  
As pleasant as Thessalian Tempe fair  
On which from heaven no blustering Tempests fly  
Nor Zephir blou's but sweit and wholesome air  
A long whoes side the Ocheli montans rise  
And lifts their swelling tops above the skyiss. 
The description of Stirling the birth place of Prince Henry.    

Down through the midst of this fair valley glids  
The crystal Forth with glancing silver hue  
Whoes roaring stream on golden channel slids  
With murmur sweit in Thetis bosume blue  
Of brooks supply'id with liberal store besides  
Which tops of towering montans still renew  
Whoes springs the dry insatiate meids suppleiss  
And moister lends to herbs to fructs and treis',   

In midst of this fair valley doth arise  
A mighty mounting roche of wondrous height  
On whoes ambitious back as in the skyiss  
A City stands impregnabile to sight  
A Castle on his lofty crest espyis  
The valleys round about the montans hight  
Below the roch the glanncing River glids  
In whoes cold streams he coolls his horte sides   

When Titan doth up to the sowth aspire  
Ascending through heavens vaults of brightest azure  
These lofty turret's seim to have desire  
To view their beauteis pride while they have leisure  
Then set they all the rolling flood on fire  
Whoes trembling billous show their golden Treasur  
The smiling flood Illustrats them with beams  
while as their beauty beautifeis her streams.   

Within this Paradise of all delight  
Thus graced with airts proud wealth and natures care  
Shall to the world be borne that lamp of light  
Whoes schyning shaip you at beholding their  
But ah too soon snatched up from human sight  
Whoes loss shall make the western-world despair  
That heavins can raise them to their former bliss 
Constellation   
Since they have reft so great a Good as this. 
Antinous a must ●●●ar & beautiful youth a looding to Prince Hendre.    

O could he leive he were a worthy Prence  
By nature in her richest wealth enrolled  
And fraught with all the gifts of excellence  
That either Man could wisch or heavins unfold  
But o too wise and too too soon ta'en hence  
Heavin scorns that earth so great a good should hold  
Albion's be war least heavins upon the lowr  
Who thus untimely cuts thy fairest flower.   

Then shall arise a Prince of his own kind  
Borne of his dame and of his sire begot  
Whoes matchless haughty and heroic mind  
Shous heavens assigns great empires for his lot  
Heir doth he march in arms to war Inclined  
O'er Danub neil Euphrates Ganges hot  
And treads on all as on that fearful here 
constellation   
'Gainst his victorious Arms that dares prepare. 
Or on Merching in arms 〈◊〉 a river and a heir under his foot a alouding to charlis Prince of waills according to the propheseiss.    

Heat his royal father's heigh command  
This great and weighty chairge shall under go  
For dread revenge with warts hot burning brand  
Send from that angry Monarch's bre●st shall thro'  
A thundering tempest our all sea and land  
With schame lose foil blood ruin wrak and woe  
For why his waiting slaves are war and death  
T'unbind his brows knit up in clouds of wrath. 
He as gennerall 〈◊〉 his father.    

To whoes brave soon thus sent the lord hath granted  
If he his thoughts hoard in that heavenly place  
With him and his he sure hes covenanted  
To pour one Ocean of his plenteous grace  
Nor his great Sirs dominions shallbe wanted  
But all from fertile Jnde to Occades  
All shallbe his and his victorious hand 
The ugarte following are translated out o● the Propheseiss.   
O'er sea and earth all nations shall command. 
〈…〉 with the Propheseiss.    

And lo that dreadful Serpent scourge of earth  
Whoes pride aloft him to the heavns doth rear  
Shall yield to his all-conquering arm whoes worth●  
From his proud head this Diadem shall tear  
And join it to his own by right of Birth 
Hiedra alluding to the great Turk.   
Then to his saviours sacred tomb shall bear 
Corona australis   
This glorious standard this triumphant Sign 
Corona Borealis   
Of sin of death of hell's great tameing King. 
Cru●.    

Nature and all her train on him attend  
Putting the golden key Into his hand  
Of earth and seas rich treasure to the end  
That all obey and he may all command  
Sear wisdom foirsicht virtue to him send  
Fortune fast bound with many thousand band  
Love Beauty youth strive to adorn him more  
Than virtue grace and wisdoms plenteous store.   

The tuelf great Labours of that antic Lord  
Was justly praised and magnifeit alone  
Yet much more worth to him shall be restored  
Then Men beasts monsters conquered one by one  
Wheir only strength nought wit did aid afford  
O'er murdered beasts his glory shall not shone  
But Kings subdued and mighty nations strong  
Shall to his fame and endless praise belong. 
Hercules' twelf laboris.    

This Prince shall always feill heavins gracious love  
And happy fortunes shall consort him still  
Proud conquering Mars still by his side shall move  
Fair victory shall e'er obey his will  
His infancy she nwrsing shall remove  
To noble hops and his strong years furthfill  
With statlie Trophies and his age with balms  
With crouns with Laurels and triumphant palm.   

The boundless sea shall seem to him a brook  
Heaun threatening Alps shall seime one easy way  
Two horned Po shall his proud streams rebook  
Beholding his victorious army stay  
His glassy Cave he leaus and comes to look  
Wheir as a thousand cisterns every day  
To pay their endless silver tribute hyis  
whichtil that time did newer view the skyiss. 
A digression discriving the River ●o.    

The aiged flood comes gravely from his cell  
Down from his head hangs dangling silver tressis  
From every hair a crystal spring doth fall  
Ay when he sweats a roaring Steams foorrh praissis  
Each sigh raise up a wane each groan foretell  
A fearful inundation following passes  
His urinkled Brou's a pearly dew distelleth  
His greennishe eyes with endless tears still filleth.   

The Nymphs with dancing round about him trips  
Aganes the Son their azure mantils shone  
From vave to vave the wanton fairies skips  
Whole scoolls of fish heir swims their leaps anon  
Their watery Lord with Ice cold schivering lips  
Thus chyds his streams you foolish streams alone  
Ah will you thus heauns champion ganestand  
When sea and Earth obeiss his conquiring hand.   

Proud brook be calm abate thy raging torrent  
'Gainst him whom jove hath loud lift not thy horn  
Rol smooth you waves lash not your swelling current  
Forth at his glorious fleet, which should be borne  
On your smooth back but dance an easy currant  
With me your aged flood with years not worn  
Till his victorious army march before  
Their glistering ensings; on our eastern shore   

His feared renown like thundering cannons roars  
In each man's ears through all lands touns and tours  
And tempest like it beitts the baltike shores  
Clouds of his wrath in haills scharp stormy showers  
Tumbling through mighty winds aloft still soars  
At whoes dreid sound all nat'ions sadly lour's  
And o'er all lands it fleis at last it falls  
And beats down bulwarks touns tours gates and walls.   

This valorous Prince wise comely fair and nea●  
In every thing himself shall bravely bear  
His Enemeis he shall no sooner threat  
Than he shall over throw with schame and fear  
The terror of his name shall tyrants beat  
Down from their thrones who yields before he war  
For Jove nought geu's him sparingly good hap  
But always pours down plenty in his lap.   

Thus thy great house thy race thy of spring fair  
Unbred unborn all those and more's enrolled  
On heavens brass leaves by the almighteis cair  
For all ensuing aiges to behold  
Be thankful serve love Praise his merce is rare  
That in heavins birth did frost their Births unfold▪  
So thy blisd race shallbe more blessed still  
Nor time nor age thy blessed Seid shall kill.   

And thou deir Country with all Grace contented  
That heau'ne on fertile 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 approach be so prevented  
And Blise Once gevin with shame soon back restoerd▪  
But O alas heir my poor Soul doth faint  
O then I fear a thankful mind thou's want.   

Which if thou do th'almighty's smiles shall turn  
To hot consumeing wrath and coals of fire  
That shall thy intrealls all thy bovells burn 
Propheceis.   
Thou's feill his just sad wrath and dreadful ire  
For which thy maids and hearmles babes shall murns  
Nor shall thy Plague's water famien death retire  
●ill thou be walloving in a crimson flood  
And drowned almost in thy own guilty blood.   

Great jove shall send strange Nations far and near  
Within thy native land thee to destroy  
Earth's farrest ends thy widows plaints shall hear 
Glaide 〈◊〉.   
Wheir weiping aer thy mornings shall convoy  
From Pole to Pole beneath heavins volts so cleir  
Echo shall sadly soond thy sad annoy  
Annoy cuts his discourse, thus woeful hearted  
Wheir with the Prophetizing spirit departed.   

Long time he silent stood at last again  
He thus began brave Prince in time bewarr  
Lest when the crown thou freilie shalt obtain  
Thou let not sin and vice creip in so far  
That Jove his endless Blessings he refrain  
And thee and thine with endless vengeance mars  
Which if thou do not than thou heir hast seen  
What hath for thee and thine prepared been.   

Thus said the Prophet while the Prince reioisd 
He deit on performed this vow what for he send his heart to the holy grove.   
Those of his royal of spring thus to sie  
In heavins so framed by jove so weill disposed  
And rendering thanks to his great majesty  
Eune then a vow he on himself impoisd  
His Kingdom once at peace his crown made fry  
He with one army great Christ's tomb would view  
And with stern wars would Saracens Pursue,   

Then said he to that grave and ancient Sire  
Wise holy father let me once be bold  
Thy blisd and happy name for to require  
Of whom my very soul's content I hold.  
Great Prince quoth he I yield to your desire  
Rimour I hight your slave and seruand old  
My love and my last dueve to discharge  
I hither came as you shall know at large. 
This 〈◊〉 Thomas Rymour one old Prophet who died abunt Sir months 〈…〉    

For the appointed time is drawing near  
Wh●n my poor soul must leave this ruined tour  
Know then an Angel did to me appeir  
And of these revel ationes gave me power  
Only for thee, because the Lord doth hear  
The woeful plaints and groanings every hour  
Of thy still torterd land which hea'uns surmonted  
And mercy begged where mercy never wanted.   

That only thou selected for relief  
By the one-trine eternal majesty  
Crossed with misfortune sorrow pain and grief  
For that wild slaughter sacrale grouslie  
In Jove's sole sacred house but that mischief  
Hath thy unfaind repentance freed from thee  
Should heir by me heavens endless bounty know  
For to remove thy cares, and comfort show.   

Persist thou still then in thy just desire  
For mighty Jove stands Armed against thy foe'●  
Now all thy Bad misfortuns shall retire  
Hence shalt thou ever win and never lose  
Thou frielie shalt Possess a fry Empire  
And such renown such fame and glory goes  
Of thy great name that thou shalt have more praise  
Than ever had a Prince before thy days.   

Now quoth the Prince old father I walled know  
If these great kings shall beautify my name  
No no quoth he but from thy loynis shall grow  
One try whois fruit shall flurishe still with fame  
And one the bankis of silver forth shall show  
Tuo branches fair for to adorn that stream  
Who turnis and bous his crooked schoris about  
To keip such heaven blessed treasure eon got out. 
King Robert had a base soon that was erll of Ros of whom is discrended the tuo famous families of clak mannan and earth both surnemid 〈◊〉    

And so fairweill this said throu schaples air  
He went away, a light cleir bright and schining  
Enlightened all the Place so cleir and fair  
As Phoebus seimd but Phebe thence refining  
His pail old Beauty spent with age and cair  
The Prince his kneiss and dazzled eyes inclining  
Down falls he strait life seemed to leave his station  
Struck blind with light and dumb with admitatione.   

When he recovered of this brainsick trance  
He looked, about but could nowhere behold  
The cause of such a golden rediance  
Nor any wheir see that grave Prophet old  
Which changed and altered much his countenance  
Betwixt doubt and fear yet neids from thence he would  
Finding a beaten Path down to the plane  
That leids him wheir his horse doth yet remane.   

He takes him strait and doth from thence depart  
Revolving oft into his Princely mind  
If by Illusioun visioun dream or airt  
Or if he reft in Spreit such things dewynd  
But weighing weil each things with joyful heart  
He nothing think unpossible to find  
By might jove although man's shallow wit  
Can hardly be induced to credet it   

Thus while he thinks thus while he musing ride  
Six knights all armed weill monted he espyis  
Come towards him he for defence provyds  
Yield yield thyself or die the formest cryiss  
He nought replyid but boldie them abides  
Draving his noble brand them all defyiss  
And in schorttyme so quailed them with rebook  
That thrie he killed two chased and one he took.   

Then forward on his journay doth he hold  
And of his prisoner desires to know  
Who reuled that land he thus unto him told  
To day this country did me homage owe  
But I too rasche my fond attempts to bold  
Hearing of strangers landet heir below  
Wold with these few my cuntries-wrong prevent  
But you alone hath marred my fond Intent.   

And If you to King Eduard doth pertain  
Or to our Prince I pray you schow to me  
Or with theas lait cum troops if you remane  
Whom I but foresight thus would go to sie  
I hold of Eduard said the Prince again  
Theirof I'm sorry said the knight perdie  
Great pity warred in such unlaughfnll war  
So excellent a Knight should armour bear.   

Thus jest they thus they talk till they have gone  
far on the way at last they might descry  
A warlike troop in glistering armour schone  
Whom by their arms the Prince knew presently  
They knowing him with heigh applause each one  
Made know'ne how weill they liked his company  
He to his prisoner himself revield  
Who pardon begged and thanks to heaven did ȝeild.   

while days great Lord o'er heauns guilt roof far past  
Beholding Thetis' beauty where she lyis  
Redarting back his amours till at last  
Her love fird smills seimd to Inflame the skyiss  
He hurlls his golden Quhells down in the waist  
Breathless for haist he blushed yet down he hyis  
Where on the trembling silver waves she stood  
Than dive they both down through the christell flood,   

Eune then the Knight the King and all his trane  
Entreats that night beneath his rooff to rest  
Wheir too the King doth yield thus back again  
Right to his Palace they themself addressed  
But this brave Prince not long did heir remane  
For why a joyful hope his heart possessed  
Wheirfore he schipt in haist and took the Sea  
Hoping on his proud foe revenged to be,    

The Argument.  
By Fortune Valour and adventurous chance  
The Douglas doth relieve three Scottish Dames  
In arran's isle and doth from thence advance  
while he is brunt with loves Insulting flames  
Yet shoves he that on Mars not Cupid's lance  
Glory provides to hang triumphand Palms  
He finds his Lord to Scotland who returns  
And Turnberrie he sacks distroys and burns.  
Caput. 6.  

NOw may you think that I have lost the sight  
Of Douglas and forgot his warlike deids  
Who still pursues his chaise till Sable night  
To saive her friend & end his game futth speids  
Then from his weill spurred horse he doth alight  
To rest till heauns smyld on Apollo's steids  
But long he rests not when he hears a noise  
Confus'dlie jarring with a weiping voice.   

He takes his horse and their in haist doth ride  
Wheir as him thought he heard the woeful sound  
By Pheboes' sight at last he hes espied  
On horse some fifty knights who led fast bound  
Five knights thrie Ladeis all behind them tied  
Upon their horse the knights from many a wound  
Dyit the grein graze in reid that seemed to call  
For dread revenge showing the way with all.   

He follous still but lo they ride so fast  
That they by this had gottin to the shore  
And in a Tall schip soon from thence they passed  
He seis Sextein in arms their him before  
That them persewed with those he gois at last  
Unto a Bairge oft wissing to restore  
To liberty those poor distressed wights  
The woeful Ladeis and the wound knights, 
These war his fr●nds.    

Now these were led he met upon the shore  
By one Sir Robert Boyd a val' aunt knight  
They from the Army strayed not long before  
When on thrie Gentlemen they happed to light  
Who them be sought to aid them to restore  
Thrie Ladeis rane by cruel English might  
And coming nei● to Arren they conclude  
With Douglas only for to spend their blood. 
These englishmen whom they folowit was keipers of the castle of breithwick in arran.    

Wheitfore he caused them presently to land  
In haist to get betwixt them and their hold  
Which strait was down o happy they that found  
So brave a Guide Wise hardy fearless Bold  
In whoes mild look in whoes all conquering hand  
They Victory alreddie might be hold  
Now were they to the Castle near hand by  
Wheir all in sedret they did cloislie lie   

By then the English to the shore had brought  
Their Prisoners but all their wealth and store  
Within their Schip they left which all for nought  
From merchands schips they had bereft of yore  
And now strait to the Castle when they sought  
The Douglas gius the sign and steps before  
His warlike rout and with his sword and shield  
He cuts a bloody way out through the field.   

Thus in a rage forth through his foes he dreve  
Whoes virtue's valour thrists for gloreis' crown  
With every blow a soul bids earth adieu  
Their new array he breaks their ranks beat down  
So many shields he cleifed and knights our threw  
That too much Valour hindered much renown  
For lo a wall of bodeiss died he layid  
Wheirof the rest in neid a Rampere made.   

Transported thus with heat with wraeths and Ire  
Now heir now their he woeful Slaughter's wrought  
Astonished then some did with fear retire  
Yet some for shame stikx to't amazed in though  
Uther's that scorned such wonders to admire  
Vou's dread revenge and on him still they sought  
Yet those that fools were thought did wisely fly  
And those that wisely stays like fools they die.   

while he not wearied thus with killing fights  
Their Captane stout that Hastings heght to name  
Forth from the Castle comes with twenty knights  
Whoes fresh supplies with fury most extreme  
Beats down their foes and stays even in their sights  
Fair Victory with glory prais and fame  
That crowned was come and smyld on them before  
But now 〈…〉 her back and threats 〈◊〉   

Which when the noble Douglas had espied  
Viewing their fierce and val'aunt captane bold  
He leaves his task and forth with thither hyit  
Whoes cheirfull sight his manglid band did hold  
From present flight while he so weill applyit  
His matchless strength that his keen blaid groune cold▪  
In their warm blood his heat so oft renewed  
That now they first did fly who first persewed.   

Thus rairlie changed the fortune of the broyll  
Hastings with threats menace them still that fly  
And now in equal balance stood the toyll  
Ah heavins you feeble Soldiers said he  
Shall you almost a hundredth have the foyll  
Of but few more, then half a scoir you see  
Ah shame you ever hence the name to bear  
Of English so victorious in wear.   

This said he gaizd and staring round about  
At last he flees with fierce and angry look  
Forth throw the throng against the douglas stout  
A stiff steill pointed dairt he strongly schook  
And as an bow an arrow swift schoots out  
Singing throghe air such sounding air it took  
while as the hardy fearless knight opposed.  
His shield against all dangers on disclosed.   

This strange and mighty throw pierced douglas shield  
And in his armour stayed which queiklie done  
The warlike douglas doth the wapin wield  
And gave his foe no leisure for to schune  
'Gainst whoes strong arm his arms could be no beild  
Quite through his right side past it too too soon  
For at his heart he aimed yet forced him fall  
Which doth abate the courage of them all.   

love sorrow fear threu forth confution fast  
Yet quickly they resolve and in their fray  
Takes up their wounded Lord and thence they passed  
Yea soorlie this had bein their laitest day  
But nights dark schaids between them slipped at last  
And forced them both asyd their arms to lay  
For if heauns cheirful lamph●d biddin in  
The val'a unt douglase force the tower had win.   

Now they the woeful Prisoners vntyeed  
Who fell with humble reverence on the ground  
Praising almighty Jove who did provide  
The douglas that their way to safety found  
When he the ladeis Beauteis weill espied  
He wondered what wild sauge would have bound  
Their mingled bodies with their dainty hands  
Fitter for arms embrace then iron bands.   

For their neat bodies-daintie sweit and rare  
Was exquiseit and excellent he thought  
That eune almost his martial mind, all care  
Of Arms forgot and loves delight he sought  
The youngest beauty did his thoughts Ensnare  
Her face, Eyes, hair, her all, by nature wrought,  
Was in the rarest and the finest Mould  
That heart could wish, hand touch or eye behold,   

But now because the Night was waxing dark  
He did from thence unto the shore reteir  
Wheir they at anchor found the English bark  
Which they of all resistants soon did cleir  
And lancing from the shore they did remark  
What store of wins they had what dainty cheir  
And as there former task great Praise obtained  
So by the last a wondrous wealth they gained.   

With dainteis cloyed at last they go to rest  
And sets their weatch but lo no rest at all  
The Douglas finds love did him so molest  
Now he's become enchanting beauteis thrall  
Loth was he that his love should be possessed  
By one to whom he was a debtor small  
And by her changing passiouns sore it seimde  
That she of late sum knight had much aste●md.   

But that you may the truth more clearly know  
Thrie sisters borne were these fair ladeiss thrie  
Their noble syir of children had no more  
Great was his wealth his house and lineage hie  
His reveneus he wholly did bestow  
On those thrie ladeiss yet did thus forsie  
To give the youngest whom he most afected  
The better half whoes worth he most respected.   

All thrie to their old Syir such reverence boor  
And each to uther had such mutual love  
As still his pleasure was their pleasure sure  
His will they did with willing minds approve  
A brave young knight the yungest would procure  
In mareage and still his soot did move  
Whom she did nather love nor hait out right  
Sir Andrew Murray heght this valiant knight   

Those ladeiss chanced one day abroad to go  
To Neptune's sandy shore for their delight  
With whom this knight went forth and tuentie more  
No Armour but a sword had every knight  
It chanced eune then hard by a crag belo  
Those English came a shore whoes suddant sight  
puts those poor ladeiss in so great a fray  
That they obtained a rich yet esie pray.   

Murray long time the ladeiss did defend  
With cheirfull words encuraging the rest  
But lo their was no safety for in end  
Fiftein their dyit the remander, possessed  
As presoners they hold and then extend  
Their wretch which in that land their walth increase  
At last they fled with shame and with rebook  
These folloud thame whom Donglas overtook.   

And only by this warlike Erlls brave hand  
War they repaid of all their former wrong  
Amongst the rest of Prisoners he found  
This Murray who had looud this lady long  
All this the valiant erll did understand  
Informed by conference the rest among  
And thought indeid he loved that gallant knight  
Yet in the lady was his chief delight.   

Now on the seas they stray a certain space  
Till on a night the count that silent lay  
Upon his bed did hear one cry alas  
Will thus my lady all my hope betray  
is my long love reward with disgrace  
Ah grief alas what will the world now say  
On wings of hope I mount above my might  
And now am forced with Phaeton to light.   

Ah who so feids on women's double words  
Runs with a straingeling Tove to meit despair  
Who kindness to their wanton looks affords  
Heaps on themself a hell of endless care  
Who to her smills applies loves sweit concord's  
With scorn and shame they shall their thoughts ensnare  
Yea who upon a Woman's voves shall dream  
Can ne'er be red of woe, grief, cair and shame   

But I must love her I must love her still  
And loveing her eune loving I must die  
Or shall I leive my friendly foe to kill  
That thus deprius my hops, O no not I,  
I will my very soul in tears distill,  
In sighs consume my heart, with groans jyll tie,  
On willing death unto my torterd mind,  
And with all pains, end to one pain shall find.   

Though this disdained disgrated and quite forlorn  
Yet her poor soul even her I can not blame  
But fortune proud that to this knight hath sworn  
O'er all the Earth she will extol his name  
And nature that did weep when he was borne  
For all her wealth hangs at his virteus beam  
Yea she in him herself excels so far  
Compaerd with him all vthers she doth mar.   

Ah thrice unhappy I that e'er did yield  
As Prisoner unto the english foe  
Thrice happy I, if slain into the field  
Then had she piteid if not loved I know  
But o this knight did with his sword and shield  
Fry me from bands and yet he fred me so  
As giving life and saving this my Breath,  
He sends to me a far more cruel death   

Heir sorrow cuts his sad discourse at last  
With many grievous groans, with sighs and tear's  
Whereat this warlike Lord was much aghast  
When as this woeful song had pierced his Ears  
His ladeiss love all other caer's surpassed  
Her divine shape grafted in his mind he bear's  
And yet he thinks he wrongs that worthy knight  
Whoes faithful love long since made known his right.   

Wheirfore in time he would command these fiets  
And loves fond flammig passiouns would remove  
But o commanding in his heart she sits  
Ruelling the motionis of his soul above  
It would him kill or near distraught of wits  
If he the meanest thought of lose shuold prove  
Yet straightly he thinks with reason man's Indeut  
That by himself his lusts might be subduet   

Thus tossing thousand, Passions in his mind  
At last he vovis himself for to command  
Now Phoebus had his golden locks untwind  
And them in Thetis crystal glass upband  
When cutting Neptouns back a fare they find  
Thrie warlike ships come toward them from land  
Wheirfore in Arms each one themself addressed  
And at their Lord's devotion than they rest.   

Now all of them did in his presence stand  
And forth he cau'sd the ladeiss to be brought  
And thus said he fair Dames you understand  
What I and these most valiant men have wrought  
By jove his only, aid we took in hand  
Your honours safety your relief we sought  
though Heavins did favour this our enterprise  
You know it was more desperate than wise.   

And though all knights indeid should Armour bear  
For ladeiss and in their defence to feght  
Yet I more shameless than the rest I fear  
Of you fair Eve for so the yungest heght  
Would crave reward which you may weill forbear  
Yea I would have your oath 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 bend upon the ground  
Through soon bright beauty shined her crimson blood  
Which sudden Tempest past she quickly found  
This answer (while the Gallant trembling stood  
Expecting that which his poor Soul should wound)  
Cursed be the child his Dame ganesay is in ought,  
Who his deir life with her life's hazard bought.   

Glade was she for to grant what e'er he would  
Who would to him have geu'ne herself and all  
Wheirfore again she made this answer bold,  
Brave knight your will I promise and I shall  
(Mine honour saiff) perform 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 through all his Veins, forth-went  
Stopping the Organ of his speech a space  
To what he would he should notched give consent  
And what he should he would nought that embrace  
Proud Cupid from her fiery looks foorth-sent  
Love burning dairts that more and more increase  
His thoughts at last he thinks his own he'll make her  
Her heart fleis through her eyes and prays him take her▪   

And while he goes within hes arms to catch her  
Casting his Eat aside he their espyiss  
Her faithful knight who all this time did watch her  
Love, 
A strife betuix the passions of the mind and resson●,  Fury, Wrath, Disdain, a combat tries  
In his sad looks and Rage bids still dispatch her  
But black despair did thus to him devis  
More honour is't thyself to Saccrefies  
And tell disloyal her thou loyal dies.   

So shalt thou end thy else e'er endless pain  
And die with honour to her endless shame  
No take his life quoth Jealousy again  
Quoth reason why he does not bear her blame  
Quod Courage shall he unreproved obtain  
Then thou no man much les a knight by name  
Quod Reason if he die she hate thee shall  
Then quoth Despair kill Him, her thou and all.   

But reason says and Pity takes her part  
O will thou kill thy nations lamp of light  
No rather go to him with all thy heart  
And give him all thy interest all thy right  
So shall thou win great praise and heighe desert  
Quod Beauty first deprive thine Eyes of sight  
No then quoth Love thy heart first must thou tear  
Forth from thy breist for her Ideas their.   

Which is the star that reulls thy life thou knois  
while he thus reuld with jaring passions stands  
Sad pity moved this brave young earl make choice  
Beauty to fly and brak loves mighty bands  
And thus he said if heaven will that we lose  
And that those pirates get ws in their hands  
No torment shall sufficiently assuage  
Their cruel will their fury and their rage   

So gladly would they wish revenge to take  
Of forty which we last of theirs did kill  
Wounding their Lord though we but few did laik  
But so Eternal Majesty did will  
Now theirfoir first I wish you to forsake  
Our company let hap ws good or Ill  
And take those knights which heir on you attend  
Those shall with you home to your counttie wend.   

And in the light swift sailling Bairge you may  
Be out of reach or these our foes come near  
But this is it I will you to obey  
Which of your heavins sworn oath shall make you clei●  
That presently you take without delay  
Brave murray for your Knight and husband deit  
though I myself you to myself could wish  
If to my taste were tied no other dish.   

Let him your chest and spotless heart receive  
Himself and his true love deserus no les  
And so your sisters he and you shall leave  
Ws to our fate while his great worthiness  
With these your knights shall you from danger save  
God grant in wealth ease honour you increase  
Wheir with good Murray efter thanks replied  
Not so brave sit I will with you abid.   

Till this sharp threatening storm be our bloune  
or else I surly were to much to blame  
Yea and the like goodwill the rest hath shoes  
But none would he accept nor none would name  
Except brave Boyd in fates of arms weill known  
And with him ten bold fearless full of fame  
But eve thus gone proud love must neids obey  
She this for grief brave Murray murnes for ay.   

Our gallant Earli the sight abids by sea  
And very long in fearful hazard stands  
At last he wins and Sinks one of the thrie  
And mightily the uther two demands  
To yield, till both in end at forced to fly  
By the approach forth from the western lands  
Of one new fleit even quikle rigid forth  
By Bruce that famous Prince and full of worth   

Who glad was Douglas thus again to find  
Whose lose with wondrous care he oft lamented  
All what the Prophet had to him divind  
He told him there who thereof much contented  
Praisis almighty jove with thankful mind  
Now that their foes might quickly be prevented  
The King his army their would set on shore  
Wheir persie reuled and he was Lord before. 
〈…〉    

Two times heauns glorious golden Post had passed  
Mesuring the boundless bounds of all the sky  
When Austere to the shore their fleit had chaste  
With cheirfull shouts each one a land did fly  
With thundering found'st of Trumpets inter●aist  
They rear aloft the royal standard hy  
Wheir as the princely Lion in his jaus  
Wold fo's entomb asunder torn with Paus.   

Their Tents they Pitch down in a pleasant plain  
while their glad rumour through the land aroise  
Fresh troops from each pairt to them fleis amain  
All wished to shakebag ye yok of their proud foes  
Brave Eduard here's his brother's come again  
To him he with a gallant troop forth goes  
This dantles Prince so fierce was and so bold  
He threatening Fortune by the hair did hold.   

Now our great King a Niece had near hand by  
A Lady full of wisdom wealth and worth  
Who marchiss to the Camp Maiestiklie  
To view her Royal Cusing came she forth  
And with her brought a gallant company  
In Arms, dreid Mars the Lord was of their birth  
Into his Wars those knights she did convoy  
He thanks her, her he intertains with joy,   

She unto him those sad misfortouns told  
That by mischance had chanced since he departed  
How his fair Queen to his proud foe was sold  
His brother neil and Mares great Earll had smarted  
Kindrimme also won, and how that hold  
By filthy treason brint was, she imparted  
And how his greatest foe King Eduart dyit  
Whoes sone young Eduard now his place supplyit   

Through all the Camp these rumours sadly goes  
Of these misfortouns that each one abased  
For all doth ade these new mislucks to thoes  
That had so much before their fames defaced  
Their Prince that seis their courage now they lose  
And for true worth had frantic fear embraced  
Caused bring them all before his royal throne  
And wisely thus encorag'd every one.   

Brave gallant friends with me that have remained  
Against so many fearful dangers passed,  
So many painful travels that sustained  
Nor from your necks my yock for want would caft  
Of hunger thirst and lose you ne'er complained  
Nor nothing could your noble minds aghast  
Though fortune thus hath smyld upon our foes  
Shall we of fear and not of fame make choice?   

No no the Lord forbid we should refuse  
This war so just wheirto we all are borne  
though conquest with our foes so long doth use  
And our poor woeful country seimes forlorn  
It is not destiny but Sins abuse  
Not man but God that hath our country torn  
That we may evil and sin and pride reject  
And with repentance murne for our defect.   

Yea if we do with sad repentance mourn  
No doubt but his sweit merceis he'el extend  
His love and favour back he will return  
So hard beginnings have an happy end  
Our foes he will consume destroy and burn  
To cruel them he this reward shall send  
That when we have triumphed on their decay  
themselves shall be unto themselves a prey. 
●o it fell forth soon after.    

Thus endit his Prophetik speech divine  
Which breathing life in their dead hope they leive  
His countenance with lightning seimd to shine  
From his bright looks did courage them revive  
And humbled all befoir Jove's sacred shrine  
With fasts and prayer these starry walls they cleive  
Before the Lord themselves they humbly lay  
With brokin hearts and weiping souls they pray   

The King and all his Princes of estate  
Of Godliness and faith ensampills be  
With fasting public prayer and sins regrait  
The one eternal everlasting th●ie  
They do beseich to Pardon them ingrait  
And vieu with mercy this their misery  
Thus they invoek and from the Iord above  
On them descends grace, mercy conquest, love.   

Now while they brought their solemm fast to end  
And holy vous unto the lord had made  
To turnberry their hasty course they bend  
It would ●hey first besige and first invade  
Which town the warlike pierce did defend  
Within the castle strong himself abade  
By warlike bruce environed so about  
That nought but fear gets in and courage out.   

So suddantlie so vnawars They came  
That they no time had left unto them so  
Their town to victual or their strenghts to frame  
Them to defend or to offend their foe  
No rolling forc no Engine nor no ram  
Our Gallants sought the walls to overthro  
By force he enters at the first essay  
And to his army gives it as a prey   

But still the Persie did the castle hold  
Built on a rock impregnalbe it stands  
Thrice feirslie he assaults and thrice the bold  
Northumbrean, beats back his valiant bands  
At last the warlike Persie yield it would  
For want of victalls in the Prince his hands  
Not moved forsd feared by Gold by strength nor terror  
want breeds his faultless fault his guilteles error.   

This worthy Prince his army heir would rest  
Wereit with travel both by sea and land  
His foes disigns to vieu he thinks it best  
Which charge he puts unto the Douglas hand  
For this attempt himself he soon addressed  
With him twice twelve hid dangers to withstand  
And forth they went the Contreie for to view  
What they by valour wrought doth next enseu.    

The Argument.  
The warlike Douglase on his journey goas  
Wheir his most loved Lord did him command  
He finds a deing knight that sadly shoes  
A tale most Pitiful to understand  
Which doth a woeful Injury disclose  
Wheir of he vous revenge and in that land  
He knou's a knight who is counsel doth obtane  
Douglase chief strength the English bands are slave.  
Caput. 7.  

FAir fortunes knight that erst had ta'en in had  
The country all about to view and see  
And all the fois designs to understand  
when titanes spous with purple wings forth fly  
The golden bars heaunis silver gates upbàd  
She strait undois when with dreid majesty  
On silver pavid heavins her Lord of light  
Rolls forth his golden whiles and chareot bright   

The weestern lands in clouds of night enrolled  
From shadow is dark of death he doth release  
When as the earl so strong so stout so bold  
Brings forth his troop weill armed and thence a pais  
He marched o'er daells, hills vaills and forests old  
And paissaige fry he finds in eve rye place  
For being oft encountered by his foes  
Fair victoorie still forward with him gois   

This conquering Lord thrie days surth Iournayed right  
When in a would hard by a river side  
They sadly hearea woeful groaning knight 
A pitiful ●eild told the doug●●e by a gentleman of dou glaifdail called kenedie.   
Forth throu the grous to him in haist thy ride  
Who deadly wound lay a woeful sight  
His gory blood the flourie verdir dyit  
The earl with pity sadly him desoght  
What murderers that cruel act had wrought.   

He weakly leans his head upon his hand  
Wan was his face pail death haith dimmed his sight  
An hollow sound his deing voice yet found  
These words he braethed faintly as he might  
Ah shall the conquered conquerors with stand  
When even themselves against themselves still fight  
Ah heavins thy wrath procured doth now descend,  
Ah scott's, your name, fame, glory, now must end.   

In Douglas duelt I kennedy I hight  
My wife a lady was alas too fair  
To fair alas my sorrous doth indight  
Her too chaste mind was fraughted with virtues rai●  
In her was all my joy all my delight  
With her remained my heart my thought my cair  
Yea she me also loved as much and more  
She me esteimd all earthly joys before   

A hundredth soldiers and a captane bold  
In Douglas strongest castle doth remane 
This captane his name was 〈◊〉   
These hath the land in all mischeiff enrolled  
Which now by wrong to clifford doth pertane  
By wrong usurping Edward's gift and gold  
while the right heir defers his right to gane  
And all the land obeys this captains will  
Ether in right or wrong in good or jil.   

One day he chanced my lady for to view  
while she one divine service did attend  
while as enamoured strait of her he greu  
Whom not enjoyed death would affection end  
Friendship hevrged on me thus did enseu  
Tuixt me and him great love but still he feigned  
For all his friendship was for to desceave me  
And of my chiefest joy for to bereave me.   

Such friendly love he seimed to me to bear  
Confermd with words with vous with oaths not feu  
That my too trusty mind could noway fear  
From such fair sugrad words decept t'inseu  
But lo he whispered in my ladeis ear  
That I to her did bear a mind untrue  
By this one 'Slight to win his soot he tryit  
When by all uther means he was denyit   

No head to this fond tail at first she took  
At last he urged so far he takes on hand  
She should it see her eye theiron should look  
Providing that she would but cloisllie stand  
And nothing would beuray to his rebook  
Wheit to she yields at last which erst I found  
Then forth into a Grove he did her bring  
Our which a mighty clisted rock did hang   

Near to my house this quiet walk dothly  
By which a clear swift running river glyds  
A Sister hath my lady near hand by  
That with her sire a grave old knight abide  
For her the captane seimd in love to die  
When Pensive oftentims alone he rids  
He haunts my house and yet no Ill I deimed  
His virteus worth I still so much esteimed   

while oft he pensive seimd and sad with grief  
I much desired the cause thereof to know  
Oft wished I to his wois to find relief  
When after great and much Entreaty lo  
He so disgueised his thoughts that to be brief  
He made me to believe his ceaseless woe  
Proceids from lady Ann's fair beauteis beam  
For so my ladeiss sister heght to name   

I pitied him and glad of this his love  
Promeisd his suit should cunningly be wrought  
For which in sacreit I her mind would prove  
This he allous for this was all he sought  
But prayed I to my wife sold nothing move  
Nor she nor any else should know his thought  
But trist her to that secret Grove I should  
And their alone to move her if I could   

When night driu's day down from the western lands  
Yew ' ne then he brings my lady forth to vieu  
Wheir I and her fair sister cloislie stands  
Within a Grove of bussis thik that greu  
My Arms Embraced I gripped and wrong her hands  
And of these words I softly did reneu  
Thou then most worthy fear not loves annoy  
Be secreit still and thou shall all enjoy.   

This hard my lady like to burst for grief  
Tortred with burning love and cold disdain  
Whilst I poor Soul knew nought of this mischief  
Which to acquit my pains he doth ordane  
Yet to his love this finds him no relief  
Her spotless name for this she would not stain  
But closely heaps her pane her grief her woe  
In her poor heart till it sold burst in two.   

As doth a new fresse strong and might wine  
pierce throw and burst his vessel old a shunder  
So would her sorrous split her heart in twine  
So oft she wished to fall her Burden under  
But he that could not work with this Engine  
His lust to fury turned almost o wonder  
Yet loath by force to work this cruel fate  
Lest he were thought of all the most ingrate.   

Not that he caired for creder faith or fame  
But that he feared some fatal punishment  
while as his passion birneth so extreme  
As if it lested death would all prevent  
For sickness doth him quite from health reclaim  
His vital pour's a burning ague spent  
Wheirwith he seimd tormented so indeid  
As his disease all human panes exceid.   

Such grief for his disease I did conceive  
And such the love was I to him did bear  
Of food of rest of sleep did me bereave  
Nor can I half express my loving fear  
One day I happed of his disease to crave  
The ground or cause which long I could not hear  
Ah if your health were in my pou'r said I  
Or that my life with death your life might by.   

Do then to me your Sorrous all declare  
That if I can both would and should relive you  
Hope healeth woe wisdom our comes despair  
And counsel can remeid all pains that grieve you  
By craft by strength by wit or forsights care  
We shall have hence all hurt that doth mischief you  
Let not fond shame 'gainst health and faiftie strive  
Fly willing death while hope is yet on live.   

So earnestly in woe these words forth brak  
As he at last to tell me seimd content  
And having pausd a little thus he spak●  
Dear friend it fear's me much you shall repent  
When ye have known what doth my sorrous mak●  
And to my death you will give soon consent  
For in my death much pleasure does belong you  
In life I can not leive except I wrong you,   

No then said I, I fear not let me know It  
Come weill, come woe, come death, come life, come either  
Weill than said heun willing I shall show It  
Your wife her beauty nay my folly Rather  
From both of these or either love doth drove it  
Or shall I say more treulie fate and nather  
Which secretly I smothered have so long  
And rather chuisd to die then do you wrong.   

To chaiss this fram●● passion from my mind  
I you desired to move her Sister Ann  
For to her beauty had I bein inclined  
I haply had left off wheir I began  
But since remeid at all I can not find  
Except of all the earth the only man  
Whom I loved best I should so fare injure  
Death first unto my love shall end procure.   

These speiches pierced my heart in through mine ear  
Nor tongue nor hand nor fute could stir or move  
Great was the love Into my wife did bear  
Him both I loved and pitied as did prove  
Who rather chuisd to die without all fear  
Then me to wrong this all the rest above  
This this I say even this alone 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 myself and all my joys beside  
Then such a worthy friend should make a choice  
Of death if I can for his life provide  
And to be short at length we did dispose  
The matter so that kind too kind I tried  
For in my place I did him so connoy  
Her thoughts unstained he did herself enjoy.   

But I myself such grief did soon conceive  
A thousand deaths unto myself I wished '  
For Jealousy did in my soul engrave  
Such endless pains that I no torment missed '  
Such eating corrasius my wits bereave  
That my too woeful heart was like to burst  
Ah woeful act which doth my soul afraie,  
Myself consents myself for to betray   

But he all reason did exceid so far  
And with Ingratitude so much was stained  
That of my joy he did me quite debar  
For when he had his filthy lust obtained  
He then bewrayt himself which all did mar  
And which was more of me he also faignd  
That I contrived the Plot that I did send him  
Her I disdained her I did gladly lend him   

Wheiratshe did conceive such endless grief  
That presently she doth resolve to die  
while he even he that wrought this great mischief  
Departs in haste and to his strength doth fly,  
I all this Time of cares found no relief  
Wondering that to his bed retornd not he,  
Wherefore I in the morning strait arose,  
And to the Chambre where she lay forth-goes.   

But there I found her, ah I found her there,  
As she was then, would God that I had been,  
A purple stream with milk mixed white & fair,  
Ran her more white and snowy breasts between,  
With child she was, the milk cold well declare,  
Ah too untimely fate, ah death I mean,  
Thus past help forth from the bed I drew her,  
And in my arms (ah woeful sight) did view her.   

Even as the Lily cliere, fresh, fair & white,  
Widdred with drught, grows wrinkled pale & black,  
So her saire face fair beauties choice delight,  
Did swartish seem, that life, blood, moisture lack,  
In her dim Eyes, death did my Crime indite,  
Once looked she up, and once these words she spoke,  
Aeh let my guilty blood wash forth the stain,  
That cruel you, to my chast-bed did gain.   

Ah let my Soul mount to heighe justice throne  
And their sound forth a sad still sad revenge  
Heavins only viewed my Chaste Chaste thoughts alone  
Heavins only may forgive this murder strange  
Heavins only oves my chaste vous every one  
Heavins only wronged since I my voves infringe  
Heavins only then your wrath fierce wrath surceas you  
And let my blood thus sacrificed apeas you.   

These words Appeased you sealed up de●ths sad birth  
And her last breath deir breath deir life deir all  
Ah cursed death bereft earth's rarest worth  
Ay me for shame while he on shame did call  
Shame closed his lips the sound went warklie forth  
Shaming to shaw what after did befall  
His moving, speiche, his sight and all was lost  
Down falls his head and he yields up the Ghost.   

Himself had killed himself they surly scanned  
But when they weigh these his first speiches right  
Ah shall the conquered conquerors with stand  
When evin themselves against themselves do fight  
They think some friend of hers that their him fan●  
Had done the died or else some English knight  
A●det by scott's had killed him for the same  
Surmiseing that himself had killed his dame.   

But why or housoeur he shed his blood  
They all lament this woeful tragedy  
while their brave Lord auoued to taste no food  
Till he had ta'en revenge most rigoruslie  
Of that same English Lords Ingratitood  
Wheirto occasion fitly did apply  
A present mean wheir by he might forthfill  
His we'll made vow and work his warlick-will.   

By this the light gave place to schaddous brown  
And sable clouds had maskit all the sky  
When from the hills and forests they come down  
And man valley fare they might espy  
Ane stately palace far from any town  
To which this warlike creu did haist in high  

* This old gentleman was callit dictione and is now called simintone of yat ilk and dueleth as yet kard by the castle of douglas and hes his living of that house for the same.  Wheir they a reverent aged knight did find  
That gius them Entertainment to their mind.   

To a Chambre richly heung the Earl was brought  
And their disarmed by a lady fair  
The rest was all unarmed and with a thought  
They to a stately hall did then repair  
Wh●●s Tables ritchlie spread their soon was brought  
All kind of meats all kind of dainteis rair  
Thus were they served to supper in such sort  
As might become a king for Princely port   

The supper done the worthy count began  
To question with his hosts both grave and wise  
His lineage house and name required he tk●n  
And who doth reule that Provence when he lyis  
Brave sir quoth he, I'll till you truely when  
Fair Schotlands' glory mounted to the sky'is  
When in sueit calms of peace her native borne  
Decked her fair front whoes wealth did thame adorn   

even then I served a too too noble Lord  
Heir silent long scarce could the rest essay  
Grief kindness, love, and pity weill deploird  
His grievous lose, tears did his woes beuray  
This quandary once past and speiche restoird  
He thus began again even him I say  
Whom english Edward did by wrong surmeiss  
In prison close and their ah their he this.   

Douglas great earldom did this Lord enjoy  
A sone he had both young strong fair and wise  
The fruct that keipt his years from age annoy  
The Caskat rich wheir all his tressour lyis  
Sent unto france while he is yet a boy.  
And to return it seems he still denyiss  
while heir the Clifford holds his reveneus'  
Who tirranizing all the land subdeus.   

Ah were he heir age from my wrinkled brou  
Wold soon depairt and youth would once transport  
Those silver hair's with strength and vigour new  
That would my limbs and weakened arms support  
This arm should make him way for to reneu  
His just revenge in such a wondrous sort  
That England's King should quake for fear and shame  
When in his ears fame thundered forth his name.   

Why said the Earl and if himself were heit  
How could he be revenged upon his foes  
Whoes strength nor his much greater doth apeir  
Which makes our Prince even Bruce so oft to lose  
No no said he God shall his wraith reteir  
And make brave Bruce shine like the morning rose  
Whose beauteous branches each wheir spreads & springs  
Whose odours sueit the senses comfort Brings.   

The count for joy cutting his speiches short  
In quir's his name who told he Dikson heght  
And then he calls to mind his father's court  
Wheir he hade sein him many a joyful night  
So that Embracing him he doth report  
His name and how he was his Lord by right  
Whereat he humbly Kneills and doth Embrace  
His feitt for joy while tears bedeu's his face   

Now each of other's sight did much rejoice  
And after they had talked and argued long  
The erlle inquirs what way he might oppose  
Himself against his foes inflicting wrong  
Brave Lord said he too Morrou all our foes  
Will muster forth their glorious forces strong  
Under the conduct of a valiant knight  
Who heir reulls all beneath the Cliffords might.   

This man within your chiefest strength doth bide  
His proud commanding Garesone with all  
Palm Sunday is to morrou: All provide  
Their Palms to bear at that chief festuall  
They all to Church in sumptuous manner ride  
Vow by the way may cause them catch a fall  
Myself shall lead the way unto your trane  
And if I can the formest Bront sustane,   

Glaid was the erie so fit a mein to find  
Wheir on they both concloud then goes to rest  
And on Olympus or proud Titan shined  
The ancient knight in arms himself addressed  
He raised the Douglas whoes still restless mind  
Had baneift sleep and for revenge was priest  
Now with this knight he and his train departs  
Revengeful fire still burning in their haerts.   

And near into the Church when they were got  
They happed to meit an hoary aiged sire  
Whose woeful looks his woeful lose did note  
At whom the Earl did earnestly inquire  
What did he laike Sir knight quoth he my lot  
Is for to laike what most is my desire  
Which is alas my long desired Grave  
Aige, lose grief sorrou, doth all joys bereave.   

An daughter had I which was all my joy  
In whom I more than in ought else delighted  
But her from me an English did convoy  
An English that my nation ay dispighted  
I to the captane Plained of this annoy  
The captane that my wrongs should all have righted  
But greater wrongs then these himself hath done  
Wherefore to right all wrongs he still doth shun   

And thus my Daughter with my foe doth stay  
Her wrging to his pleasure for to yield  
while me thus scorned and mocked with long delay  
even now the captane with proud words revild  
As he with all his troops from church to day  
With Palms in hand was marching throu the field  
They all reiosing while my Griefs reneu  
And now they come my life for to pursue.   

The aintient knight looks up that diksone hight 
They war one a place called the bred libank over against the church from the which they come & joined with the English as they come out of the Church.   
And seiss a hundredth Armed men drau near  
And saeis brave Lord lo hear the long wished sight  
You of your vous and me of mine shall cleir  
Then with these words he doth begin the fight  
while as this Lord the rest with comforts cheir  
Whoes countenance their courage all appeilled  
Their Eyes, hearts, hands and all their foes assailed.   

Then burnt with hate of Glory praise revenge  
This all subdweing Earl rushed throu the rout  
Bright schind his looks, of sunlike beams a reange  
About his head did flame, his courage stout  
did his mild looks to sparkling fury change  
That shoots forth noble anger round about:  
On e'en they fight, and yet with valiant hand  
Their noble Lord made way to his small band.   

Who hemmed about in midst of all his foes  
His valiant heart and courage weill made known  
His name and fame his deids did weill disclose  
And every one to uther has him schoune  
All runs to him his life to make him lose  
Which fondly while they seik they lose their own  
For on his sword accusing each of error  
Sat dreidfull death all armed with feir and terror.   

Long fought he thus imbreud with goir and blood  
Till he at last their captane did espy  
Whoes knightly valour long he vieving stood  
By whoes strong hand four knights did breathlesly  
Wheirfore he steps to him with angry mood  
And him to mortal Battle did defy  
Which long in equal Balance did abide  
while each his strength and utmost valour tried.   

The angry count at last with wrathful heart  
Did in his stirrups raise himself on high  
His foe with force would set the blou apart  
But now no force his force could beir away  
On his left shoulder to his grief and smart  
The crimson coloured Brand did light whereby  
His warlike arm was from his body shorn  
Himself with force and pane to earth was borne.   

Now he who late did captanlike command  
Was as a captive forced for to obey  
while as this noble Earl with conquiring hand  
No longer with his prisoner would stay  
But where the rest in Battle strongly stand  
He thither haists, his sword sheirs fourth the way  
And shortly victor was of all the field  
forcing them all to die to fly or yield.   

The victory by heaunis decree obtained  
They thence depart the castle to surprise  
Wherein no soldier at all remained  
Nor any to gainstand them did arise  
This fortress since he had so bravely gained  
Heir would he rest and heir would he devise  
To make his Captives by one uncouth death  
To knou his you and justly kindled wraith.   

Low in a vault the captain first he band  
And all the uther captives him beside  
The grain and flower the Beir and wine he found 
It was ever efter called the douglas Ladner.   
Which they before could ne'er yneuch provide  
With this he filled the house wherein they stand  
Thus choked with meit and drowned with drink they died  
Whoes greedy gorgis ne'er suffisd with Ill  
Now in their death might gormandize their fill.   

Then all the tours he raised unto the ground  
And leveled all the ditches with the plane  
Poisoned the springs, and fontans which he found  
And to the wont liberty again  
Restored that land which long before lay bound  
Beneath a Tirrants servile ȝoak with pain  
But this estate they long remand not In  
Such was the wrath of angry heavins for sin.    

The Argument.  
Scotland's great King from treason ill contrived  
By heavens and his own valour is relieved  
Inspite of twice two hundredth he reprieved  
The victory which he alone at chived  
He resteth their till all his knights aryud  
The witty Hay is with his haste agrieud  
Fierce Eduard aid unto his brother lends  
Douglas to win his strength again in tends.  
Caput. 8.  

while fame with brazen breath did sowed o'er all  
What she had heard in Scota's faerest land  
Of Bruce return, whoes arm imperial  
Now our the western regions did command  
Great Eduards Viceroy did a consail call  
Wherein with grave advise he chuisd a band  
Of warlike Soldiers and there Captane bold  
Sir jugrham Bell, Achampion wise and old.   

Now these for to ganestand his pour he sends  
And for to keip him still Into the waist  
For he himself with greater power intends  
To pull the wide up be the root at last  
That squadron than their Warlike power extends  
And marcheing to the town of air they passed  
Wheiras their wary captane minds be slight  
To work his valiant foe a foul despite.   

Within this land an ancient knight did dwell  
Who of our prince had secret frendscip got  
He liebail heght whom th' English did compel  
Of his sad death for to contrive the plot  
Two valiant sons he had nay sons of hell  
Who stainis their fame with filthy treassons blot  
Nor this their treassone would at all reveal  
But waits to take occatioun by the heel.   

Near to king Robert's camp a Grove their lay  
Low by a rivers side and out of sight  
Wheir aiged oaks their branshed arms display  
And makes dim shaids with dark and gloomy light  
Heir oft our prince in secret vst to pray  
Heir lay the murderers till on a night  
Down to this grove the Prince alone descended  
On who is return a paige without attended   

No sooner 'mong these thickets did he go  
When he beheld wheir they had cloislie lain  
By what intelligence I do not know  
Or rather revelatioun most diwyne  
He calls his paige and from his hand does throw  
A crossbow and a bolt both sharp and fine  
The ancient knight he killeth with the same  
As he vnwar's too rashly fordward came,   

All armed the vaher tuo in wraith and rage  
Began him cruelly for to assaill  
But his good sword did both their wraiths assuage  
And did so much against them both prevail  
even then expired the daits of both their age  
They in their death dispaering curse and rail  
Against their fate and fortunes bad decree  
Of God who cairles leaves shall cairles die.   

Thus to the camp the Prince returns again  
Loud, honoured, feared, admired, and praised of all  
When night of day the victory did gane  
The Scoutts returned befoir his feit they fall  
while in his Regal Tent he did remane  
Presenting their a prisoner with all  
Who to this worthy Prince in secret shoes  
That he should be assailed by his foes,   

And how they would approach that very night  
Under thik darkness black and cloudy vail  
And would assault his Camp with sudden fight  
Nor would strong Trenches nought at all prevail  
With fire throune futth their Tents should burn so bright  
Yet could not this his wont courage quail  
But with a glaide and cheirfull countenance  
He doth inquir what way they would advance.   

Beyond this river are they yet said he  
And by a secreit ford they pass unknoune  
Then quoth the Prince heavins our Protector be  
As is our cause such be our fortons shoes  
Now he commands his captans for to sie  
That his small army from the Camp be drown  
And ranked in Battle forth upon the plane  
Wheir they in arms must all that night remane.   

To Guard the Camp he sxtie makes to stay  
And brings four hundredth forth with spear and shield  
With this small army he would neids essay  
To force his subrill foe to fly or yield  
And that brave Lord that bears the name of hay  
He doth create as General of the field  
Himself with only two would go and view  
The ford wheir they sold pass that would pursue.   

Now down the River side his course he bent  
From whoes steip banks heigh he crags and rocks arise  
And still he seis the farther that he went  
Higher the Shoir lover the stream still lyis  
At last wheir as the rocks in two was rend  
Their nature did a narrow path dewiss  
So to the River down or up might go  
But one in rank or at the most but two   

When this brave Prince this strength did well behold  
Quickly these two that with him thither went  
He back derects and prays in haist they would  
Drow up the rest his foes for to prevent  
For heir quoth he our foes to wsar sold  
To die what death we list for to invent  
Craft without crafe we should with stand in vane  
Heir will I stay till you return again.   

When they were gone he softly nearer drew  
while as he hears a noise and rattling sound  
Which still the longer heard the greater grew  
At last horse Braying men's shrill voice confound  
Yet these he vous his flight shall ne'er pursue  
Nor ought but death shall make him lose his ground  
When lo paill Phebe shynd so bright and cleit  
That he discryiss four hundredth horse well near.   

These crossing o'er the River 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 mortal blaid with stands  
Down falls the knight his reilling horse doth bend  
And fordward leaps but lo in both his hands  
The Prince his sword sheirs throu his hoary syds  
And for his Lord a bloody Tomb provides,   

Now with a shout the rest of this proud crew  
Throngs up the path and strongly him Inuaid  
Part climbing up the crags upon him flew  
And at his feitt they fall Leamed, Bruised dismayed  
Troad by their fr●nds they die the rest forth drew  
Their swords each other hurts, hast Love betrayed  
Straight way, dark night, fierce rage doth blind them so  
Each hurts his friend, for haste to harm his foe.   

But as a Roke, a Craig, or Cap of land,  
That fire air water raiging would divide  
Doth steadfast still and unremoved stand  
'Gainst thunder lightning tempests storm or tide  
even so the Prince ganstands this warlike band  
And all their rage their wrath their strength doth bide  
Still as they came in troops confoosd to find him  
He marcheing leave's them slain in heaps behind him.   

Their Leader formest now to speak began  
Ah shame quod he now never leive we more  
So m●nie hundredth beat by one poor man  
Should die a thousand deaths death cloisd the door  
An organ of his speech he staggering ran  
And reling twice he falls the Prince before  
Whoes sword had pierced his heart he lifts his eyes  
With half groaned words he threats & threatening this.   

The captain's Brother thirsting for revenge  
Thrusts throu the throng and to the Prince he hyis  
Wrath from his eyes forth sparkled lightning strange  
And with an Angry voice he sternlie cryis  
Ah villains you your credet thus infreinge  
Ah soldiers you no soldiers thus that seiss  
Your captane slain ah now return you never  
You Fasards wretches Outcasts cursed for ever   

Waik feeble faint for horse for sword or spear  
More fit for iron toolls than Armour bright  
Your heads Breists backs should havie burdens bear  
No helms nor shields should you adorn with light  
In courage place, is entered shame and fear  
No hope is left but in your feit and flight  
In darkest night your chiefest strength abides  
Darkness your shame your fear and faintness hyds,   

And full of rage for every word a stroke  
He gius our Prince whoes sword bears eurieble  
And while he yet enraiged would more have spoken  
He cuts his words and with them cuts in two  
His jaws on him death spreads his misty cloak  
He on his brother falls who leiving lo  
Him doth embrace both kish both souls remove  
O! Pity, great, O! Blessed, O! wandrous love   

Now forward rushed this single Campioun stout  
And makes such havoc always 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 roar and rout  
'Gainst Rooks or Thunders that heigh Tours down throes  
As earhquakes threat to burst the eairh a sunder  
His force so shaks thois bands O Strength! O wonder   

while thus he kills and driu's them back by force  
And all their blows vn-harmed un-hurt sustained  
Horse bruised their masters while he treads the horse  
In and beyond the stream they all remained  
Forced down with might the passage quite they lose  
When lo the army comes and quickly rained  
A storm of swords while trumpets roaring blast  
War's thundering tempests forth with lightning cast.   

Death, horror, murder, fear Grief sorrou Paine  
Came far before and with their talons wide  
Seize on their hearts and chilid in every vain  
Their vital Breath, that fleis itself to hide:  
Now are they so benoum, d that scarce remiane  
Strength for to fly Or force for to abide  
Some flee some fall some droun despaired alone  
Each uther hurts for haist for to be Gone   

The Prince by this of all his foes was cleird  
And sets him down upon a stone to rest  
Sueat on his face Blood on his arms appeird  
His breath was short faint heat his hairt oppressed  
Weary his arms his hands so stiffly steird  
He could not wield his sword which he possessed  
And lo the sword did seem no sword at all  
So blunted was the Edge and hacked so small.   

By this his Troops were come unto the place  
And for him calls and for him loudly cryiss  
But when they found him when they kneu his face  
In heaps they run to feid their longing eyes  
And down they fall his feitt for to embrace  
With thanks and praise to God they rend the skies  
That he alone overcums a thousand foes  
They doubt who wonders most or most reiocs.   

They find the captain and his Brother slain  
And fiftein more lie wallowing in their blood  
Some English were some Scots who felt the pane  
They gave who 'gainst their king and country stood  
In Gallowoy these Troops did all remane  
Holding that country in great feruitude  
They took King Edward's pay their captane bold  
Brought them in hope of gane praise, Glory, gold.   

But the Lord hay and other's grave and wise  
Against his rashness bitterly did chide  
Quod they what prove you in this enterprise  
No General nor no captane Prince nor Guide  
In whoes deir lose en'ne all our loss now lyis  
Nor ours alone but all this all beside  
Ah should you not to mind our nation call  
That but for you no nation were at all   

Alas do you of Glory so at count  
That It to gane one Empire you would lose  
Nor can you not to endless glory mount  
But to all dangers you yourself expose  
In vain poor valour doth for Glory hount  
If nought for good of wisdom he makes choice  
Be wise dear Lord since of our crown and camp  
You are the head the heart the life the lamp.   

He little answer to these speeches made  
But said he forced was either fight or flee  
Now to the camp triumphand ways they ryid  
While day shuts forth his silver horns on high  
Fame flees our all on War's wings sanguine reid  
And stroves the said of this great victory.  
Which back unto the camp brought many score  
Who crossed with fortunes bad had fled before.   

Edward the bold in Lennox now remiand  
And with thrie hundredth did that land subdeu  
Who hearing what his brother late had gained  
Returns unto the camp with all his creu  
The Douglas with his train that late obtained  
His own chief strength which last he o'er threu  
Hears that the Clifford had with wondrous care  
Re-edified the building much more fair.   

And left a warlike man a valiant knight  
To keep the hold with him three hundredth strong  
And he who thus commanded Thirswall hight  
A man who had in war experience long  
Yet would the Douglas needs essay his might  
And to the world make known his right their wrong  
To sixty now his train augmented were  
With those he would essay the chance of war.    

The Argument.  
An English vizard with great art foreshows  
The Douglas of spring great to these our days  
And how that happy family aroise  
To fortune's height where at the world may gaize  
The second time he doth himself apoise  
Against his foe and their with endless praise  
Our throws the captain of his chiefest streinth  
Then back to ead his Prince returns at leinth.  
Caput. 9  

NOw with this English captain did abide  
His Uncle old grave learned wise and true  
Whoes judgement deep was rairlie deified  
High mysteries and secreitts hid he kneu  
One day by chance the Douglas he espied  
Who thus unto the Captane quickly drew  
From this infused spiriet and flowing mind 
This captain heght thirsuall wha kipt the castle of douglas   
This History by hea'une long since devinde. 
The race of ye douglas is from Sir jemis to yis our time    

The righteous heir of that most famous line  
That shall the Scots fierce natione still adorn  
To whom and not without right doth incline  
These Lordshipes' great which Clifford holds in scorn  
Who once hath won this strength without engine.  
Whoes virtue be no time can be outworn  
Shall win the land again and it possess  
In vain would mighty England him oppress. 
Sir jamis Douglas lord Douglas.    

O'er him to triumph ne'er shall England boast  
But victor he shall overmore remain  
He shall not fear to meet their mighty host  
With his small troop the gatland still to gain  
while fortune his attempts hath never crossed  
He cloyed with conquest heir shall croce the main  
His Princes unperformed vow to bear 
He triumphed seavintie seven times over his enemies.   
Where infidels his worth shall knou and fear▪ 
He buir his Prince's heart to the holy grain.    

Nought without cause the west shall fear him still  
Their chiefest nationes force his sword shall tame  
And all the Eist his worthy praise shall fill  
To Ganges sounds the terror of his name  
But there a dreadful tempest shall him kill  
Yet of his death none dare the conquest claim  
His courage fierce shall arm his foes deceat 
He was thirteen times victor over the saracens.   
And thus himself subdewes himself to fate. 
He died in Spain folloving the victory too rashly, being enclosed be his enemies. Anno 2330.    

Here silence stays his tongue his speech is crossed  
Both joy and grief at once his heart oppressed  
Grief for so rare a knight that should be lost  
joy that his death should cure rich England's pest  
But now enamoured of his worth almost  
The Caiptaine him intreatts to sheu the rest  
And needs would know if heavens should nature will  
From such a root to bring such branches still.   

Ah quoth his uncle thence doth grief proceeded  
For as great Jove ordained one hatred still  
Betwixt the serpent and the woman's said  
So shall his line bear us and ours ill will  
while their ambitious minds on fame doth feid  
Yet heaven shall raise for to with stand this ill  
A famous race their dreadful wraith to bear  
Whoes worth shall prove right fortunate in war. 
The p●●sies ●ls of Northumberland.    

Now first of him descends that valiant Lord  
Whoes heighe atchivements shall his foes with stand  
His victoreis' most rare shall be decored  
With valour flowing from his conquering hand  
Yet cruelty in him shall be deplord  
Which hermitage doth fatally demand  
But for his valour worthily renowned  
Whoes deeds almost are all by fortune crowned. 
William Lord of lidsdail soon too Sir james of whom is descended the house of 〈◊〉.    

Then comes his uncle whoes all matchless brood  
Seems thundering flames with fire consumeing breath  
A new deluge one over whelming flood  
A storm that nipes our springs fair flowers to daith  
For he like thundering Mars embreud with blood  
To dreadful arms shall all his days bequeath  
But reuling for his Prince with royalty  
Too forward in his countries cause shall die. 
Archibald brother to fi● james Lord of Douglas was regent of Scotland he fought halidone hill and being too fordward was slain Anno 1333.    

His brother bold one English dame shall bear  
Whoes famous line in wondrous gifts exceids  
This man a mighty family shall rare  
That shall the world astonish with their deids  
Which at this time to sheu I will for bear  
Till thou have known who from the first proceeds  
Who valiantly in battle spends his life  
To bring to end his countries endless stryif. 
john Lord of dakeit of whom the house of Mortoun is descended, Whoes mother was one English lady called Feres.    

Then shall appeir that first great sheining light  
That dimes thoise blazing stars his heavins bright sune  
In midst of arms and thoundring wars dread sight  
At him is honours title first begun  
Conquests first fruits deoth much ogment his might  
Penwick his wraith they wealth shall over run  
And Berwick strong his angers birning fire 
With first Earl of Douglas,   
Shall turn to ash yet shall not quench his ire. 
His bre●●● was,    

His brother's worth shall to all times be told  
Whoise sone shall sore on princely Egels wings  
By wertueis rare and valour so extolled  
That he's preferred to prince's lords and kings  
In arms his fortune strength and courage bold  
Shall strive whoes mereits most the muses sings  
From this fair imp shall spring a faerer tree  
Whoes fruit shall much adorn this family. 
Archibald Lord of gallavay his son was Lord of midsdeall he mariet the Kings dochter, whom the King of France sewed for in marriage of him is descended the house of drumlenreik.    

But o thou Bellicous what man may know  
Thy verteus mind thy worth and warrlyk deades  
The brightest lightning of thy works doth show  
Daizling the beams that from thy peers proceides  
Heavins lamps removes their painted sirling so  
To bright Apollo's fiery flaming steids  
Yea thy rare line thy rarest virtues cleames  
In whom still shines thy former glories beams. 
james erlle of Douglas sone to william first earl he dismonted the persie befotr new castle and wan Otterburne being thrice strokin throu the body wheir he de●ld Anno. 1388.    

The deeds of all, thy deeds doth overturn  
All fortunes rare thy fortune foylleth still  
ere victor thou ne'er conquest shall return  
And York's proud walls bears witness of thy skill  
lastly that ever famous otterburne  
Seals all thy conquests 'gainst thy countries will  
while thou thrice wounded victor sheeds a flood  
To die thy latest triumphs with thy blood, 
His brother was.    

Thy valiant brother shall to the succeid  
Whose aufull looks presageth wrath t'insewe  
With him shall fortune like vayes forth proceeded  
And Lintone battle shall his prais renew  
But o his sone shall all that age exceid  
In wit and courage strength and valour true  
To princely steat in Europa's gairden fair  
He shall be reasd and honours great shall bear. 
Called archibald grim he van Cintone Battle the Persie and the erlle of march Anno 1403. his sone was called archibald Tynman Was valiant but most onfortunat who was slain at the battle of wernell in France Anno 1422. he was d●ck of Turin Lord of longuell and martial of France his one.    

Yet all in vain since fortune proud heath sworn  
The world shall build no trophy to his neame  
Nature doth him with such rear gifts adorn  
That she invying cuts the wings of feame  
He tries her favour oft but she doth scorn  
His suit, and doth hit favour quit recleame  
Thus he whom nature freames for gloreis' throne  
Fortune throves done for fate to treed upon,   

Then cumes that lordly earl whoes pourfull might  
Is both suspect and feared and vist more small  
Whoes race once run his sons with out all right  
Most fry the vay to rule by their great fall  
Which turns the Scots calm day to stormmie night  
Whoes tempest threats the kingdom crown and all  
Yet he that must succeed shall fly mischief  
And vislie to his End conceal his grief 
Archibald er●e of wigtoune duck of Turyn and Lord of longuvyll his sone will: duck of Turijn & Lord of longuvyll he was behaded in the castle of edinburgh 1445 to him succeided his uncle gross james earl of abercorne.    

This star gone down one other doth appeir  
Whose bold mind feeds the flame of martial fire, 
Williame duck of turyn Lord of longuvyle he maid his tua brother erlls of morray and ermound and the third Lord of balvene anno 1452.   
Yet shoots forth beams illustred white and cleire,  
Which shows to war or peace a like desire,  
At Honour's crown he aims, though never so dear,  
His conquering looks presageth martial Ire,  
To honours great he shall his breether raise,  
But he offends his prince, who ends his days,   

His brother then enraged upbraids there King,  
Whose minds bursts forth a storm of desolation,  
What he heapd up in silence forth they bring,  
A flood of war, a fearful inundation,  
That well might choke their foes o'er flowing spring,  
But vented wrong flows to their Prince's starioun, 
james second sone to thros james with his thrie brother of murray of mond and Bonenie a roise a gains the King and was pacified with tit deficultie.   
Yet this huge flood even in the height shall turn  
And of a boundless Ocean seem a burn.   

For with the wecht of their own heavy sway  
The currents swiftest motion they recall  
Their too too lofty minds doth mount so high  
That skoarchd with Phoebus' beams to earth they fall  
From topes of touring clouds in wars bright sky  
Their smook evanishd throne dissolves and all  
For why the heavens ordains no force of men  
To rouse the lordly Lion from his den.   

Yet their deserved fall shall not be such  
As shall extinguish that most famous line  
Nor darkine shall their wonted glory much  
Nor yet their former greatness shall decline  
though pride o'erthrows whom ere he hapes to touch  
But they be virtue shall their thoughts confyne  
Within the limits of their former worth  
Wherein they stretch their friutfull branches forth,   

Yet ends this reace their room the second line  
Obteanes and brings their wertues from the grave  
The first in worth and wondrous deads' shall shine  
If he from Shrosburre himself can saive  
Nor shall his sone to any vice incline  
But of dew praiss suift time shall him dissave  
Whoes second sone shall to the world bring forth  
A family of much redoutit wourth, 
George first erlle of angous was sleane at shrosburrie ending the persie ageans the King of England Anno 1403. George second e●lle of angous of his base soon called George the house of boundward is cum. Archi bald erlle of angus his sons and friends var all sleane at flouden he vent hom himself being reprehended for god counsel.    

But to bear up that house lo one appears  
Clad with the light of bright Aurora's rays  
Whoes great experience and whoes aiged years  
His Prince rejecteth and still at Flouden staves  
With whom he leaves thrie sons himself reteires  
Fearing his lords untie melie blasted bays  
And as he doth presaige so shall it fall  
Their dies his royell Prince his sons and all.   

Yet shall their rich and froutfull said spread forth  
Four brainches fair whoes frout is rypt by fame  
Whearof the second planted in the north  
Shall graice that soyll with blossoms of his name  
Nor shall the third know any vaunt of worth  
The fourth shall cleinge his blot in virtues stame  
But lo the firsts rare soon shall grease the line  
And shall our English roy ell blood proypne. 
Sir williame his second sone leard of glenberuie his ● soon leard of kilspindie williame his bas soon Lord of Torthorall Archi bald soon to George mester of angus he mar●ed the quine of Scottland sister to King Hendrie the 8 of England and begat margaret countas of Lenox mother to Hendrie dooke of Albany father to King jeames the 6.    

With that rare dame whoes heavinlie grease is such  
As her sons soon shall be that blaising light  
Whom all divyns and Prophets praise so much  
Of whom fair Albione longs to heave a sight  
The eme which all the prophici●s would twitch  
The joiner of this jills disjoined might  
For Albeone it's now in name alone  
But then in substance we shall Albeone.   

But leave we him till god appoint his time  
And turn ws to that Lord that ancient knight  
Whoes chairge is free vnchairged with any crime  
Famous for wit and fortunate in fight  
Not one beneath this cold distempered clime  
May claim more princely virtues for his right  
Yea An●kermure his fortune fare shall sie  
Where he obteans a glorious victory. 
The foresaid archibald that Mareed the ●●ine he w●● 〈◊〉 he died in Tamtallon Anno 1557.    

Two brother shall he heave both valiant knights  
From whom two famous fam●●●is shall spring  
The first's rear soon weill skilled in martial fights  
Obteans his uncles please in every thing  
Thus is that house prepaeid of glorious lights  
By heavins eternal universal king  
For reulls the line, they sore in virtuous deids  
And if the breanch? itself that breanch exceids. 
His second brother Lea●d of pittindreich his 3. brother pi●ot of condinghame David sone to the Leard of Pittindrich succeided his uncle archibald earl of of angus 1558.    

Then comes the last of this fair braench in fine  
For virtue called the good when from the north  
Shall come a knight that shall succeed by line  
Who weighed with him, doth equalize his worth  
And yet with fame can not the world propine  
So loath is time to bring occasioune forth  
Yet virtue for his sone shall grace prepair  
And thus to fame shall measour forth his shair, 
Archibald sove to David earl angus died with out is hue 158. Williame the 3 from Sir Williame first Leard of glemberuie succeided Earl of angus he died Anno 1591.    

Heavin cheanging time shall seville discord reas  
And wrap the Scots in wealth consuming woes  
When he by god set up unto these days  
Shall leave his soil to foreign lands he goes  
Widing throu rtubles stream and there with praise  
His pen unto his predicessoures shows  
The way to win from dark obliviones night  
Boolding their trophy is with his virtues might. 
Williame his sone earl of angus died in pareiss Ann● 1611. He hes writtin then cronicklie of that name to which I have referred most pairte of their actiouns.    

This lamp gone out o then his sone succeides  
Reasing that house declind to former height  
Whoes mind is great with child of glorious deids  
And as a Collon fair upholds the weight  
Of one learge frame so from his wit proceids  
The strength that onder props that neames great might  
Yet he by airt stops nature's stream to flow  
With Juno's string still bending Pallas bow. 
Williame now Earl of angus.    

He ripes the tombs of his Ancestors old  
And brings them clod with robes of heavenly light  
For all enshewing aiges to behold  
They shoot forth beams of fame and glory bright  
Which long lay hid in nights dark pitchy mould  
O'er vaelde by sad oblivion from our sight  
Their ghosts rejoicing that so rich a gem  
Springs from there loins t'immortaliz their name,   

Now cumes the next great family in sight  
That jointly with the first at first shall spring  
Which every where sends forth such lamps of light  
As Earth and other firmament doth bring  
Wherein each fixed star doth burn so bright  
As yeelldes both life and light to every thing  
So far those glory lighting flames doth shine  
Moving their orb with influence divine. 
The dissent of Erle● of mortoune.    

The first that shall illuminat the sky  
Of this bright orber this hea'une reflexing sphere  
Armed with his father's magnanimity  
Shall be a great and mighty man of war  
Of whom shall two arise to rectify  
Two lines that shall their fame to heaven uprear  
Yet to the younger shall the elder fall  
And both thus joined shall one great house install. 
john Lord of dakeith Sir james Douglas his youngest brother he had tna sons the ouldest was Lord of dakeith & the second leard. of Iochle●in.    

O thou thrice famous lake and strand of Levine  
Famous, 
The descent of the lairdes of loghlevin. The first laird of logh levin.  for that great reace shall come from the  
Enriched with graces by the wandering Sevin  
That still aloft in th'azure vallers flee  
The first that shall adorn thy watery hea'une  
With sure and stayed establisd reul I sie  
By fatal deeds shall many fortunes shair  
And Pallas sword shall all his paths prepair. 
He was with arichbald grim at intoune battle Wheer heaving vin the enemies standard from the hand of Sir Thomas Kolbuth was the chief of the victory. The second laird of logh levin who going with the Earl of buchan to france defended the passage of a brig there with thrie handreth agains the dooke of cl●●ens his army whom he maid reteir & inperseung forceie was killed.    

The beaies thy temples shall at lintoune bear  
Where thou by valout from a valiant knight  
The leopard and Flower-de-luce shall tear  
Thus shall thy arm put all thy foes to flight  
But when the valiant Perfie wageth war  
Against his Prince in that ontimlie fight  
Thou valiant lie adventring then shall fall  
Yet after death thy fame shall sore our all.   

But thou brave youth although a stripling young  
Scorns in thy native soil for to remeaine  
Thou heirs B●lonas dreadful bell was roung  
Following the voice with honours thirsting pain  
Wheer all the plains inbroudert war along  
With gorre, blood, rend arms and soldiers slain  
Theer haiveing win fair conquest by the hair  
Thou leaps from of this wordly theatre.   

And then succeides that all prais worthy youth  
That with the ground stone lays a fairer stream  
Mounting that house up to the second growth  
Whois worth in varre illusterates his name  
Then cumes that blaizing comet of the south  
Whoes voundrous deads' with terror sounds his fame  
His looks sends virtue forth so graiced with art  
As strikes mild reverence in each barbarous heart. 
The thri● leard of loghlevin,    

And yet his galent sone shall with him strive  
Who to that age shall greatest light restore  
As painful bees still works to serve the hive  
And leazie drons that deoth their wealth devore  
Their dares not enter nor with them may strive  
So nature doth provid for to decore  
That fruitful Stem with such whoes pain excides●  
Past all cumpare in heigh and virtues deeds 
The foeth leard of loghlevin.    

No fruitless drone shall from that reace arise  
Each gives testificats of honour's height  
What praises to the sixth can I devise  
That serves his Prince in many a blood die fight  
Nor conquest ever to eroune his pains denies  
Nixt him cumes one whoes worth and pourfull might  
Doth aid his Prince against usurping foes 
The fifth laird of loghlevin.   
Whois vaunt at last that mighty Prince overthoves. 
The saixt laird of loghlevin 〈◊〉 The sevinth leard who was always with King james the 3 against the hums & the habrons, his good service was often times of grit walue to his Prince.    

But O what knight is this, 
The 8 Laerd of loghlevin who bein upon he King his lefthand at flouden & one uther upon the right hand was boith sleane with their Prince, their being 45 of their enemies fond killed a●bout theme The 9 laird of loghlevin.  Addressed for war  
That all the country round about Obeys  
Whom greatest Princes of the land doth fear  
In bloody battle who at last assays  
Our English force from of his Prince to bear  
With whom one uther valiant compioune stays  
And while to seave their Prince their lives they yield  
Great multitude from valour wins the field   

But who comes heir in the could north t'insius  
Such heavenly gift is, all Europe passing by  
O, it's Apollo suir, that doth refius  
The east, and comes the waist too beautify  
Where he the silver laik of Levin doth chuis  
The clear Caballian streams he doth deny  
Thus leaving Grecian plainis, and pleasant fontaniss  
He seats himself near too the Ocheell montaniss.   

Where whilist he veives the valeyiss round about  
By chance shall sie fair natours quein come there  
That Daphne doth surpas and all the rout  
Of virgin's queens or shepherds known of ear  
Whom following long at last shall find his out  
And wed the dame who onto him shall bear  
Fine Virgin dames nay greaces five for lo, 
His wife a● moist virteus wisse & beautiful Lady.   
The world shall not their match in beauty sho.   

Yea this rare beauty past compare shall be  
Nor longs to one but in them all it dueleth  
Eune all in colour neitnes decency  
Proportion and the minds rare gistis excelleth  
Nor shall it spend nor weist, nor feed, nor die  
But too all times a quintessence distelleth  
For lo their said shall in this land be borne  
As stonis to ringis or stars that heaven adorn. 
His five daughters so admirable in all the gifts of nature as not only them selfs but their of spring at the ornaments of their seexe.    

And from their sire both sanctified and seag  
Cold wise and bold with heastie wrath not brunt  
Adornt with wertue both in youth and age  
Whom heaven decres with honours height to munt  
Shall likuayis spring that youth whom forteouns reage  
One swelling theetis shining back doth hunt  
Till angry Neptune's fury bursteth forth  
And swallous up that treasure house of worth. 
●● he tent pari●●● at sea be tempest of father.    

O but his sone is Mars and Phoebus' knight  
For valour courage wit and beauty store  
The foggy mists of ignorantes dark night  
He cleres, 
Williame now Earl of mortune.  to knowleg day he ops the door  
even as a lantern from a towers proud height  
Shoves the seas port for ships to win the shore  
So his clear lamp of judgement shows the vay  
For dark gross wites to land in virtues beay.   

The active boldness by his spreit refined  
Produce resistless actiouns strongly Knut  
The quick vivasitie that meltes his mind  
In streams of eloquence ou're flous his with  
And yet so much to courtessie inclined  
That humble mildness on his brove doth sit  
Which tempers passioune still with faculty  
And makes a simphatheising harmony.   

For lo his soul's rear faculteis divine  
Is so cut forth on his humane perfectioune  
Yat in his lowkes heigh majesty doth shine  
By modesty held in so sweit subiectioune  
As alvay holds a mean nor doth dicline  
To simple mildness or to proud infectioune  
Thus descentie stells forth with every glance  
And freames a piercing amorouss countenance.   

Which breeds respective reverence with dilyt  
In every heart whois eyes doth him behold  
With admiratioune and amezment gryt  
That streans a sweit obedience on controlled  
But now I fear if I the rest indyt  
To cloy your ears with my discourse to bold  
Yet quoth the captain I would gladly know  
If still that name produice such fruits or no.   

O still quoth he and shall be still increase  
For both thoes mighty famaleis proceides  
To honours great where of they at posest  
Mounting aloft with heigh and glorious deeds  
And this lords soon; while he would say the rest  
A sudden tumult their amezment breides  
O'er all the land great clamours they might heir  
Which did forshow sum deanger to drove near,   

Wherewith they leap to earmes the captain cries  
For all the Garisone in arms to be  
When lo hard by the castle he aspyes  
Weer driven great herds of cattle hestilie  
This was the conquering knight that doth devyiss  
How he that country might of thraldom fry  
And neids would treane the captain from his hold  
Whoes strength he would assay with currag bold.   

But this his purpoiss greatly doth with stand  
They hardly could be brought unto the field  
Wheirfor he takes this Stratagem in hand  
To treane theme out to feght to fly or yield  
A woody pleane near Sandie Lands he found  
Whoes umbrage seemed from Phoebus' heat to shield  
On each syd grew the Treeis so bushy thick  
It seemed that Nature freamd it for a trick.   

Thither the Erlle by night his troops forth gwids  
Wheir each lyiss closely quiet whist and still  
His wantcuriours in ha●st he thus prowyds  
To bring their herds of cattle from the hill  
And those that neirrest to the tour abids  
Those drive they hence while as the heard men fill  
The air with schricks, the land with loud alarms  
Wheir with proud Their swall clad in glorious arms.   

With all his Garesone addressed for war  
Isht forth in haist for to return the prey  
And followed haiving neither doubt nor fear  
Till they were past the Ambush fare away  
Then these that fled returned, their swords they rear  
Aloft their shields, before their strong arms stay  
Their blous they bear they push strike stab and kill  
Th'amazed foe, who yet resisted still.   

Till at their backs a suddant storm a rose  
Whoes horrid noyss doth make them all to quail●  
And with their force their fury and their blois  
Their brokin ranks begins to faint and shaik  
The first rank backward on the second gois  
The second on the third the third doth brak  
Crushed by the fourth and fifth and at e●he end  
They leap forth scattering heir and their they bend   

So do the cluds dispersed from East to West  
In ranks and roves that hang cleir white and fair  
When as the Northern and the Southern blast  
Forth from their caves breaks throu the troubled aer  
Rank 'gainst a rank cloud 'gainst a cloud they cast  
Till in a heap confoosd at last they rear  
And burst asunder crushed with furious blows  
Scattered in drops fleis from between their foes.   

Th●●iswall their died beneath the Douglas sword  
Of all his men but ninety went away  
Who in the Castle got from thence they poured  
Dairts quarreiss Stones like hail without delay  
The Erll● reverd his band when they were turd  
And from his Prince no longer would he stay  
'Gainst whom he hard an army was prepaird  
Of which in time to show him he repaired.    

The Argument.  
while Fortune hoveres doubtful of her ch●'s  
Nor peace nor war on either syd displays  
Hard fait anon prepaireth greater voes  
Great diss forsies that jove the Scots will reaise  
To former height and forth his fiends he throws  
Who temps the Scots they leave the Bruce whoes praise  
Augmentes while unawarrs his foe assailles  
His witty flight his valour twice prevails.  
Caput. 10.  

THe Prince of Darkness now long time reiofd  
Of God's great wrath among his children throun  
Whoes foul offences had his favour loosed  
Fearing if they repent that Grace were shoes  
A thousand Ills into his mind he tossed  
Wheir with to tempt them yet to heavins unknoune  
Thus wyldlie Staird he when he muisd alone  
while as he sits on his Infernal Throne,   

And now resolving to his work he falls  
And with a dreadful grisly countenance  
The cursed and haitfull Fureis up he calls  
The Mounsters' trembling gius obedience  
Their poisoned Gorgiss all with Venom swalls  
Inflamed with his reid Eyes hot flaming glance  
while his strong breath forth from his rattling thro●  
A noise like to a fearful tempest shot.   

Which made the Earth to quaik and deafened hell  
Thus understood they this confused Sound  
You malice proud and you invy that dwell  
Amid our fiery Regious under ground  
Haist up and with infecting breath expel  
All peace and let no ametie be found  
In the great North and sie that you defile  
With blood and war great Europa's greatest jile.   

Make England's King to forge some causes new  
To keip the right which he by wrong hes got  
Tell him that heaven ordains him to renew  
Sins just reward upon the sinful Scot  
Make English all with deadly hait pursue  
The Scots their only ancient foes by lot  
The only blok that ever bears them down  
From all their greatness Glory and renown,   

Thus edge them on, 
Sc●tts only were the over throuwers of he deviditt in thrie factions the brooce the balliol, and the coming, both the last took pairt with England against the Bruce.  It were great lose great shame  
If they unto their wont greatness rise  
Your strength alone was never so extreme  
To make them once to shrink nor could devise  
By slight or might to drown their famous name  
Till now that lo themselves them felves defyiss  
And what you swords before could never do  
Their swords have down and win themselves to you.   

So that you see heau'ne favours your intent  
With these and uther your intendit slight  
Arm them with pride hate Anger discontent  
And move the Scots still 'gainst themselves to fight  
For lo I sie Jove doth his wrath relent  
And minds to raise the Scots to greater might  
For in that famous Bruce and in his line  
They must be blisd and o'er all Europe shine.   

Though what great Jove decrees we can not mend  
Yet may we oft delay th'intendit blise  
Which he ordains upon frail man to send  
Since sluggish man by Nature cairles is  
And we may move him thankless to offend  
And oft to disobey his law I wish  
For man is fleshly geu'ne to foul delight  
And God is always pure clear holy right,   

Since we of all the damned heirs as cheiff  
And has no longer time from Torments fry  
Then till the cup be full of God's hot greiff  
And that great day of his fierce wrath we see  
Then with the souls which now without relief  
We still torment shall we tormented be  
And which is worse our pains shall ne'er be spent  
while we oure selfs must still oure selfs torment.   

Then heavins decree to stay our strength is small  
Yet heaveing time we may not tire of Ill  
Since what we would 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 murdering hate their breists with venom fill  
And up they fly to view days glorious light  
Bringing Mischief, Grief, horror, war, despite.   

Arriving heir they fill each Godless heart  
With anger, rage, Mischief, pride, hate, invie,  
Then to the camp they hie to use their airt  
But their vane 'Slight the nobler sort descry  
while grace, love, wisdom, with their worth's desert  
Did dreive them thence in endless infamy  
Yet in the basser sort great pou'r they win  
Throu whoes faint hearts despair, feir, danger, run   

Great bands of these by their deceat they dreu  
Who stelling from the camp by night doth fly  
And still these fiends to their fant minds doth show  
For hoped Conquest shameful Infamy  
There former lose remembrance lets them knou  
Which oft repeated makes their hopes to die  
These words they murmur still themselves among  
On shameful death shall we attend so long.   

Alas what strength what might what pour'r have we  
Rich England warlike Schotland to ganestand  
May not our Lord behold his infamy  
And in the glass of former works have scanned  
That 'gainst his will heaunis bend their just decry  
Earth scorns to build a Trophy for his hand  
Fate to his fall his frowning fortune brings  
Heaven, earth, fate fortune all cross his desing.   

Heavins never yet did fever his intent  
Earth ne'er looked for conquest at his hand  
Fate never fraimd his will to find content  
And fortune never liked of his demand  
Fair victory her chiefest wealth has spent  
On his proud foe who conquering doth command  
Us all if got like robbers hanged to be  
Thus we're but outlaws to his majesty.   

With Grief and sorrou pane and travel sore  
We hunger-sterud Amidst the montansly  
Our friends still aid our foes and which is more  
even our own nation us with scorn defy  
Thousands that rose in our defence before  
Now with our foes 'gainst us their forces try  
while we that nought but shame and want doth gane  
Attend on hope and still attend in vane.   

Why stay we then to immitat their flight  
Who with our foes abide in wealth and ease  
No let us render up this camp but fight  
And give our Lord to use him as they please  
Or if nought this then let us fly by night  
And yeildinge to our foes, their wrath appease  
This last opinion each approveth so  
That every night in troops away they Go   

Thus wrought black Pluto's messengers their will  
And now to work the rest of their mischief  
Brave Pembroke's ear with these glad neus they fill  
And fills his warrlik mind with rage and grief  
To make an end of war they show him still  
That now he may at ease without relief  
His waikned foe of further hopes deprive  
Quite overthroune or killed or ta'en alive 
Sir Odomer de wallance was crll of Pembroke.    

Then fed with hope he doth an army raise  
Of Scots and English near ten thousand strong  
Whoes minds with hate and with desire of praise  
They do inflame nor stay they those among  
But heir and their through all the land they gaise  
Subjects to find whereby to work more wrong  
At last of lost that cruel Lord they find  
And unto new revenge they stir his mind,   

To nev revenge of his deir cusing blood,  
Great Cummernald whom Bruce before had slain  
He to this war brings forth five thousand good  
And to great England's general joins amane  
Thus forward prikt with hope and hatfull mood  
They bravely march o'er hill o'er dail o'er plane  
Whereof our Gallant nought at all did know  
So speedily and secretly they go.   

Now of five hundredth thrice with him remained  
Thrie hundredth scant the rest war fled and gone  
Whereof he oft and secretly complained  
Yet wise lie in himself concealled his moan  
But now his scouts by travel that obtained  
A sight of their Proud foe return anon  
And to him bring those woeful neus at last  
Whoes sound from ear to ear right sadly passed.   

The relics small of his forsaeken host  
Wheir all about him standing in a round  
while as bold Edward thus did him accost  
My Lord and brother let not this confound  
Your noble thoughts though numbers quite be lost  
In this small band must all your hops be crowned  
though fortune bear your just desing aurie  
She can not let us bravely for to die.   

Will is it known since first we Armour took  
When in our cuntreis' cause we swore to stand  
That ever since we suffered have rebooke  
Nor fortune once would favour out demand  
With shame and lose our. Friends us all forsook  
Our soldiers seeing nought but lose at hand  
Have left us Cowards worthy not to breathe,  
That we may look for nothing now but death.   

Yet shall it ne'er be said nor sein nor known  
That in our latest hour we shrink or fly  
No let our hearts our hands and all be shoes  
even in despite of fortunes cruelty  
To work most dread revenge if overthroune  
And with their bravest captains let us die  
Lo fame and Glory shall our death attend  
Nor shall they much rejoice in this our end.   

The rest whom Anger courage grief despair  
Tormenting made to wish their deaths were nigh  
Applaudeth all that he had said and their  
All cry die die revenge and bravely die  
But their brave Prince with mild looks doth declair  
His counsel wise and his command whereby  
Their fiurie hot and fond despair refraining:  
He to his brother answers thus complaining.   

Thy counsel in the wise no place will find  
With such despairing hezerds to betray  
Oure selves unto our foes they prove to kind  
To please their foe that works their own decay  
What though the basser sort their beastly mind  
In flying from our camp doth weill beuray  
Yet hope and foresight fortune still commands  
And wars good luuk in wisdom's counsel stands.   

What though our fainting troops have fled before  
Who e'er the neves of ill with terror stings  
These at the real sight will fear much more  
And comfort none but meir disconfort brings  
Yea when they fled my hopes they did restore  
And with them fled the Doubts of my desing  
Great fools are they that builds their hopfull good  
Upon the ever changing multitude   

In you that doth remane my comfort lies  
Nor can a world of armeiss me effray  
For heaven promeisd me that I should ryise  
Unto my foes shame ruin and decay  
I cair not I what earth or hell devyis  
They can not hinder heavin though they dalay  
Fraill man's intendit blish by heavins decreed  
With heavinlie faith is eathlie wants suppleid.   

Knou than this praise to scott's is only dew  
Ne'er conquered yet ne'er yeildit to their foes  
For want refusing never to pursue  
With endless war the just revenge of those  
That would their lives or liberteis subdeu  
For scott's will either all way make a chose  
Of friedome ever poor with war maintained  
Then bondage ever rich with peace still gained.   

By this they see an army to appeir  
Before their face and at their backs they vieu  
The Lord of Lorne with all his troops drau nei●  
By secreit by-waiss led, them to pursue  
Whereat they stand amazed until, they heir  
Their Lords wise hardy resolutioun true  
Who thus to cheir and comfort them began  
Fear not their slight for do the worst they can,   

We shall esheu their craft their hate their force  
Then he commands his brother to depairt  
And Lennox Earl with them one hundredth horse  
Douglas and Hay unto the contrary Airt  
With equal number bend their speedy course  
Now friends quoth he each bear a valiant heart  
And fleeing fight and fight fly your foes  
For your brave flight hew forth your ways with blows.   

So ours shall be the Glory of this day  
And we with fame return but they with shame  
We with the rest will likewais hold our way  
Betwixt their armeiss so shall we reclaim  
Our life and honour which they count their prey  
Yea and perhaps ere long may pay thame hame  
This said all Thrie thrie sundry way's oppose  
Their Warlike breists 'gainst thousands of their foes.   

Yea surly each of theme great valour shoes  
And wisdoms beams still gave their valour light  
They brak throw armed Squadrons of their foes  
Thus they perseving fly and flying fight  
O courage great O valour worthy those  
That rise to ewer shining Glory bright  
Throw thrice five thou sand fight fleiss thrie hunger  
Not loseing One. O courage great! O wonder!   

The valiannt Bruce with unresisted might  
Fleis yet his deids still makes him known of all  
The lord of Lorne that weill espied his flight  
So one folloud him in hope to work his fall  
five hunderth thrice on horssis swift and light  
With him he takes and gius but leisure small  
To Bruce who thrice divides his Men in thrie  
And thrice thrie sundry ways they're forced to fly   

At last with him their did remane but one  
And yet his foes still followed on his tract  
Their care is only him to have alone  
Nor seem they of his Men account to make  
Five knights that all the rest had far out gone  
Were come so near that him they overtake  
Who scorned to Fly while he had bein alive  
Though but alone from fystie joined to five   

The knight that with him stayed was bold and stout  
Whoes birth made in his dams fair breists appear  
The milk that nursed the Prince for which no doubt  
He greatly loud the Man and held him deir  
Who with him twrns now to their foes about  
Both on theme twns nor would they once reteir  
there salutations were in rage and wrath  
Death on each wound attends and shame on death   

Thrie to the Prince and two unto the knight  
Addressed and thus the combat's wndertane  
The valiant Monarch with two blows down right  
Ones heart another's head did cleive in twane  
Whairat dismayed the third doth shwn to fight  
And now this matchless lord thus left alone  
Len'ds th'one a blow that did his knight assaill  
Till from his horse he sank down cold and pail.   

Beneath the knights good suor●d the fourth soon dyis  
Death after him that flees wes quickly sent  
This strattagem the Prince doth soon devyse  
To learn to sie and know his foes intent  
He on this horse in this knight arms doth Rise  
And to his foes back as a friend he went  
His knight he their Commands for to sojourn  
Till he again dead or alive Return   

This back again a Mill 〈◊〉 had not gone  
When as he meits the Forward of his foe  
Come with a speedy march that way anon  
And them before a hundredth knights and more  
Come towards him before all these alone  
A scenting Slewth hound comes with Squyars two  
The hound his own he knew without all doubt  
Which by his foes was brought to find him out.   

Without delay without advisement long  
He forward spurs upon his lofty steid  
Whose Swiftness had no match them all among  
Known by the hound whom he was wont to fied  
On him he fauns and with a leap h●flong  
Forth from the leische running on him with speid  
Whom when he would have killed poor pity moved him  
He could not be ingrait to none that loved him.   

Wherefore he back Returns the way he came  
The hound still following him had kept him still  
When lo these hundredth knights espied the same  
The horse and Arms they know yet doubt some Ill  
That with a scornful rage their minds Inflame  
And with auoued revenge their hearts they fill  
Thus with disordered haist they quickly run  
And one by One much ground of him they win   

Some him to kill, and some the hound to take  
Did oftentimes assay, but all in vain,  
For their disordered fury still he brak  
Each wound with holds a foe with death or pain,  
Yet was he forced at last away to make  
By killing of the hound his life to gain  
And being now come near unto his knight  
He thinks not meit against them all to fight.   

But him commands in haist to kill that hound  
Which he himself could not abide to do  
Hard by a Forest covered all the ground  
Whoes treis' our all the Rocky montans' Bow  
Hither they fly where such dark ways they found  
As from their foes their safety did allow  
Thus mocked and scorned, the army turns again  
With lose and Shame their travel spent in vain.    

The Argument.  
Hell's damned fiends finds Scots renowned King  
And by three thieves works him a niew despite,  
To God he prays who grants his just design.  
Through deserts wild alone he flies by night,  
He finds his men at last, whom he doth bring.  
On his proud foe who slawghterd fear's his might  
Winter makes both their Camps brak up at last  
At hunts great Bruce a fearful danger past.  
Caput. 11.  

Infernal Pluto Missing his Intent  
Began to roar his voice his words confound  
From whoes foul throat such thundering noise forth-went  
As schook the hell resounding throw the ground  
His Bowels deip a misty smook forth sent  
Which made the Souls in endless Torments bond  
To dive in floods and in the flams to hide them  
Eschewing pain while greater pains abide them.   

His dreadful looks effrayd the fiends and Ghosts  
Choked with the savour of his noysum breath  
Like fleghts of Crow's Hell musters forth her hosts,  
From Herebus with horror fear and death,  
In clouds of dangers on our Northern coasts.  
They rain the bloody tempests of their wrath  
And scattered here and there, they soon untwinde  
The webs of Woe, woven in each sinful mind   

And one of them even then did hap to light  
On Robbers thrie that in this forest lay  
Wheirthrou the valiant Bruce had ta'en his flight  
Him 〈◊〉 they whom they count an easy pray  
For which great Eduard rich rewards had heght  
Wheirfore their Treassone thus they did essay  
Myldlie they come unto that noble Prence  
And vous to spend their lives in his defence.   

They Scotts-men war by right his subjects too  
Which to their treasoun adds more credit still  
Dark night to shroud the rest which they would do●  
Heavins silver walls with sabill hinging fill  
Within this fortest stood a Schiphirds croo  
No other ludging were they near until  
Thither those theius this noble Prince forth guide  
And with their Schift a supper soon provid.   

When he right pleasandlie hand ta'en repast  
Of viands such as time would then afford  
On the cold earth he lays him down at last  
A shield for pillow served this noble Lord  
When thousand carefulll thoughts were overpast  
Sleips charning rod of silence him restored  
Unto a slumber, soft but while he lay  
He thought he heard a voice him threatening say.   

Though careless of they self heavins for thee care  
Up up arise from danger the defend  
Whaerat he starts aloft begins to stare  
When as he seis come from the houssis end  
The Robbers thrie that with their swords prepare  
Death on his Knight and him in sleep to send  
But with his sword he their designment braks  
And with his foot his faithful knight awaiks,   

Yet or he could arise one of the thrie  
Unto him stopped and with his trenshant blade  
He forced his soul forth from his breast to fly  
Which in the Prince both grief and anger bred  
And in his wrath his death so venged he  
That of these Traitors thrie he soon was red  
Then thanks he God who saift him from that snare  
And thence depairts loadned with grief and care.   

Wheir as his horse was feiding their he goes  
while as the darkness sum what cleirer greu  
And being monted then no way he knows  
And yet from thence himself he soon with dre●  
Yea oftentims himself him self did lose  
In deserts wild in paths but used by feu  
Renoluing still within his troubled thought  
What grievous cait's proud fortune had him wrought   

At last beseeching his great Lord of Grace  
To pity him and comfort to him send  
His earnest prayer cleius heavins starry face  
And at Jous throne for mercy did attend  
Who bends his gracious eyes on mortals raze  
Vieving their woes their weakness weill he kend  
The splendour of his glorious countenance  
Cleir's heaven and earth and chaisd hell's fiends fare hence.   

Earth fred of such a sinful Burden vild  
Begins to smill on heavins all glorious sphear's  
When from the Prince all sorou was exyld  
Comfort from heavin to his sad soul repair's  
His faith had brought from his deir savour mild  
Assured hope of what his soul requear's  
Now to that place he goes the neirest way  
Wheir he appointed all his men to stay.   

When bright Auror her treasures had forth sought  
She edged the silver clouds with freing's of gold  
And hangs the skies, with Arras rarely wrought  
Powdered with Paarle and precious stones untold  
Then roses reid and whit from inde she brought  
And stroued heavins floor most glorious to beholds  
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 troops that scattered were before  
With whom the Prince doth secretly provide  
For to assault his foes so proud of yore  
For them he cairles kneu dispersed wide  
Disordered quite and scattered heir and their  
Nor for him would they look nor for him care.   

They all agrie yet thus he would them cheir  
Brave friends (quoth he) behold this happy day  
That shall the clouds of our disasters cleir  
And bring the Garland from out foes away  
Me thinks I sie fair victory appeir  
To crown us that triuphms on their decay  
And their hot blood rich trophies us advances  
Borne on the points of our victorious lances.   

Me thinks upon our glistering crest I see  
The glorious garland of the conquest worn  
while fether-futted- fame before us fly  
Upon the golden wings of Honour borne  
Although nor ours their numbers greater be  
Yet fear them not Jehova heighe hath sworn  
To yield them in your hands that ye may steip  
Your thirsty blaids in blood while as they sleep.   

This said from heaven reflected on his face  
A lightning beam bright shining pure and cleir  
His countenance shined with such heaunilie grace  
As lightened all about both far and near  
a Martial fury in his breist took place  
Whoes sparkling did his eyes with lightning cheir  
So that his gallant port and graceful looks  
The bold conferms the faint with shame rebooks.   

A Guide he got who brought him wheir they lay  
Encamped in a fair and open plane  
And or the glorious sound could guilt the day  
Four hundredth he had wounded hurt and slain  
For these before the camp a little way  
Within a village cairles did remane  
Yea even the camp at last they did pursue  
And their with slaughter did the fight rene●   

The fire yet stayed within his assie coath  
When they began the camp for to invaid  
sleep rest or silence every one did touch  
And heir and their they lay disordered  
Some were a sleep of wine that drunk too much  
And some with cards and some with dice were led  
Some lazy lubbards quafd carrousis deip  
Till every drink began an endless sleep   

while thus they lie thois warreours enter in  
Too strike justitiars for to pairt the fray  
The wine and blood both forth togidder rin  
From back from breast or side even as they lay  
Half words confoosd their hollow throats within  
Made billowing nois their blood their breath did stay  
Somewise to strike some op's their, mouth to chide  
Those fall and these with blood choked gazing died   

Thus while each sword dislodged a hundredth lives  
Brave Bruce made known his rancour wrath and ire  
Squadrons he kill● cuts cords and tents he riu's  
And for revenge inflamed with hot desire  
To overthrou them all alone he strius  
To kill the men and set the camp on fire  
And forward still alone he Murdering goes  
giving more deaths than wounds more wounds than bloe●   

But as a hungry Lion for his food  
Kills thousand beasts more than he can devore  
So thou stout Edward doth their lives seclude  
Whom thy brave Brothers haist had passed before  
And treading proudly on the multitude  
Thou seemest sad because thou findest no more  
Whereon to exerceis thy valour so  
Wishing each trunk could raise a stronger foe.   

Now at an uther part doth enter in  
The conquering knight that dreidful slaughter mak●  
So from the west the drying winds begin  
To cleir heavins cloudy front and strongly braks  
The spoungie ban exhaled up by the Sun  
Forth of the German laik which A●oll takes  
Upon his wings and mousters forth in hosts  
Wheir with he threats to droun the northern costs.   

even so this campioun driveth back by force  
The multitude of armed Squadrons strong  
His warlike weapon kill's without remorse  
His eyes such fiery splendour dairts along  
As burns their hearts but fear concealls their lose  
All turning backs forget to venge their wrong  
And cairles of their shame their fame their fall  
They lose their lives their honour hope and all.   

And he that to gainstand will prove so bold  
As not to fly but bravely bear it out  
Soon lyis he breathless tumbling on the mould  
Which in the rest conferms their fear and doubt  
Thus forward none his fury can with hold  
Till with his Lord he meits wheir all the rout  
Assembled were and weareid now with killing  
The soldiers dispersed the tents were pilling.   

But Scots great king who saw them cairles, care  
More for their gain then conquest to prolong  
Caused sound retreat lest some new force repair  
And bring the conquest back with shame and wrong  
By this the English General did prepare  
Of armed knights above five thousand strong  
But this brave Lord in time reteird his crew  
while as they had no lust for to pursue.   

The worthy Bruce thus having paid his foe  
Of that disgrace which he had lait received  
He was both loved and feared and hatit so  
As the just worth of his great deids had craved  
Yea England's warlike General thought in woe  
Extolled him much when he his worth perceived  
Swearing by Jove that heavins decred to raise him  
And in the midst of hate was forced to praise him.   

Wheirfore he breaketh up his camp that night  
Letting his Soldiers to their home reteire  
The mighty Scot to Carrick marcheth right  
And soiorns their the dead time of the year  
Wheir nought befell him worthy to reciet  
Saif once he went a hunting of the Dear  
For their he thought no foes could harm afford  
Since all that land obeyed him as their Lord.   

Now being much delighted with that sport  
His warlike knights were near about him still  
One day unto an forest they resort  
The hart and hind with Grewhounds for to kill  
And he alone staid in a private sort  
With two swift hounds above them on a hill,  
Till all the rest were scattered far and niere,  
Rousing the woods to bring him in the dear.   

While here he stayed, three men he did espy  
Come from the wood with awful countenance,  
Each bends a bow and thus doth him defy,  
To venge the Cumings blood is our pretence  
Brave Sirs quoth he then, first I pray you try  
Me with your swords, if I can make defence,  
Thrie one to kill so far were endless shame  
So Cowards fight, the valiant hates such game.   

At these his words, their bows away they threw,  
And with their swords they sharply him assail,  
His hounds he loosed, his sword he quickly drew,  
And many blows on either hand they deal,  
The hounds that see such foes their Lord pursue  
One by the gorge unto the ground they hail,  
One of the other two by this he killed  
Then kills him whom the hounds at ground still held   

The third who fears such guerdon for to try,  
Stayed not, but soon betakes himself to flight  
Whom when these Heaven-ordained hounds espy  
They follow both with kien and aufull might  
And in a Trace they force him by and by  
Most furiously upon the ground to light  
Their Lord at last from them did him reswme  
And striklie gives him his deserved doom.   

When all his knights returned they wondering view  
How heavens their Prince from danger had preserved  
To God they gave great thanks and Praises dew  
Rejoicing that so brave a Lord they served  
This did his fame throu all the land renew  
All wished him now what his great worth deserved  
Who scape so many Dangers they conclude  
Must be reserved for a greater good.    

The Argument.  
FIrst at G●entr●ll doth scott's renowned Prince  
Get victory above the English foe  
Douglas at Ederfoord with valiance  
By forty doth a thousand overthro  
Then Pembroke Sews for Battle with pretence  
To fry the land from longer war and so  
〈◊〉 Lowdon-hill he brings an army fare  
But vanquished, Fleis the land in great Despair.  
Caput. 12.  

WHen in his goolden carroish Sol returns  
From Zenith bake into the northern star  
The Ram grown proud with amorous heat so burn  
That with his horns he seimis too make him war  
hills turns in tearis their milk whit Robs and murns  
To see themselves so stripped by Sol afar  
Who too redress that wrong is quickly seen  
For ermines poor to cloith them all in green   

The Gardens pranked with rosy buds still spring  
while Flora dalleiss in her flowire bed  
Whom Zepheir Cowrts and swit to her doth sing  
Wiping away the Tears Aurora sched  
Whoes shrill sweit notts throu all the sorrells ring  
When Meids with graze and woods with leaves are clad  
So that the spring thus following Phoebus' treace  
Made ewer thing to look with cheirfull face   

When Bruce scott's hope their comfort and their joy  
With all his knights doth too the fields repair,  
Stout hardy Eduard feirles of Annoy  
And fortunes knight brave Douglas als wes there  
Whom victory did sewintie times convoy  
Crowned with the Garlands of her golden hare  
And many more all knights of high renown  
Pillars of State and Pearls unto the Crown   

Thrice eighteen knights their number were at most  
All marcheing forth with cheirfnll Countenance  
Whoes worth was known so to their Enemeis cost  
As their brave General feared not to advance  
With these against a great and mighty lost  
And hazard all upon a Battles chance  
Thus marcheth he and would with these gins  
To conquer all or lose what he hath win.   

This warlike Lord when as the night drew near  
Camps on a hill a strength by nature wrought  
And as the second morning did appear  
The watch a Woman had before him brought  
In beggars weighed whom he did strait Inquiet  
What her Intention was or what her thought  
That way to come She answered to betray him  
And that his foe would presently Essay him.   

Pembroke's brave Earl (said she) within a mill  
Is come with thousands five thee to surprise  
That Scots and English are and swears the while  
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 cries  
To arms to arms and in a moment their.  
All clad in dreadful arms to fight prepare.   

The Prince without the Camp his army drew  
In thrie Battalions or Squadrons strong  
The vanguard gave he to the Douglas true  
Under whoes standard Sixty marched along  
Expert in Arms that feats of wars well knew  
The rei●ward too prince Eduard did belong  
Which also did consist of Sixty more  
That faint fearis ghostly house did newer know.   

The King himself the great Battalion led  
Wherein there stood thrice fifty borne too fight  
There Scotland's, constabill, in arms was clad  
The worthy hay, a bold and, fearless knight  
There Lenox faithful er'le his ensign spread  
There Walorous Boyd and others scorning flight  
All Soldiers old all weill approved at arms  
all breathed war and conquests loud alarms.   

Be they were ranked and well in Ordre set  
A cloud of men of horse of spears and scheilds  
Comes from a Wood, a heard of Deir beset  
By huntars kein to fearful flight so yields  
Whoes horned heids a rattling noise beget  
Such noise their lances made when all the fields  
Were hid with Troops and ew'ne as flights of Crows  
Sing throw the air their haist such sounding shoes.   

But to the Scots when they approached near  
They stood Amazed to sie there good Array  
Till their Curagious General did them cheirs  
With hopfull words of Conquest spoill and Pray  
Lo what are those said he which you see here  
But Robbers which dare newer view the day  
Outcasts and not true Scots whoes warlike force  
You oft before have tried unto their lose   

And though they were there Nations flower and choice  
Yet are they but a handful unto you  
'Gainst ew'rie one let ten he oppose  
So they beneath Our conquiring sword shall bow  
At these brave words the Army forward goes  
With schouts and clamours great and with a show  
A front the Douglas troop they give the charge  
Who was too few against these squadrons large.   

Yet make they neither murmur noise nor Din  
Saif Armours clash and death resounding blows,  
Till they had pierced these squadrons wide within.  
On every hand a stream of blood forth flows,  
That o'er their Man-made banks to swell begin  
And on their friends they help to venge their foes.  
For such as wounded cold not stand for pain,  
Falling untimlie, were both drowned and slain.   

The conquering Knight with his victorious band  
That now hade brokin all the ranks well niere.  
Beholds the Clifford that still fight stand.  
Whose valours, worth, he could not but admire,  
For by that gallant Earls strong conquring hand  
Some slain, some hurt, some forced were to retire,  
To him for just conceived hate, he hies,  
And him to bloody mortal fight defies.   

Now first when as the Bruce his foes did view,  
Under an ensign all to march in grow,  
He charged his Troops their distance to renew,  
And leave more ground twixt every battle so,  
In several parts they did their foes pursue,  
One charged a front, one to each flank did go.  
And each a solemn vow had made with all,  
Mid-waie to meet, or by the way to fall.   

On the right side fierce Edward gave essay,  
Whose courage hot cold scarcely be refraind,  
By those more cold by his brave Troop to stay,  
And yet the valour of his foes constrained  
Fair Victory above them both to play  
With doubtful wings, till at the last detained  
By his all conquering hand beneath his sword  
They fall yield, fly and tremble at his word.   

But Scotland's famous Champion the while  
Whoes chairge he kneu was their left syid to charge  
Brak throu the ranks with long and bloody toill  
And to his troop he made an entry lairge  
while th' English General choosed their force to foill  
Five hundredth strong, with lance, with sourd, with targe▪  
who's armed ranks he sets into the way  
Of Scots renowned king his force to stay   

These at the first so feirclie do assaill  
They brak the scott's with wraith and heigh disdain  
Who yielding strait begins to bend and reill  
And braik their ranks nor could from flight refrain  
Which th' English captane harriugtone sau well  
By whoess brave hand aught died the nint new slain  
The standard bore: which win he loudly cryis  
The victory is ours who yeeldiss not dyiss.   

Scotland's great campioun who this while had fought  
Amidst his foes and left his men behind  
Rushed throu the throng and this stout captane sought  
Whom got his head he from his shoulders twinned  
And won again that standard deirlie bought  
With which he fordward goes wheir he did find  
His men dispersed but with his cheirfull words  
They rank themselves and march with conquring sword●   

The victory recovered thus with pane  
And raerlie wrong out of the English hands  
Earth's bravest Prince leads on his troops again  
The standard still he bears and throu the bands  
Of his proud foes he looks if they contane  
Some object 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 little him before  
Lennox stout Earl and Hays unconquerd Lord  
And famous Boyd all thrie assailed sore  
And hemnd in by their fois, he much deplord  
Their danger great, and valours worthy store  
They show, for to be ta'en they still abhorred  
And all the ground to strou it seems they strive,  
With wound men half died and half a live.   

Not fare from them he also might espy  
Wheir as the conquering knight with clifford stood  
Clifford was strong but fought too furiously  
And now groune faint with sheidding too much blood  
His carefulll band to saif their Lord would try  
Thrusting betuix him and the Douglas good  
Yea all at once him furiourslie assaill  
But his unconquerd valour doth prevail.   

All this the Prince of warriors did behold  
And as a Lion nev cum from the wood  
Roaring for pray espyis a scheiphirds fold  
His hungry Whelps still follow howling loud  
Whoes sight and sound effrais the herdmen bold  
Thy fly that fearful foe resistless proud  
Who killeth all, though one would serve for food  
His Whelps by his example feids on blood.   

Eune so he comes with scarled cullored bled  
His conquring creu, encurage by his sight  
Before whoes terror threatening face they fled  
Yea eune great Pembroke yields him now to flight  
This uproar such a great confusion bred  
The English throws away their armour bright  
With still sad murmurs scott's pursue their foes  
And nought was hard but dying Groans and blows▪   

From Erebus black darkness takes her flight  
And spread her wings above o'er half of Ground  
When th' English aided by the friendly Night  
Ow're Hills and dails dark ways for safety found  
And of their Native soill to have a sight  
The greater pairt by solempt vous was bund  
For nought they found in this our barren soill  
But death and wounds in stead of wealth and spo●●.   

After this victory so rai●lie got  
The choice of Princes with one humble mind  
Gave thanks to God for his successive lot  
And holy vous unto the Lord enshrind  
Then marching forth in haist he resteth not  
Till all the western cuntreis' were inclined  
To his meik rule and with advise more staid  
Kill, Cuningham, and Carrik, him obeyed.   

while in the West he regnd as conqueror  
Sir Odomer was greiud at his success  
And thought he had dissolved his strongest pou'r  
Seing his own atcheuments fortunles  
Yet fortune on one uther would not lour  
An uther captain whoes great worthiness  
Had givene good proof in many a bloody fight  
A Scots man he, sir Philip mubray height   

Him would be neids employ unto this fate  
And to his chairge commits a thousand horse  
With these to vieu Scotland's great Kings estate  
And wait advantage to employ his force  
But mighty Bruce exper'ence had of lait  
That strength shall oft of craft receive the worse  
And being carefulll vigilant and wise  
Prevents his crafty foes sly enterprise.   

With fortunes knight tuyce tuentie forth he send  
To understand and knou the foes desings  
Who having searched and traveled far in end  
His way him to an narrou Passage brings  
On every hand did mighty crags ascend  
On every side belove deip marras springs  
And of this place he fitly makes a choice  
For to ganestand or to assault his foes 
〈…〉    

Long stayed he not when all his foes drew near  
For by that way they neids must only go  
Stout mowbray then his warlike troops did cheir  
while they curagiouslie did chairge their foe  
And as on Neptune's humid sky so cleir  
Stern Borias to the land the walls doth blo  
Till wave on wave brak on the Baltik shore  
Whoes dying voice o'er all the land doth roar.   

So every Rank on Rank is beaten back  
By that brave count and his resistless crew  
Their ranks in Order ordourles they brak  
They kill the bold and fliers faint pursue  
All gois to death they none to mercy take  
And with meir strength and valour overthrew  
Their foes at last and forced all with might  
Nor can their captain stay their fearful flight, 
To wit the Douglas,    

But Mowbray stout wise valiant featles bold  
Whoes words nor deids le's not his men to fly  
Scorned such a flight, nor could his foes with hold  
His Resolution Acted constantly  
Forth throu their ranks he doth his weigh unfold  
Wheir much blood doth his stern wrath satisfy  
At last he lost his brand and shunned the fight  
Else had he yeildit captive to their might.   

His fanting troops fled home the way they came  
Which when he viewed upon the uther side  
Such rage and fury did his breist inflame  
As he would neids return and would abide  
'Gainst all his fois but that could no way frame  
For want of weapons forced him turn aside  
while as the count whoes deids are e'er glorious  
Triumphing to his Prince returns victorious.   

His Prince that now was under Loudon hill  
And all that country to his Peace had brought  
These Losses all great Pembroke's ear's did fill  
And sets fierce rage on edge for this he thought  
If Scottlands' King had fortune thus at will  
England's intendit Conquest turns to nought  
Wherefore this motion has unto him sent  
By which their wraith should soon or ne'er be spent.   

He bids him under Loudon hill prepair  
To give him Battle on the tenth of may  
And if the Conquest fell to Scottlands shair  
England sold quite the land that very day  
And ne'er return to claim a conquest their  
But if the English won without delay  
Then yield he should unto fair England's Prince  
And at his sentence stand for his offence.   

To this the grave wise worthy Bruce agreiss  
And for that day great Preparation makes  
But with great foresight wisely he foreseiss  
How that his mighty foe advantage takes  
Of multitudes of men and lairge suppleis  
Whoes endless numbers his mean force broke  
For which thrie walls he raises wondrous high  
Eune their wheir as the battle fought should be.   

And in the midst he leaus a Plain so wide,  
As hundreds five might march & fight at ease,  
At every end lay Marrasis beside,  
So at their back, they could no forces raise,  
Thus only here he would his foes abide,  
Let Fortune, frown or favour whom she please,  
But twice three hundredth marched with him along  
Although his foes were full seven thousand strong.   

Sir Odomer the bold doth keip the day  
And marched bravely under Lowdon low  
He puts his warlike army in array  
while as the king of men himself doth show  
With his small pour his passage for to stay  
His hardy knights the art of war did know  
These oft approved so oft had tried their might  
He neids not to encurage theme to fight   

Yet Earth's great Warrior restless still did range  
Now here, now there his restless troops among  
Kindling their breasts to hole and new revenge.  
Of old done Deeds, and long received wrong,  
The Captains of his troops he need not change.  
For these were matchless, hardy, wise & strong,  
The worthy Douglas and the valiant Hay,  
Edward the fierce impatient of delay.   

Who with his troop did first assail the foe  
For his fierce wrath could brook delay no more  
How soon this angry Prince himself did sho  
Terror and fear went sadly him before  
As when strong winds doth cause heighe tyds to flow  
Whoes brackish waus still beat the brokin shore  
Seas smooth back rolled before with gentle breath  
In briffels set, spits forth his foamy wreath.   

So after furious Edward all the plain  
Was overrun with Ranks of spears & shields,  
Horse, armour, weapons echoes aye again  
The dreadful noise that Drum & Trumpet yields  
Strife, Terror, Rage, follow both Hosts, anon  
Death softens armour and strong weapons wields,  
Fury and Strife stalks through the hosts with fire  
Of deadly wonds kindled with blood-blown Ire.   

Now both the armeiss insteling roodlie met  
And spears and shields 'gainst spears and shields opposed  
Strength answered strength & wound for wound they get  
Swords targets piks with piks swords targets closed  
Then Tumult comes to heavin her head she set  
And from her throt a thousand sounds she lousd  
That throu the Air confusdlie jarring roar  
Such sound great waters send from brokin shore   

Or as when Rain by nights black tempests borne  
Down from heighe Rocks and mountans to the plane  
Stones earth and treis' up by the roots hath torn  
Till streams and all in one pit fall again  
Whoes bullring noise when comes the pleasant morn  
The herdsmen frights that with their floks remane  
Such sounds their conflict yields and throu the aer  
Sends clamours groans and all th' affects of rear.   

But thou brave Eduard was the first did wound  
And wounding killed and killing did affright  
Thy Enemers while through the troop redound  
The neus of thy great deads', which raise on hight  
Thy soldiers hairts; their valour did abound  
With aufull strength resistless still they fight  
And thou bold Hay adventrouslie did venture  
Heving a way next for thy troops to enter   

The woes Hay wrought, an English lord their brings  
Who wonders at his deids, at last in wrath  
A dart he sends that to his labours sings  
And weill near brought with it a hasty death  
Piercing his Cuirass f●om his breist out springs  
A stream of blood near wheir his life took breath  
Wheir with the throver calls, now do not boast  
If thou has killed, thy blood appease their Ghost.   

My blood quoth he comes from an honoured wound  
But this kein dairt from one deceitful hand  
To tell me of thy treason it did sound  
And vows to aim 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 veins  
For lo the Schaft send back had pierced his breans.   

The warlike English General seis him fall  
And thrusts unto the front or face of fight  
His brand he shaks so dreadfully with all  
That many fanting schrunk out of his sight  
But our bold Hay would not his steps recall  
Whoes honoured march reproved their shameful flight  
And for himself he wisheth death were nigh  
So that brave Imp of England's race might die,   

The conquering knight this while had marched so fare  
And led his troops so bravely on his foes  
That their they yield unto the chance of war  
Their ranks sore shakkin now much ground they lose  
Back went the first their order quite they mar  
And then the Scots with clamours huge arose  
Some stuffs the chase whoes breists with courage boiled  
And other some drew forth the died and spoiled.   

Great Odomer of all this nothing knew  
Who being wound by the valiant Hay  
Enraged like a savage bore he grew  
And with a fureous blow he doth him lay  
Senseless to ground, and off his helmet flew  
Yea surly 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 forth and shaems to see their foill  
Whoes cheirfull count'nance makes them all return  
Against the Scots who still dispysd their toyll  
And thikning their instructed pour's they burn  
With hot desire, of their expected spoil  
And in that very place would they sojourn  
while as the light was penned upin the skies  
With swartish clouds of dust that did arise.   

even as in Mills wheir Grain is ground none may  
Stand near for dust blown up by breathing aer  
That turns to paled hue their bright array  
So from returning troops and squadrons faire●  
The clouds of dust suited the Scots in grey  
Now fights the English fierslie to repair  
Their faults; the Scots would keip what they had win  
Both sides stands firm and freshly doth begin▪   

Bold hay recovered of his trance again  
With angry shame did venge him of his foes  
Searching for him that left him so in pain  
Many their lives for their lords fault did lose  
while he on wereid killing did remane  
And 'gainst whole trowps he doth himself oppose  
Whoes good example cheirs each english band  
And to their bold lords work they boldly stand.   

Weill baked with trowps this Mars-like man comes in  
Whos deids struck fear through all the Scottish host  
Who lossing ground to flight doth now begin  
But Edward, Douglas, hay and Boyd doth cost,  
Along their troops and here and there doth rinn,  
Praising the bold and cowards still they boast,  
Yet their brave deids prevaileth more than cries  
In leaders deeds, the soldiers comfort lies.   

But worthy Bruce, their hearts with courage fills,  
A cloud of Knights with spears & shields he brings,  
And as when shepherds sees from tops of hills,  
A cloud brought from the sea on Eurus wings,  
Amazed they stand, and gaze against their wills,  
While heaven on earth a smoakee darkness wrings,  
Which drawing neire to them, affrighted then,  
They dreve their herds into some covert den,   

So darkening Earth with spears, with swords, with shields  
They came, and in their breast a tempest brought,  
To whose apparent wrath the English yields  
For they had seein what these before had wrought,  
Of their left wing they quite had scoured the fields,  
Thus quickly they resolve, and with a thought,  
All yields to flight, and down their weapons threw  
scott's kill anb chase till night her conrteins drew.    

The Argument.  
Bruce falleth sick near to the Northern Shore  
though army mutanes for his sore disease  
Whom at that instant heavins to speich restore  
Else all had yet his speich doth all appease  
They fight with Buchans earl and thence they bore  
Their Lord in spite of foes their camp they raise  
Auld- Meldrums Battle brings his health again  
He wins Sanct johnstoun with a subtle trane.  
Caput. 13.  

LIghts cheirful dame in saiffron Robs did shine  
Whoes silver beams through every pairt dispersed  
Of this Terrestrial Glob did now refine  
The thikned air and levy forests pierced  
Wheir hills Groius, dens, and valeis, deip decline  
To nights dark showiss thoes shadowiss brown it sher●  
When to the camp of conquring Bruce aspired  
Great troops of Scots of English thraldom tired,   

And all that land soon to his peace was brought  
Bold Odomer now like to burst for woe  
To bodwel flies and then to Englaud sought  
No more to Scotland would he prove a foe  
Thus was the third pairt of the Kingdom thought  
True homage to their native Prince to sho  
The rest for Lord the English King did know  
By threttie thousand English held in owe   

Great enemies had our far greater King  
In the great north that native Scots ware borne  
Their Buchans' mighty Earl did proudly regne  
That Cummernalds revenge had deiplie sworn  
Brechins great Lord like vengeance coveting  
And with them Sir john Mowbray they suborn  
With many more that by the Cumnings' faction  
Held many boundless Bounds in great subiectioun.   

To quail their pride and tame their tameles wills  
Directly north our dantles Prince doth go  
Crossing these far renowned topless hills  
Of Grangebene that Scotland pairts in two  
His ever famous name these regions fills  
With fear and terror of ensuring woe  
He led his famous captains with him all  
Saive Douglas whom he left for to recall.   

True Scots to peace and wrakfull foes restrain  
who did so much by valour wit and Grace  
Jedbrughe and Etrik Foerests fertile plain  
With ceaseless war he forced to timlie peace  
And Douglas tour which Clifford had again  
Boolded & manned his conquest did increase,  
The Garesone and captane both he slew  
The Tours unto the ground he overthrew.   

Strife Discord war now in the north did wyve  
A bloody Wob with hate Revenge and fear  
Most mighty mindit Bruce would neids deprive  
His foes of strength even wheir they rule did bear  
To his most royal camp their did arrive  
A gallant troop of youths addressed for war  
The bold Lord Fraser led this gallant crew  
His cowsing deir and to him always true   

But whither change of soil or change of air  
Or climates cold or rat her heavins decree  
Has been the cause, 
A more o●ine in the Army for the King's disease which shous their love to him worthy to be notteth.  but earth's best campioun their  
Feseik into an feitfull Lithergie  
For which the soldeors made such dooful care  
That rage with sorrow throu the camp did fly  
All rose in factiouns none regeardith reason  
Each uther wrongfully accused of treason   

Some Lennox Earl some Edward did accuse  
Some Fraser uthers Boyd and other's Hay  
Sum say that his Phisitioun did infuse  
Poison in drogs nor would they thus delay  
But headlongs led with furious love would use  
A strange revenge All would they kill and slay  
This tumult rose to such a fearful height  
That nought but drums & trumpets hear you might.   

Thus while they stand themselves for to destroy  
With blood to glut revenge suspected wrong  
Buchans bold Earl and Brechens Lord convoy  
even in their sight an Aarmie great and strong  
Who having knowledge of their strife did joy  
To sie the time which they expected long  
Yea this one day had made a woeful end  
Of all but Jove from heaven some help did send   

Not unto health but unto speich the King  
Was at that instant wondrously restored  
His Lord's praise God and forth they did him bring  
Whoes eyes bend upuard first heavins aid implored  
A purpell Rob about him wreathed doth hang  
A crown not him but he a crown decord  
His sceptered hand proud majesty doth threat  
Borne by four Lords up in a Royal seat.   

His couquering hand his sceptre shakes alone  
Thus he to all the army shoviss his face  
Wheir majesties clear lamp of Glory shone  
Then with I know not what a heunelie grace  
A Mars like voice one Angels shaip put one  
First softly to himself he groaned alas  
He looked his looks moved all with stately fear  
Silence fleu fuiths and seized on every ear.   

What words be these we hear what threats quoth be  
What noise of Arms who dares these tumults raise  
Wheir are we honoured wheir your fear we see  
Not your obedience, shall our rewll this cease  
Of our disease is this your memory  
By wrong surmeisd offences us to please  
Who dares of treason think against their King  
No no you can not thus excuse the thing,   

Make not so side a cloik of public wrong  
To private grudge if grudge we may it call  
If love, to us take head yourselves among  
For in your lives your weills your saifteis all  
Consists our health next heaven who will ere long  
Restore our health and wonted strength recall  
O can the head a pleasant heelth enjoy  
Whoes members still each uther doth destroy.   

Ah see you not our proud Imperious foe  
That seiks our fall our ruin our Decay  
No treason to our person heir we know  
None in our Army that would us betray  
But these are rebels to our crown and lo  
These would put violent hands in us to day  
Brethren in arms go then your King defend  
Let not our want unto our foe be kend.   

Hereafter we will think on this your love  
When heaven to wont health shall us restore  
while thus he spoke the lightning beams did move  
Of majestic his sparkling eyes before  
That all the army who did lait approve  
Wraith folly Raige, sheams with repentance sore,  
Back to his tent he goes his soldiers kind  
Cry all go too go too to fight inclined.   

By this their proud and mighty foe drew neit  
Whoes number ten to one did them surmount  
Yet march they on while each did uther cheir  
Nor neid their captans do as they had wont  
Their to menace or to encurage heir  
But rather forced to stay by wise atcount  
Their too too forward haist for still they cry  
Let every One a rebel kill or die.   

The rebels see them disappointed clein  
Their hearts begin to faint their hands to fail  
The royal armeis' trumpets soundet bein,  
And valiantly they 'gan for to assaill,  
The fois so great a Multitude ver seen,  
They shame a handful should their curags quail,  
Thus each on uther rushed with furous might  
First wounds then blood then death approached their sight.   

Great deids of Arms on either side were shoes  
Till Phoebus piteing such unkindly war  
Shrunk down anon on silver skyiss were throune  
Dark sabill clouds that thikned all the air  
Than by the rebels the retreat was bloune  
Which made the royal hoist seim sade with cair  
Nor would reteir till by their leaders au  
Their forced within their trinches to with draw.   

Four days within their camp still they remand  
Four days their foes encamped in their sight  
No day did pass wherein they once refraind.  
From skirmish hot and many singil fight  
At last the royal army was constrained  
To raise their camp and for to martche fourth right  
For victualis in their camp were waxing small  
Nor Physic helps their king's disease at all.   

He in a glorious chariot ritchlie wrought  
Goes in the mids they marching round about▪  
In Battle rank and all their Baggage brought  
Within the formest ranks thus all the rout  
still ready was to fight if their to sought  
Their foes perceived their resolutioun stout  
And for that time they thought not good to move them  
But follou still at unwarrs to prove them.   

Eduard the fierce while his deir brother lay  
O'er all the royal army did command  
Wheir with he marched a soft and easy way  
By Citeis fair through money a fertile land  
At last he caused the army for to stay  
In mars renowind schire wheir as he sand  
A willaige situate one a pleasant plain  
Wheir walthie Ceres, treasure doth remain.   

This famous town Eururie heght to name  
Famous for that great victory obtained  
By Bruce unto his foes eternal shame  
For in this town for health while he remained  
Buchans bold earl still thirsting efter fame  
From urging Battle could not be refraind  
Within two mills besyid old Meldrum long  
Upon a hill he lay encamped strong.   

A chosin band with Brechins' Lord he send  
At unawarrs his Princely foe to find  
Who of his long disease began to mend  
Whoes haughty mind was ne'er to rest inclined  
His armies forward at the village end.  
Encamped lay of foes that had no mind  
while Brechins' Lord against their wills would will them  
Battle to give or in their tents to kill them.   

But he and all his chossin crew discryied  
Hade been by them when near to them he drew  
Who found not as he hoped fair Scotland's guide  
Vnwars nor yet unreddie to pursue  
These that espyid him for the fight provide  
All ranked in order forth their weapons drew  
And though their foes were far the stronger might  
They boldly bide the Battle and the fight   

But these so few that could not long endure  
Were forced with-lose for to reteir at last  
while swift report with Informatioun sure  
Of their success unto the King had passed  
Which did his wont courage so procure  
As up h'arois and calls for armour fast  
His Lords wictheld him till he cried a loud  
His health was only gained by threatenings proud,   

His own chief Guard he with his brother send  
To hold them play till he the army brought  
Who boldly met them forcing them in end  
To fly and by that meins their safety sought  
He following to their camp did them attend  
Wheir Buchans erll still fretting in his thought  
Led forth his troops unto a valley wide  
Wheir strongly ranked, the battle would abide,   

By this the King was come who thought it best  
Eune then to join and give a furious charge  
Himself advancing fare before the rest  
Let Horror, Terror, Fear, and Death at large  
Wheirwith the rebels hearts were sore possessed  
Dismayed they fant their duty to discharge  
They fly, his looks prents feir in every heart  
Euin foe our stars their influence doth impart   

Few was their left vn-killed unto the chaise  
The erll and Mowbray unto England fled  
But ne'er returned while for their worthiness  
The King gave Buchans' schire thus conquered  
As soldiers pray wheir plenty did increase  
Such store of wealth from thence the army led  
As eune the poorest soldier for his shair  
bought lands and rich possessiouns to his heir.   

All the great north now to his peace was brought  
Erlls Lords and Barons were his hegmen sworn  
Touns Citeis castles strengths unto him sought  
And still their oaths with presents rich adorn  
Benorth the famous Grangeben was nought  
One schire but his mild yok had gladly borne  
Then back to Anguse he his army guides  
And to reduce that pleasant land provides.   

Forsars' strong hold did Fraser of Platane  
Recover from the English by a train  
Then all true Scots show themselves began  
And with some worthy service peace t'obtain  
Atholls bold Erll Brechin both Seigd and wane  
And brought that Lord unto his Prince again  
Thus both the Merns and Angus did obey him  
No foe was sein from conquest for to stay him.   

Then suddenly to perth, he marchd and raised  
Strong men made walls about thoes walls of stone  
Where with encompassed round they stood amazed  
Yet did resolve to yield at last to none  
There pover was such as all their feir appeased  
There strength was such as brought there curaige one  
But this their pover and this their strength agrie  
To bring them to their end with imfamie.   

For being two within for one without  
And heaving so impregnabill a hold  
They fed security and banist doubt  
In wain great Bruce had spent his soldiers old  
Who had reneud th'assault their walls about  
In thrice sevine days full sewintie times, so bold  
As, of nine hundreith thrice, he with him brought  
Six hundreith soldiers he had lost for nought.   

Wheir for by offering peace he tried their might  
Since neither strength nor force could them supprisse  
Their Walls was built of such a wondrous height  
On which strong, Tours their entry still device  
The Ditches war so broad and deiplie dight  
Wheirin Tayis flood up too the brinks did rise  
Still in thoes Touris and all thois Walls along  
War armed men above five thousand strong,   

Then after he two months had stayed before  
The walls in haist he raised his siege at last  
Wheir with the Citizens with threatenings sore  
Would brag and taunt the army as they passed  
But Scotland's campeoun wished nothing more  
Than this their insolence and nought aghast  
With silence he replied nor minds to stay them  
For ten to one he hops or long to pay them.   

Thrie days the army marcheth to the west  
Till they arrive within one forest fair  
And their the King commands great Treis' to cast  
Wheir of they ledders make and doth prepare  
Bake to return thus secretly they passed  
The way they came by night nor whispering are  
Of their approach let forth the meanest sound  
Till they arrive hard at the ditch profound,   

Weill knew their Lord the way that they should go  
For he himself had markit it before  
A schald he found into the ditch belo  
And he for to encurage them the more  
First wydeth o'er and on his shoulders two  
The longest and the lairgest Leather bore  
His shoulders bred jumped with the waters crop  
Yet o'er he goes and sets his ledder up.   

Each one admeird and wounding praised the died  
But most of all a Frenshman standing by  
And all 〈◊〉 the water leapt with speid  
Raising their ledders to these walls so high  
The King first montis with weill deserwing meid  
All mounted then and none did them descry  
For all securely sleipt nor feared offence  
The doubtful night yet had not parted thence, 
This Frenshman was Thomas of Longovell.    

Their Glorius Ensigns on the walls they spread  
Then to the dreadful work of death they fall  
Death that throw every Street his troops furthled  
Whom by their names heighe Tumult forth doth call  
Sorrow in Sabill Clouds all muffilled  
With cankered care came murning first of all  
Then Infant pity weiping then Despair  
Then Horror, Terror, Error, Pain, and Fear.   

Fear that ran witless heartless bloodless faint  
And trembling like one espin leaf did quaik  
Base shame and drowsy Sloth that gaip and gaunt  
Sadness that set in secret wyes her wrak  
And thousands more in nature discrepant  
Each one from these and all came heir to sack  
The woeful Town their greedy pansche to glut  
And War to every one his Morsel cut.   

war that with her led laules lewd Enormity  
Rapt, Reiving, Wrong, Raige, Discord, and Impiety  
Sakt, Sacrilege and sin in one conformity  
Atheismie despising Faith and scorning Deity  
Wrath Anger, Hate, and monstrous Deformity  
That Laus. A●r●s, Mavers mars and braks society  
Poor Poverty and waistfull Desolatioun  
L●f● turned in bloody Death's sad Transmigratioun.   

These fill the town and send a dreadful sound  
Up to the heavine with clamours rapts and cryiss  
Tears mixed with blood overflo the straits a round  
Wars bloody arms lift clouds about the skyiss  
Of died groaned fighs, delighting in each wound  
Her looks are lightning from her eyes that fleis  
Her Iron feitt shakebag Touns and Tours asunder  
The roaring of her voice is dreadful Thunder.   

All night this fearful Massacre did lest  
Till Titan crowned Olympus top with fire  
Then death and all this hellish creu addressed  
themselves to flight to darkness they retire  
And in a sabill cloud themselves they placed  
Then to the west they fly with Night their sire  
And all the way they went they left a tract  
That did infect the air with vapours black   

This they once gone both blood and slaughter ceased  
All that would yield was then to mercy ta'en  
Stratherns' old Earl got by his sons request  
His Prince's peace though he would not abstane  
To help the town for with the King at least  
His sone remained nor would from him refrane  
And then the town was leveled with the ground  
The walls war razed the ditches filled around.    

The Argument.  
The field of Cree fierce Edward's praise begin  
He beats with fifty fiftein hundredth foes  
The third time Douglas doth his castle win  
Then Bonkill, Randolph Huntleis land doth lose  
The bloody and the cruel fight of Linn  
The first two Douglas takes fry Gordone goes  
Great Bruce doth Lorne to his obedience bring  
The virgin-Tour is Randolphs' conquesing.  
Caput. 14.  

SHrink not dear Muse nor rest thy restless Team  
Tied to the labours of this endless story  
Penned in the narrow path of treuths poor theme  
Wind in these Labyrinths yet be not sorry  
Because that Phoebus' bay thou dares not cleam  
Nor range abroad for gain nor hunt for glory  
Nor with smooth Venus, sweitest songs can sport the  
But heir rude Mars harsh jarring must consort the.   

Thou art not heir s●t in an open plain  
Wheir as thou may in every pai●t be bold  
To wantonez ot like the horse of Spain  
Who bursts the helter erst that did him hold  
Scouring the medous heir and their amain  
Coruets and leaps with courage uncontrolled  
Nor drinks thou heir of Heliconian fontains  
But walks throu barren creiks and bo'lls of Mountains.   

Be north the banks of Sealike- forth did bow  
All in obedience to their native King  
When in Brigantia called Gallo'way now  
The English rage and mightily did regne  
Wherefore the fierce knight boldly doth avow  
That country in subiectioun for to bring  
And thither with his brother's leave he goes  
Small was his trine but many war his foes. 
To wit Edward.    

When he arrived within this pleasant land  
Eune all with sword and fire he did destroy  
He hight that our the English did command  
Sir Ingrhame Omphraveill whoes greatest joy  
Was still his foes by battle to with stand  
Who ay unto the Scots did much annoy  
Experience long had made him wise and bold  
cunning in feats of War in counsel old,   

Forth then this mighty man the English brought  
And did a mighty Army soon provide  
Of which when Edward here's he feareth nought  
But on the banks of Cree would them abide  
though thy were ten to one that to him sought  
Yet caired he not for these whom he did guide  
Were worthy men whoes valour weill he knew  
With ten of whom he tuentie would pursue. 
Cree a water or ●euer in galway.    

At this fair flood his foes he neids would stay  
The stream was to his bake a rampeir strong  
The soothern now at Butell castle ●ay  
From which they brought ●her armed force along  
Wise Omphravell still marched in good array  
Fearing some train thoes hills and daillis among  
while Edward choosd betuix the tour and stream  
A valley fit for bloody Mars his geam.   

And when the warlike English comes in sight  
Fierce Edward forth his bands to battle brings  
Tho feu yet famous whoes great valours might  
My long spent Muse groune hoars but harshly sings  
Both sides approacheth futiouslie to fight  
Their bloody rage throu all the mountains rings  
Send forth by Drums and Trumpets roaring cryiss  
Which Roks and Mountains Echoes through the skyiss.   

As two stout Rams when Jealous haits infused  
In their hot Renis a front two fl●issie floks  
Meit with their horned heads to push inused  
And rush on other with still ceaseless knocks  
So meits those armeiss and with blows confused  
Their arms resounds and with tempestuous schoks  
Earth rius but when dread Wrath her drought remembers  
Sche's drunk with blood & clad with martyred members.   

For the fierce champion gius so fierce a chairge  
His foes vn ablle longer to resist  
Shrink back at last and brak their ranks at lairge  
Some fleis some falls some fight some friends assist  
Although their warlike General did discharge  
A gen'ralls' pairt yet neids he not t'insist  
For nather words nor martial deids at all  
Could hearts from fear nor feit from flight recall.   

Whereat he takes such indignation great  
That shaming of their deids and scorning flight  
He last abides and with a brave despite  
assaults his foes with on resisted might  
With him a cornet stays for to indite  
Their fe●lous shame in their death-wishing fight  
And their brave Lord with this small band assisted  
His foes fierce wrath with manly breast ressisted, 
This was the general of the English armmie calid 〈◊〉 ingrem ●mphranell.    

But as bush of Saplings tender crops  
Is soon cut down by Peasants undertakin  
Eu'ue so their gilded casks and ploomed tops  
Fell down like blasted leaus all winter sh●kin  
And yet their Lords brave valour under props  
Their yielding strength their dieing spreits, t'awakin  
But hemmid in with multitude at length  
All this that yields not to such pourfull strength.   

Their General non that seis no help at all  
Scorns to be tan● and makes a worthy choice  
Fry must he go and leive or die he shall  
Dieing the best with him his life must loise  
Thus all his strongest pours he doth recall  
And braks forth throw the thikest of his foes  
Hewing a way for four that folloud still  
Who by his valour skaipt deaths endless iii.   

Fierce Edward come eune as they took the flight  
Who being loath they should escaip so fry  
Still follous them but now they came in sight  
Of Buttell Castle to the which they fly  
This strength Inpregnabill they won ere night.  
Yet for to force them Ishe immediately  
He caused some troops beneath their castle wall  
To bring away their herds their floks and all, 
Butteil Castle a strong hoild in galloway.    

But all availls not their they must remain  
Till England's King with forces them relieve  
Bold Edward seiged the castle but in vain  
In thrice two weiks he could them nothing grieve  
Till England's mighty King at last did gain  
Sir Odomer de Wallange to revive  
Old hate, and came in Scotland to revenge  
Long passed harms but doth his oath infrenge   

He only fifteen hundredth with him brought  
To raise the siege and to relieve his friend  
Edward gatt word of his intendit thought  
Whoes army scant but hundreds thrie contained  
The choice of which but fifty forth he sought  
With these weill horsed his foe he thus preveind  
Ten leagues from thence within a forest learge  
He stays at onawars his foe to chairge,   

Tim's restless hours undoes the Gates of day.  
All quikning bright Apollo would be gone  
Whoes golden tressis gilds with glistering ●ay  
The topless tops of famous Lebanone  
When English Odomer was on his way  
And being come within the would anon  
Fierce Edward would have charged such was his rage  
If nought with held by grave advise of age.   

As hungry Ravening Wolf's that do intend  
To pray on flocks by Schipherds called to fold  
In Paths unknown their silent way they bend  
Their feathered feitt by wings of hope made bold  
far of they follow warlie till in end  
occasion quickly by the top they hold  
So follow these their foes unto the plain  
Who still securlie marched nor feared their train.   

And on them now they set with courage stout  
With shouts and cryiss they make a fearful sound  
Their first assault disordered all the rout  
With lancis stiff they bore them down to ground  
Who feared they were an army great no doubt  
So suddan fury doth the thoughts confound  
But their brave Lord sir Odomer suspected  
Their crafty gyll the which he thus detected.   

Ah fear them not quoth he I know their trains  
I know their craft I know their force their might  
We twenty are wheir one of them remains  
Ah villains this is but a silly slight  
Come you shall have your weill deserved pains  
In your own nets yourselves are ta'en full right  
Come we are for you come receive your blows  
I sie you long your wretched lives to lose.   

Now nou-oure swords shall all those wrongs amend  
Bold, Odomer, with visage stern cries out  
And sindrie of his troops with him contend  
To force them back but they with courage stout  
An answer sharp on points of lances send  
Who brought by this an uther course about  
Fierce Eduard then with suord and shield so hollow  
Cuts down their ranks whom blood & death did follow.   

From his stern looks his fearful foes withdrew  
Their eyes that winked which clouds of night bedims  
Their fanting hearts distilleth a bloody dew  
Deaths thriefold horror through their ears still swims  
Their feit seem light to fly fant to pursue  
A shevering cold throw all their bodyiss clims  
Yea at his very sight his foes resemble  
The Seggs or reids in fens with wind that tremble.   

And now no more their captane they obey  
His awe seims nothing to their aufull foe  
Although themselves were willing for to stay  
Their legs, hearts hands unto their will said no  
All go to flight and heir and their doth stray  
Their Lord although unwilling neids must go  
He shams to England while he hests with speid  
That he had broke his vow for such a died.   

Victorious Eduard ●o the Siege retornd  
while omphravell that hears this overthrow  
Knew that proud fortune now her back had turned  
Whoes smylls were changed to frouns remeidles w●  
Wheirfore he yields the strength wheir he soiornd  
With passage fry in England for to go  
To this fierce youth now all the land obeys  
None his commands nor his behests gainseys.   

while thus he reigned and ruled over all  
His valiant brother that all conquring King  
The Lord of Lorns old hate he did recall  
Which all in one his angry pour's did bring  
His Heralds gius the camp but leasur small  
To Lorne to Lorne their proclamation sing  
But all this time the worthy Douglas goes  
Victorious still amongst his armed foes.   

Douglas strong tour essais he first of all  
And fifty load of hay in saiks' weill bound  
He caused to drive hard by the Castle wall  
The Captane hoping victuals to have found  
Isht with his troops whom or he did recall  
He seis that conquering knight so munch renowned  
Betwixt him and his strength who now with might  
Would force him ather for to fly or fight. 
This captain ●eght wob●ount.    

And thus the Scots assaill with raging mood  
Whom long the English valiantly withstands  
Till like a Lion wet with lukewarm blood  
The Douglas slops their ranks and braks their bands  
He heavid his sword above their heads wheir stood  
Both life and death that urged him with demands  
But as his fury led him all to kill  
Fear led them for to shun remeidles iii.   

Wobtoun himself dyit by his valiant hand  
Wobtoun that captane was of all the rout  
The rest from him that fled no mercy found  
All died, yea eune the fearful with the stout  
Nor wall nor tour nor castle let they stand  
All throune to ground the ditchiss filled about  
Great Douglas fame now fleis o'er all the land  
All yields to him o'er all he doth command. 
This wobtoun was injoind by his miseres to keip thee venturous Castle of Douglas an yeir befoir she wauld favour him which in Inn●k tione was found in a letter gottin on him when he was sleeve.    

All Douglas dail and Etrik Forest fair  
And Jedburch to their native Prince then sought  
But the Lord Stevart Bonkills only heir  
A man that valours rairest fructs forth brought  
Was chairgd by England's King for to repair  
'Gainst fortunes knight for this great wrongs he wrought  
Who with him brought the valiant Randolph forth  
And bold Sir Adam Gordone much of worth. 
The Lord stewart of buhkill rises against the douglace.    

With these and fifty more he came to view  
The land and how the people stood affected  
But worthy Douglas of their cuming knew  
Their secret drifts to him were all detected  
Then after them he softly did pursue  
And folloud them a fa●● still unsuspected  
Till they at night reteird unto one Inn  
Was ●itchlie bult upon the banks of Linn.   

Then round about the house his men he set  
And threatened fire till they came thronging forth  
With bloody fight then both the pairteis met  
And both did prove the utmost of their worth  
Thus scott's against the Scots were hardly set  
Nor was their any their of English birth  
Great is the heat and fury blovis the fire  
Wheir friends against their friends are moved with Ire. 
A cruel fight,    

Greats pity was to view this woeful fight  
Still was the killer killed yet none would fly  
The Douglas party was of greater might  
Yet still the other's fight and fight die  
At last when death and slaughters at the height  
Of fifty none was left alive but thrie  
That with the Stewart came and Douglas lost  
Of fifty twiss near sixth six all most.   

Bonkills bold Lord that could no more defend  
With Randolph and with Gordone steps aside  
And son was horsed to she but lo in end  
The Douglas did so weill for that provide  
Their way was stepped what course so e'er they bend  
Sir Adame Gordone leads and was their guide  
Who with a disperat hazard brave and bold  
Braks throu his foes and saiff his way doth hold,   

The uther two did to the Douglas yield  
Who entertained them as his friends most deir  
He many days theirafter kept the field  
But saw no enemy at all appeir  
Yet ne'er Irkt he armour for to wield  
Wheirfore unto his Prince he would reteir  
Who now was on his journay Lorne to view  
Yet to the Camp he came are any knew   

even to the royal Tent swift fame had borne  
The news of his approach unto the King  
Who from his throne rose like the glorious morn  
And to him says my thoughts were combating  
If my loueed Erlle did leive, or died forlorn  
And with his arms about his neck did hang  
while as he kneild my gracious Prince said he  
I leive if in your grace, if nought I die.   

Much more they said at last the knight presents  
His prisoners unto his royal Prence  
Whoes love, his Nephew too too son prevents,  
With speiches proud and spit'full conference  
But wisdom mild and grave with rage convents  
And staid wrath haisting death for his offence  
Yet Bonkills Lord and he's to prison sent  
Wheir they must stay till Lorns new war besprent. 
Randolph was his sister soon.    

But now the Lord of Lorne that clearly knew  
Of their approach so weill did him provide  
By schip himself on sea the fight would view  
And left two thousand on the land beside  
That 〈◊〉 montans tope themself withdrew  
Which did that country by itself divide  
And underneath that hill the passage lay  
So that the arm's's forced to pass that way.   

The King that of them had intelligence  
Sends Douglas forth with him a chosen band  
Who with much pain but schort continuance  
Had win their backs by hid ways which th●y found  
Now comes the army to the straight and thence  
They see their foes above all armed stand  
On crags, and hurled down mighty stones from high  
And thence they at their clouds of arrows fly.   

Wherefore an uther chosen band intent  
With valiant Hay to give the chairge before  
Of these the stones brought many to their end  
And some returned leamd briusd and wounded sore  
Yet to his foes bold Hay did still ascend  
Still formest to encurage them the more  
And tho but feu in spite of all their foes  
They won the mountains highest top with blows.   

But surly their each one had losd his life  
Their foes so huge encompassed them about  
If Douglas, who with labour pane and strife  
Had not arrived with his resistless rout  
But then o then blows, wounds, and deaths were ri●e  
Long fought they long was victory in doubt  
But Douglas now 'gan on his men to frown  
Because they were so long un overthroune   

Then with the strongest ranks it fareth worce  
His sword their makes a wide and bloody lain  
He treads them killed and wounded by his force  
Who yieldeth leius, all that resists at slain  
So kill's a hound the cur without remorse  
That bits when he that yields his life doth gain  
Our knight still kills the armed with best assistance  
And scorns t'assaill but wheir he finds resistance,   

Good valiant Hay that through the rout furthwent  
Fand matchless Douglas dealing deaths anew  
And to his side he step't incontinent  
A hardy friend bold constant wise and true  
These two once met were all sufficient  
A great and mighty Army to subdue  
Yea though bold Hay had bidden from the fight  
Douglas alone had put them all to flight.   

At last discomfeit all doth fly away  
Down to a tumbling river deip and read  
They passed a bridge that our this river lay  
Which they would cut of danger to be fred  
But of their work they did them quickly stay  
And gave so fierce a chairge till thence they fled  
By this one bridge the Army past the flood  
And found from thence that no man them with stood.   

A wondrous strength was their Dunstaffage heght  
The vanquest rebels manned this fortress strong  
But with a Siege environed hard and strait  
They forced are to yield it up or long  
Argills' old Earl a man of wondrous might  
Got peace whoes soon had done such endless wrong  
Then all submit themselves the King before  
even all the Lords along the western shore. 
The Lord of lorn was soon to the earl of Argill.    

All faithful Scots rejoice of his success  
And for to show their just conceaud Ire  
Their crafty foe by craft they would supres  
Still when occasion winked at their desire  
Amongst the rest that show his willingness  
A country suaine their duelt in Lithgo shire  
That was both fearless hardy strong and bold  
He to his native Prince some service would.   

A peil or strength by Lithgo lake their stood  
That held in awe the country round about  
A hundredth English with their captane good  
Commands the strength wells fortified about  
This country cloune, oft for their horse's food  
With provender and hay came in and out  
Five sons he had as bold as was their sire  
Thrie brother borne and bred in Mars his ire.   

And these weill armed within a wane he set  
And cunning lie he covered them with Hay  
Then driveth forth his wane straght to the gat●  
Wheir he ar●●ed with the morning grey  
The porter rose and in the wane he let  
This driver Binny heght who made no stay  
But to the porter leapt and soon dispatched him  
Then forth he lets the rest while nothing fashd him▪   

And soon themselves they throw the chambres spread  
Some sleipt some armed and naiked some they found  
But all their lives at length they quickly read  
None that resists could their rude rage with stand  
Thret tien were to the captains chalmer fled  
Who with him tho●n armed thes houses manned  
But tours nor walls could not prevent their smart  
Mild pity dualls not in a Curish heart.   

The King returned from Lorne did weill reward  
This binnie for so hazardous a died  
Then of his nepheu Randolph heath regaird  
For still his love his Anger did exceid  
Morais great earldom he for him prepaird  
Of whom hereafter he might stand in neid  
And sure his worth is worthily renowned  
A braver knight ne'er tread upon the Ground▪   

Who being to his uncle reconceild  
Wisl●d oft within his haughty heart, to sho  
Some piece of rarest service in the field  
Who●s fame his former faults might far outgo  
Fortune even then did fit occasion yield  
Whereby the King his willing mind should know  
Nine provinces with England yet did stand  
Besouth the silver Forth even all the land,   

Obeyed to England's King but only thrie  
jedbrughe and Eirik and fair Douglas dail  
These by the mighty Douglas conquered be  
'Gainst whose all couquring arm none could prevail  
In all these lands brave Randolph weill did sie  
Many strong holds and castles to assaill  
Amongst the which was one whoes strength excel●  
The Virgin-tour or Maiden-castell called.   

Of that heigh crag this beautifies the top  
Whereon the famous Edinburghe doth stand  
And that fair touns fry liberteis doth stop  
So proudly doth the Garesone command  
Whoes wills to tame their insolence to crop  
His uncle puts the chairge into his hand  
Which he obeiss and being furneishd out  
With a straight siege he sets the walls about.   

A Gascon captane chief was of the hold  
Whom strait the English take and put in bands  
And of themselves they choosed a captane bold  
That valiantly their enemy with stands  
Who in continual labour doth them hold  
By new assaults with fresh and warlike bands  
Yet still with lose he's forced for to reteir  
So resolute and bold his foe's appeir 
The name of the Gascon was 〈…〉 bald.    

At last he seiks for to obtane by slight  
Wheir strength did fail and wheir no force prevailis  
For sure it was unpregnable by might  
In vain with warlike force he still assaills  
Sir Williame French or Frances lo he hight  
Who comes one day to him and thus reveills  
To win the hold my Lord I know the way  
Nor all their force my subtle craft can stay.   

My lusty youth I spent within these walls  
As capteive while my father did command  
My love within the town as oft it falls  
To whom by night a secreit way I found  
though dangerous to Banquets Masks and Balls  
I went for love O what can love with stand  
I shall you lead up throu the crag by night  
Unto a wall but scant seaune cubits height.   

Glade was the earl that he did thus devise  
And promised him a fair and rich rewarded  
When pitch clouds than muffills up the skies  
With thrittie and his guide the count repaired  
Hard to the rock and mounting doth arise  
A thousand faddoms height without regaird  
For fearful danger could them nought with hold  
Under the wall at last they rest them would,   

When strait above them doth the watch repair  
And our the wall one throus a mighty stone  
The which a corner of the crag did bear  
Hard by them else they died had every one  
Fly trautors fly quod one I fie you their  
But with her dreadful wail black night alone  
Had covered them by heavins heighe providence  
Else with a thought there sowlls hade pairted thence.   

The watch that hears not seiss nothing depairts  
When to the wall they set their ledder strait  
And Frances first ascends that knew these pairts  
Sir Andro Grace was next a valiant knight  
Then mounts the erlle when with curagious hearts  
The watch returns that now had got a sight  
Of them and treassone treason loudly cries  
Wheir with they all awaekd in arms arise.   

Then th●t brave Lo●d and his two knights pursue  
The watch with such undaunted courage stout  
That all of them they quickly overthrew  
When all the armed garesone comes out  
The Scots or then got up all doth renew  
A deadly fight while Blood flowed round about  
Their bloody swords oft gius a glomeing light  
Still made more fearful by the dreadful night   

Great was the Number of the English foe  
But many hearts were ceased with soddant fear  
And yet their Captane did great valour sho  
With whom as yet themselves they bravelle bear  
A hardy Scot doth to the Captane go  
That Setone hight a knight that knew no fear,  
Grave wise and old whoes counsall's stayed effect  
The worthy Randolph held in great respects.   

Thrie sons he had that with himself forth speids  
And when he seis the Captans murdering Ire  
My sons quoth he let this bold knights brave deads'  
Be bellows for to kindle angers fire  
Perrells and dangers hard, or honours seads  
Fame worthy prase to perrells still aspire  
His tender whelps so leads the Lion old  
Forth to their prey and whits their courage bold. 
A pitiful fight.    

The youths stepped forth and with their hardy father  
The warrlick Captane furiously pursue  
The old knight hits him on the helm but neither  
His armour pierced he nor his blood forthdrew  
Who notched afraid but enraged rather  
His brand with blood of honoured age t'inbrew  
Quite throu his gentle breast the brand he thrust  
Whoes life and blood both at the wound forth burst.   

The yeoungest soon that seis his father slain  
Holds up his dying sire with both his hands  
But o poor pity, kindness o in vain  
In vane for help he calls, for his demands  
Are soon cut of, and with them cut in tuaine  
His arms, that links about his Sire like bands  
Down fall they both Both bid the rest adieu  
Both kissing die; Ah woeful sight to view:   

Two brother now was only left alive  
And yet though both alive both twice were slain  
In these two deaths yet both against him strive  
But nather could his fury great restrane  
The breast down to the bowels he doth rive  
Of one the other's head he cleft in twane  
The noise and tumult of this hapless fight  
Brought Randolph for to view this woeful sight.   

He rudlie brak the press and came in time  
To take revenge but too too late to aid  
Ah woes me quoth he shall you his fair prime  
Be thus destroyed and wisdoms wealth decayed  
Who durst commit so in human a crime  
Who hath so far from reason's centre strayed  
He quoth the Captane who dares seal his died  
With thy hot blood and on thy heart dart's feid.   

For rage and wrath the count could not reply  
But strongly thrusts his sword forth him before  
Quite through his breast, the wound he ripped t'esspy  
His cruel heart which his left hand forth tore  
And wrong forth blood sprinkling on these that lie  
But neulie dead, if this can back restore  
Your lives, he proous a Pelicane quod he  
If nought let this appease your Ghosts from me.   

And nought suffeisd with this revenge at will  
He wraks upon the multitude his wrath  
there Captanis blood suffeisd him not until  
They ●ane in heaps to fly such crwell death  
Some leaps ye craige some runs out our ye hill  
These breaks there necks those crushed to dust beneath  
So headlong flies a flight of simple dous  
When from her way the princely falcon bous.   

Or then night fled to let the lightsome day  
Unfold her works of murder death and blood  
The strength was wune no southeron their did stay  
Nor saw they any that their will gain stood  
The Gascon Captane that in prison lay  
The Erlle released from bands and servitude  
Then fully was that prophesy perfected  
Which Candmoirs Sanct-like Queen theirin endited. 
Queen 〈◊〉 garet that was cannoneidse the chaste wryie upon the wall of the chapel Gordevous 〈◊〉 François. with one mā●limming up ●llledder 〈◊〉 ●ne wall which is meint by France that was the cause of the winning of the Castle.     

The Argument.  
A messenger unto the King doth scho  
Sad neus that doth incense his wrathful lre  
From Roxbrughs' tours brave Douglas beats the foe  
Eduards bold answer Quens; hd his brother's fire  
To view the Englis camp doth Douglas go  
The Scots obey their Princes Just desire  
jew men they send but valiant fierce and bold  
Choosed forth of every Region uncontrolled,  
Caput. 15.  

Scotlands' great King that all this time had gone  
From town to town from city strength and tour  
Through fife, Stratherne, Merns, Angus one by one  
And Goureis cars which all unto his pou'r  
Did gladly yield, and he eune he alone  
Their native Lord was their great conqueror  
But he to Fdinbrughe returned at last  
Till Isickles his chilling breath forth blast.   

No greater pomp, Solemnity, nor glory,  
Magnificence, Praise, riches, nor renown  
Got Cesar as records the Roman story  
When as he made the western world bow down  
To Rooms proud rule wheirof he might be sorry  
Nor entered he more bravely in that ●oune  
Then our great Lord when first he entered heir  
Who was more loved whom all as much did fear.   

while heir he stayed admeird feared loved of all  
To him brave Randolph did the Castle yield  
Which to the ground he raised both tour and wall  
That their his foe again fold have no beild  
And on a day set in his Princely hall  
He to his knights and Lords his will revealed  
When straght a messenger doth to him bring  
Tidings of joy wheirof new troubles spring.   

The messenger upon his face doth fall  
And saith great King and my most Gracious Prence  
All praise be geune to God that doth install  
Upon our throne thy worth thy excellence  
God grant that in thy said he may recall  
Thy glory and resume thy greatness thence  
Thy brother Eduard humble greiteth thee  
And warns the thus of what is passed by me.   

Rugleins' strong peil is ta'en by Eduard bold  
That warlike town Dundie by him is win  
And also royal Stirling uncontrolled  
Gladly received his conquring army Inn  
But that impregnable and matchless hold  
Stirlings strong Castle would not once begin  
To hear of peace till famein forced at last  
They parley thus, and thus their peace is past.   

A yeir to keip the hold he them permits  
And if within that time great England's King  
Releius them nought but cairles them omits  
Then in his hands they shall the place resing  
Sir Philip Mowbray their in reuling sits  
He's gone to England Succour thence to bring  
And now that mighty King provides we hear  
By Gain and gold to bring all Europe heir.   

For he by proclamation great hath sworn  
Through every kingdom country town and shire  
That Scotland's name by him shall be out worn  
He will destroy that nation in his Ire  
And all that comes of uther nations borne  
To keip that day shall have what they desire  
And of this Kingdom great without extorsioun  
Each equal to his worth shall have his portioun.   

Great multitude of strangers day by day  
Brought by these means in England doth arrive  
So that they think rich England scarcely may  
Find store ynuch to keip them all allive  
Besides those cuntreis' great that him obey  
In France all Princes his confedrats strive  
Who shall the best and greatest armeiss raise  
〈◊〉 willing seims all Europe him to please.   

And thus in time your grace would neids be aware  
To sue with gifts the angry King to please  
Or give you mind to try the chance of War  
Provide in time your forces for to raise  
Wheir with the King's eyes brunt with wraeths teid sta●  
Should we his jyre with gifts quoth he appease  
Why villain what base fear so timorous  
Ere till this day hath thou espied in us   

Have we till now sustained such endless pane  
And storms of Wars sad tempests hath out worn  
Our Kingdom crown and country to obtane  
And raised oure self in spite of England's scorn  
For brags thus for to fold with shame again  
When Fortune to our foot the Ball hath borne  
No heavins forbid such clouds of fear and shame  
Sold so obscuir our morning's rising beam.   

What though the pride of our imperious foe  
With ever sol destruction doth us boast  
Our forces mean his multitudes doth know  
Yea though a world of men augment his host  
Our mite incresleth with his talon lo  
The widous oill when blisd though leist was most  
He must be many still and still be glorious  
And feu we must be still, and still victorious.   

Let him bring forth his England, Ireland, Waills,  
With Britange Gascon and fair Aquitane  
Poitew and Guian and all cuntreis' else  
With Scotland's better pairt yet all in vane  
God us protects 'gainst whoes strong a●me preuaill●  
No Earthly pour in him our hopes remane  
true scott's we bring and brings this prais with all  
'Gainst Scots alone all Europs thought too small   

Thus spoke the King while all his Lords and peers  
Reioisd thereat and hoped in heavins revenger  
while he not only fearless bold appeirs  
But also aware and wyislie weyiss the danger  
He for each captain sends who soon compeirs  
Consulting all how to bear of the stranger  
The conquering knight came their whoes worthy acted  
My tird quill mends and my dull Museawaiks.   

How soon the King returned was from Lorne  
And progress took through every regione fair  
To vieu the land wheirto himself was borne  
As righteous King just Prince and only heir  
Douglas that rest and ease did ever scorn  
Did back unto the south again repair  
Wheir he the English oft did overthrou  
But Roxbrugh how he won jyll only show.   

And thus it was on fastingevins dark night  
Thrie scoir he brings in armour pitchy black  
All on their hands and feit doth creip out right  
No noise no sound no word bewrayed their tract  
The watch them seiss but so as in their sight  
They seimd a heard of bews and this they spoke  
This night good Rodger lets his herd at learg  
Whereof ere long black Douglas may take chearg.   

He smils to see their sight deceived so  
But hard below the wall arrived at last  
In goes the watch, such thundering tempests blo  
Ledhous a Leather made of Tovis up cast  
Whoes clerks of jeon soundeth with the thro'  
Yet full of euraige he ascend●th fast  
This engine he devisd wherebe to gain  
Himself sum glory and his foe sum pain,   

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

With life devoring swords the Scots, 
The captane height Guilliame ●erms whereby it appeirs he was a 〈◊〉 man.  arrive  
That Douglas Douglas cryis whoes very name  
So dreadful seimd, that few for weapons strive  
But flei to save their lives not cairing shame  
Or day thrie hundredth they of life deprive  
The captane with the rest themselves reclaim  
In an strong tour but Douglas kept the field  
Till famien forced them all at last to ȝeild.   

And then brave Douglas they entreat for peace  
To whom anon they render up the hold  
he their liwes and all unto his grace  
Who was as wise and mild as fierce and bold  
Them of that bondaige straight he did relace  
And send them home with all their wealth their gold  
And then to Edinbruche his course he bent  
Where warlike Bruce for all his Lords had sent.   

Their Edward their great Steward might he see  
True mar wise Lenox, hay, and Randolph strong,  
With many more grave counsalours that be  
To their brave Prince who sat them all among  
All silence keipt he muisd with majesty  
while one his throne he sat at last of wrong  
Acuisd his brother who with reverend fear  
Too this his wise and solid words gave ear.   

Brother what haist what raschnes did you guide  
What folly caused you give so long a day  
To England's mighty king for to provide  
His forces great when weill you know he may  
Bring forth for every one upon our side  
A hundredth warlike knights in good array  
How could you think that we could him gainstand  
Who yet most part of Scotland doth command.   

Yea thought he would no uther forces raise  
But only Scots for to relieve the hold  
even these can overmatch us if he please  
Much more with Irish English Welshmen bold  
With Almans Frenshe and Dutchis by all these  
Whom in subjection he in France doth hold  
All these shall come and with a world of men  
Shall we be able to encounter then.   

surly you had no foresight heir at all  
And to our rising state you wronged much  
What we have conquest yet is very small  
Nor are we siure of these, the commouns such  
Inconstant minds do bear, and so our fall  
Is near, if one the brokin reid but tuche,  
Better had bein we ne'er had sought with pain  
To climb so high so soon to fall again.   

His brother answers heavins forbid that so  
Should fall, what I have done we can not mend,  
Not neid we much to fear our mighty foe,  
Thought he bring armeiss from th● world's end,  
His Sun is at his Sommerr S●lsteice lo  
And neids he must return for to descend  
Fortune must Frown when she too long hath smil●  
Who surest hopeth oft is oft begild.   

Yea though he head a hundredth Kingdoms more  
And could a hund●eth England's bring to war  
By heaven he shall have Battle once before  
He come to Stirling if to come he dare  
This spoke bold Edward whoes bold words restore  
The shining light of Gloreis' darkened Star  
In many hearts which to great love doth raise him  
His Brother in his heart doth greatly praise him.   

But gravely thus again the King began  
My Lords my captains and my chieftains all,  
I gladly would we were assured when  
Our foes should come, and when our troops recall,  
For our mean force must be made stronger than  
To catch occasion and give vantage small  
Then Douglas says my Lord let one be sent  
That warlie can perceive whaat's their inten.   

And surly I myself the man must be  
●yll slily walk through all their squadrons brave  
A French man of a Scot they all shall sie  
With Almans French and Dutch I can deceive  
I Knou their Lords and Princes of degree  
Through all their camp the secrets I will have  
jyll raise my beard and bazane make my face  
jyll change my voice my gesture and my Grace   

Loth was the King that he should undergo.  
This fearful task he for himself provides  
But neids he would be gone at last and so  
Disguised like a French man forth he rids  
His face straik with one oil no pairt did sho  
Of his first Grace his countenance it hids  
The accents hard of French he sounds so right  
That eune the French themselves mistake their sight.   

The worthy Bruce his time not idly spent  
But forth to muster calls his men of war  
Forth to the flourie banks of forth they went  
Unto a pleasant Medou lairge and squair  
Deir Muse though time hath in oblivion penned  
These wortheiss names that heir did armour be it  
And made their of springs nams' too differ fare  
Thou knows both what they were & what they are.   

But what they were, were longsome to repeat  
Only as they are now to us unfold  
That though their names be some what changed of lait  
Yet we may know them for the of spring bold  
That yet remains stand not on points of stait  
But at each land each province be enrolled  
With their Lord's name and these such Tinkior lend  
As mighty time nor age may efter spend.   

Unto the camp their worthy King forth goes  
Their King their Captane and their General great  
while all the commoun soldeors arose  
With joyful shouts and signs of Love perfyit  
Pleased with their salutatiouns sweit, he shoes  
A cheirfull smile, their love for to requyit,  
Then gius command against the following morn,  
Their glorious standards should the plain adorn.   

No sooner Titan Butneist Neotuns' vawe  
And spread his beams o'er Earth's enameled breast  
When forth the wortheiss warlike bold and brave  
Came all in shining Steill, their glistering crest  
Adorned with plums, their armed horse whoes show  
With statlie prausing seemed with pride possessed,  
Before their Lord, he from a rocks proud height  
One every troop down bend his curious sight.   

Now Eduards, Douglas, Randolphs' troops remained  
About the King nor marchd they to the plain  
And all on Douglas absence much complained,  
But most of all his own men thought in vain  
A sight he of the English camp obtained  
Nor fea●d he ought nor would he turn again  
Whom to his fortune leave we now to sho  
These troops that martchd unto the plain belo,   

From Skieland orknay Caittnes fair and wide  
Forth stretched to the great north these, countries lies  
Came forth two thousand led in martial pride  
By two bold erlls of Ancient families  
That long these countries lairge did wish guide  
And tho far of they lie yet they aryiss  
To help their noblle prince their minds so haughty  
Showing thereby their faith, love, zeal their duty. 
The erlls of orknay and caithnes.    

Ross Sutherland Stranaver next to them  
As many men as brave as stout as strong  
Led by two worthy erlls of ancient fame  
Great Sutherland and Ros right famous long  
Of Irish Scots in clanns that keipt the name  
Five hundredth thrice their chieftans brought along  
From all these montane cuntreis' north that lie 
The erlls of sother land and ros.   
And pleasant shoirs that coasts the Irish say. 
The frasers' Grants and Glenhatten.    

Randolph brought forth all Morrays shire almost  
These wait on him he waits upon the King  
The men of Buchane though their Lord was lost  
To show their love and duette forth did bring  
A thousand bold brought from that pleasant cost  
That still beholds the Germane Ocean spring  
For Grain a fertile land for pastor good  
The men a people of Bellona's brood. 
Erlle of moray.    

From Marr two thousand came of warlike fame  
Led by that ever famous erlle of Marr  
Whoes faithful heart whoes much redoubted name  
Yet never left his Prince in Peace nor War  
Whoes star of Glory ever casts a beam  
Which still Illuminats both near and far  
The men of atholl then their Ensign spread 
Erlle of mar   
A thousand by their gallant erlle forth-led. 
Erlle of Athol.    

From Merns their came of Squires and of knights  
A thousand warlike, 
earl marchel his first forbier at the ●attell of are broth slew camus Prince of deigns for which he got gryt sands and was made Marchell of Scotland.  hardy, fearless bold  
Led by their Erlle trained up in marti'all fights  
Their erlle whoes worth my Muse can not unfold  
Whoes great ancestors shined still glorious lights  
And whoes first father did the land up hold  
From bondage wild for which they still command  
As only great Lord Merschalls of the land.   

But Angous heght the Region next that lies  
A famous fertile fair and pleasant land  
From which two thousand did in arms arise  
Led by great Lords that by themselves command  
As Ogiluy and Brechin bold and wise 
Lord Ogilluy.   
Montrois great erlle that led a valiant band 
Lord of brich me.   
But he that led the most pairt of that host 
Erlle of montrois.   
Was Crausurds mighty erlle who reuled most 
Erll of Craffoord.    

Nixt Goureis Carss a pleasant euntrie lies  
Upon the northern banks of famous Tey  
And to the North the Eist and West arise  
Pleasant grem hills up to the cloudy sky  
That like a wall impregnable defies  
The boasting foe or foragne enemy  
Streaching their ragid arms aloft ascending  
The pleasant plains from tempests still defending. 
The discriptione of the cars of gourie.    

Wheir Barley Wheat and all the sorts of Grain  
That pleasant country plentefullie yields  
In all the valleys meids and every plain  
The fruitful Treis' at stroued through all the fields  
The Regions round about that doth remane  
At still suppleid from thence wheir plenty wields  
By heaven and nature greaced with all things else  
That even the famous Normandy excels.   

The port or enters to this pleasant land  
Is strong Dundie weill cituat and fair  
Betwixt it and the Germane laek that stand  
Wheir as Tays mighty flood with murmuring cair  
Like Tagus rolling our the golden sand  
Doth cast himself away as in despair  
From this fair land came forth a thousand good  
That in their cuntreis' cause would spend their blood. 
Erlle of arrall his first foibeit a●● us battle of with his two sons.    

By mighty Erroll were these troops forth led  
Whoes great beginning gloriously was wrought  
When as the bloody Danes their ensigns spread  
Heir to destroy our nation while they sought  
As endless swarms in thousands Bie-hyus bred  
Such endless swarms these rude barbarians brought  
Of armed savageiss though still with stood  
And filled the land with Famine war and blood. 
And yoks in their hands stayed the Scots from flight and obtainned the victory for ●he which they got the care of gourie & was made constable 〈◊〉 Scotland.    

But when their Moon was full their Tide at height  
Our Ebb so low that hope and all was lost  
Thy first forbe'r stout Hey came to the fight  
Who with two sons alone their fortune crossed  
Whoes valour's only put them all to flight  
O wonder thrie our comes a mighty host  
But so Jove wild that from so fair a spring  
Scotland's great Constabill his stream should bring.   

Then fertile Fife next mustered forth her brood  
A land by Nature fair and rich by art  
From Tay's great stream to Forths' clear crystal flood  
She gathers forth her bands in every part  
Erlles Lords and knights they all are horsemen good  
Th●●● thousand chosen men of heighe desert  
Rothes great erlle and many erlls beside  
Amid these troops spread forth their Ensigns wide. 
Erlle of rothes and the Lord lindsay with others.    

Thrie thousand more came forth of Louthean fair  
All Prince's Lords and knights and men of fame  
Wheir Seton's Lord eume Weintons' erlle did bear  
Not meanest rule with vthers of great name  
Angous great erlle a●d Morton both was their  
Thomas other countries fair might them reclaim  
Wheir they bore rule with many barons more  
As Gems do ringis whose worths that land decore. 
Lord setone erlle of wencon.    

Then Lithgoes schire and Stirlings pleasant land  
Seavin tims five hundredth men of arms forth send  
Their Livingston our Lithquhow did command  
Lord Elphingstoun his aid did likewaies lend  
Monteiths old erlle brought forth a chosen band  
A gallant rout on erskin's Lord depend  
From C●yde that came all thes and many more 
Lord livingston erlle of lithquhow.   
As floods to th'ocean to their soveraing flow. 
Lord elphingston.    

Perth and S●ratherne two regions fair and bred  
Send forth two thousand hardy knights on horse  
Stratbern and Drumond erlle of perth forth led  
The greatest pairt of all this martial force  
And h●it the Morrayis turth there ensign spread  
Who from Moravia bring their ancestors  
A doughty race of people bold and stern  
Led by that valiant Lord of Tulliberne. 
Lord drummond erlle of perth and Males than erlle of strachern Lord murray of Tullibern erlle of ball●uhidder.    

And Bunkills Lord their came, that Stewart hight  
Whom Douglas with brave Randolph took of yore  
When Huntles mighty Lord by honoured flight  
Eschaipt from Jedward as you hard before  
He brought a gallant troop and wrought so right  
That to his Prince's peace he did restore  
This Adam Gordone huntley's noble Lord  
With virtue and with valour much decorde. 
Lord Steward then of Bonk●ll.    

He is the Mers a mighty rule did bear  
Eune he of whom heauns maker had decred  
Such Branches still should Spring as should up rear  
That house to such a height as now his said  
Ring's in the North nor can tims aig out wear  
Their greatness worth and well deserving meid  
Nor can it be amise for to repeat  
From South to North what caused them cheange their seat. 
Lord Marquis of huntle.    

This Lords brave soon in Mars his bloody field  
In spite of thou sands of his armed foes  
With conquering suord made Atholls er'll to yield  
That in despite of Scotland's King arose  
And to the English foe became a shield  
Till they the second time procuild new woes  
For which brave died his Prince did him declare  
Lord of Strathbogis fertile region fair. 
This sir Allexander Gordone sought the field of keil●line agains the Earl of Athol who took pairt with England which Erll the said sir Allexander slay with his own hand for the which he gatt the lands of Strathbogie.    

His race ay since oft mixed with Princely blood  
In the great North doth worthily command  
From Bogyis stream too Speyis greart famous flood  
And famous made their name in many a land  
And to their Prince hath done such service good  
As in the height of Glory still they stand  
So little springs of fair clear crystal fontains  
Become great floods and sueill o'er topless mountains.   

From thence great Lords arose, whoes virteus rate  
Might well by fames eternal beayes be crowned  
Of whom our cuntreis' ureters at so spear  
That in oblivions floods their deads' are drowned  
Whoes worth great woloms could not all declare  
Deserving well for ay to be renowned  
Yet ureters bleamles are eas may be seine  
For of renown all Scott●s hath carls beine.   

Which makes them yet unto the world obscure  
So th●t most part of Europe doth not know them  
Although their worthy actions might procure  
Our all the Earth in glory for to show them  
What Homer's pains can make their name endure  
Prais them alive let death quite overthrow them  
They scorn their wealth should cherish learning tre●  
And after death to look for payment deu.   

But soft my Muise faint not for all they pain  
This family doth for the world prepare  
A youth who seiks to waish away that stain  
From this great house with Magnanimous care  
Whoes Martial heart heaven never framed in vain  
Like to his valiant Sires that might compare  
With fortunes knight for happy success still  
So fortune shall his brave desing forth fill: 
George Lord Gordon earl of enzye.    

O this is he that most one day propine  
Me with the flowing subject of my song  
Upon whoes brou such glory great shall shine  
O Muise my zeal inflame with fury strong  
His cheracter to paint with tinktor fine  
Transparent neat and cleir my lays among  
All mistereiss thou know is beneath the skies  
Than lead me in where his rare fortunes lies.   

What is he then O bodlie may thou say  
In his rich Soul all faculties inshrind  
Whoes sweitt complexion bears a mutual suay  
Of all the elements in peace conjoind  
With such a love and fraudles s●●pathie  
As all commands yet all obeiss the mind  
His temper fine doth model forth apart  
The rare engine of nature heaven and art.   

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 judgements sharpest clear and subtle eye  
Can pry where danger once his heart shall wound  
His matchless mind is Elevat so high  
Yea Nature of her Treasure Wealth and Store  
Gives him the key and lets him opp the door.   

But o how am I thus with pleasure led  
Amid the wilderness of his perfection  
Where having thousand sundry ways to tread  
Myself may lose myself without derection  
From such a labyrinth I most be fred  
To hold my wandering wits in some subjection  
Their where thou left deir Muse return in haist  
When gordon's Prince him in the North had placed.   

He did not leave by south his seatt so bear  
But of a younger brother is descended  
From that same Stook a race whoes virteus rare  
Hath worthy still bein judged to be commended  
But pardon me that stands for to declare  
The race of which I not so much intended  
Yet if I bring more from oblivions brink  
What reason ist they should in Lethe sink.   

This Huntl●es Lord great Gordone with him brought  
A thousand horsemen called in glistering arms  
All these cast of the English yock and sought  
After the dreadful sound of wars alarms  
From huntley and long Gordone some all thought  
The Mers obeyed and feared great England's harms  
But lo Argill comes with their Erll whoes soon  
Yet to repent his wrongs had not begone. 
The Lord of Lorne was soon to this Erll of Argill.    

Scotland's great justice is that aged knight  
And our the Irish-Scotts great reul he beir  
These men are active nimble quik and light  
Light is their raiment armour none they weir  
At all tims ready for to fly or fight  
Weill made weill favoured cleinlie smooth and fair  
Their some what rude yet mild if mildly used  
Most cruel in revenge if once abused. 
A short description of the jyrish Scots.    

Of these two thousand Archers brought he forth  
And with tuo handit-suords and schirts of mail  
A thousand more of much redoubted worth  
Five hundredth horsemen bold for to assaill  
Barons and knights all sprung of noble birth  
Guards him 'gainst whom his foes could not prevail  
These Gallants brave were much to be commended  
All of his name and of his line descended. 
Ties war the barons of his neame as the leard of Londy Glenurche Cadel and others.    

And from the west came forth a valiant band  
Which did consist of twice five hundredth horse  
Quik, agile, ready for to chairge at hand  
With sword or lance all of approved force  
From Lennox and Dumbretons' pleasant land  
Whoes flourie Mairg still seimeth Amorous  
Of tumbling Clid whoes Billous strive in vain  
To word the bosom of the western Maine   

These to obey their gallant Lord was glade  
Lennox good Earl that ne'er served in vane  
The last brave troop was also bravely led  
A thousand horsemen they did weill contane  
By Glasco Iruing and Ranfrew were bred  
These men, in Boots strong Isle did some remane  
Scotland's great Stewart was their Lord and heght  
Walter by name wise valiant bold in fight. 
The grit stevert of Scotland.    

These are the troops and bands that heir were brought  
And all were bred so near the artik Star  
That cold keips in the heat whoes pours hath wrought  
Strength in the heart and their united are  
Which makes them fierce curagious bold for ought  
Marcheld for bloody Mars and meit for war  
But yet seaune Earls and threttein Lords did sho  
themselves in Arms to aid the English foe.   

Yea many Lords and Erlls have I forgot  
That to the mighty Bruce assembled heir  
Whoes geatnes until now no pen did not  
England's good fortune did so weill appeir  
while Jove himself did favour still their lot  
Wherefore they wisely did themselves reteir  
As cannon's fird gois back that earth may wonder  
When they advance, their all destroying thunder.   

So these inflamed with fire of hot disdain  
Reteird with grief with hate with lose with ire  
That with the greater force they might again  
Advance their lightning wraths-consuming fire  
And then a thundering tempests would they rain  
Crushed from the suelling clouds of their desire  
Which to the King and all should weill declair  
That barren treis' could now both bud and bare.   

Now passed was each troop each squadron strong  
When to the camp their Prince his course forth bend  
And all his Princes go with him along  
To hold a counsel in the royal Tent  
Mean while the Douglas all his foes among  
Walked for to know their number, pour intent  
At Beruick fair he had arrived un-sein  
For their this mighty host did all convein    

The Argument.  
The English army forth before their King  
To m●●ster comes and all their foraeigne aid  
Doug as returned recounteth every thing  
Ditchiss t'entrap his foes great Bruce hath made  
Randolphs' rare fight fair conquest first doth bring  
Bruce Beumont kills the English doth upbraid  
The Scots with tants two Brabanders defend theme  
For which the King unto the Scots doth send theme.  
Caput. 16.  

STrong Beruiks' town on Scotland's fronteir stands  
Their wheir with silver streams the River Tueid  
Divyds our kingdom from the English lands  
And wastes his waust ' enrich the Ocean flood  
Heir brought the Monarch all his warlike bands  
At whoes great name all Europe trembling stood  
And every Lord and eurte Prince and King  
Some gold sum gifts and all great aid did bring.   

This mighty Prince his power assembling sought  
To kill the Scots or send them all in rout  
O'er whom he stretched his Empire with a thought  
Nor for to work the thing had any doubt  
Douglas his way even at that hour him brought  
When this huge army Bervicks' walls about  
Encamped lay and when to see each crew  
The regal, throne reared on the walls they view.   

Himself in glory sat upon the throne  
A diadeleime upon his head he wore  
A pail above of glistering gold cloth shone  
He trod on carpets, rich in pratious store  
Powdered with stones the robs which he had on  
And straight in ranks repeared him before  
His armed guard, thus set each troop he knows  
Whilst on the plain there Martial glory flows.   

Their Squadrons first the cheirfull English shoes  
In thrie battalions each a several guide  
By severn's streams from waills and Cornvaill rose  
Some threttie thousand strong that did provide  
Armed with their piks swords targets to oppose  
Their threatening force against their foe defied  
By Monmouths' hardy erlle this host was led 
Waills.   
He reigned, he reulled in his Prince's stead. 
Cornuell.    

And fifty thousand horsemen soldiers good  
From Trent that pairteth England Just in two  
To Thames and thence unto he British flood  
These rose in glistering arms a warlike sho  
Like Mars himself each breathed war and blood  
Whoes sight would vanquhish eune the boldest foe  
Led by two Princes of heighe fameleiss  
Great Arrandell old Oxfoord grave and wise. 
England.    

To Humber's tumbling waus from silver Trent  
And thence to pleasant Tueids cleir crystal streams  
Came fifty thousand Arches with Intent  
To die or win in midst of most extremes  
All these were of approved hardiment  
These England's most triumphant conquests cleams  
As theirs; and this great host commanded be  
By Gloucester the bold and Hartfoord sly.   

From threttein regions fertile fair and good  
Of Scotland's Kingdom which did yet obey  
To England's King and held in servitude  
By his all conquering force until that day  
Came five and tuentie thousand warriors tude  
All Horsemen brave and bold for each essay  
Sir Ingrhame Omphravell led these along  
A subtle warrior crafty wise and strong. 
The mers & many of all the deals borders and much of the Wastland.    

Nixt unto them came fifty thousand more  
Grose men of shaip weill limd both strong and tall  
They croced the seas from Ireland's craggy shore  
But slightly armed sum weirs no arms at all  
Their chiefest strengths are woods and montans' hoar  
The English deput was their general  
And under him Fits geralds chief kil-deir.  
With great Oneill and Desmont rule did beir. 
Ireland.    

Then came his subjects and confed'rats great  
Whoes limits stretch along the Baltik cost  
And these rich cuntreis' Charles the fifth did quite  
To his deir soon but soon that rule was lost  
By Spanish tyranny which heigh despite  
All Europe since her deirrest blood hath cost  
And war that else wheir doth destroy and waste  
Their both cluilitie and wealth hath plaiced. 
Charles the 〈◊〉 gra●e the ●●lands to his sone Philip King of span long efter this tyme.    

Allong the foot of Piriane montans fair  
A rich and fertile region doth remain  
Famous by that great Bartell lost of air  
Against the Infidels by Charle main  
His famous Nephew Rolland lost he their  
Still famous made by Ariostos vene  
Forth of this land upon their own expense  
Ten thousand came to aid the english prence. 
The Cnntrie of Gascon.    

That land that west from Tours doth stretch along  
To wasche his feit within the Ocean Sea  
Whoes Induellers take much delight among  
The Moorish fens to see their falcons fly  
And in their montans' woods and forests strong  
The Prince lie Game of hunting used be  
That pleasant land that Poictue hecht to name  
Send to this wart five thousand men of fame. 
Poictue.    

That land which Loir from Poictou doth divide  
From whence the Britons erst the Gaulls displaced  
And changed the name from Armorick beside  
To Britangnie and all their laus defaced  
Wheirin thrie sundry languages abide  
And Masteius for sanct Molois Guard is placed  
From thence to aid their great ancestors old 
Britangghie..   
Come fifteen thousand warlike soldiers bold. 
Sanct Molois ha●●n a gri●e strength is guearded by Masteus.    

From that most fruitful orchard fair of france  
Which Rollo great and his Norwegians stout  
Of simple Charles got for Inheritance  
Of them it still yet bears the name about  
From thence a gallant did himself advance  
And conquered England with a warlike rout  
Of thousands ten: heigh heauns such wonders wrought  
Like number now to England's aid was brought. 
Normandy.    

From that rich land whoes chalky swan like schoirs  
Fair kent beholds best when the Sune goes down  
Whoes chief toun vieus fair Dovers' cleif and gloir's  
To sie the tours that her fair front doth crown  
And thence wheir Caesar's monument restoir's  
His never deing memoreis' renown  
Came thrice ten hundredth soldiers to this war  
Bold strong and brave that never dreamt of fear. 
Boulogne wheir their is and old strong Tour built by Cesar to be sein at this day.    

From that fair land wheir smoothly sliding soam  
Waters the medous and the pleasant plains  
And from that city wheir two floods do come  
T'vnload their waus from ever springing veins  
Seu'ne thousand warlike soldeors came and some  
From that old famous town that yet retains  
Pairt of the Guseane family and thence 
P●cardie.   
Sprung that great houses glorious excellence. 
At Amiens two uther rivers discharges their Burdens in the soum.    

From Henolt came five thousand men of fame  
Led by their erlle in whoes great might they gloird  
From their chief town eune Mons that hecht to name  
Four hundredth came with shining arms decorde  
All these were youths not moved with fear or shame  
That gaird the person of their mighty Lord  
And came to spoyll the Garland of the Main  
But few ot none at all return again. 
Henolt.    

That land which hath within his borders placed  
The holy empi●s Marquesad of old  
By Skeld cut of, from Flaunder, in the west  
Wh●iron stands Antwerp glorious to behold  
This land the Maiss so lovingly hath graced  
She in her bosom doth the same enfold  
From whence the hope of gain and praise did bring  
Ten thousand Soldeors to the english King. 
Brab●nt    

This war on Europa's fairest earldom calls  
Wheir stands upon the banks of Skeld and lay  
That town so huge in cu cuit of her walls  
Famous for that but famous more for why  
Th●t ever famous monarch which apalls  
Ronoune, Fame, Glory, Praise, and Victory,  
As his Just dew, was their both borne, and bred 
Flanders.   
Thence to his war, was fourteen thousand led. 
Gent thought to be the lairgest town in Europe, wheir cha●ll▪ the 5 tha● famous Emperor was borne.    

From these strong Illands made so strong by art  
'Gainst Neptun who still proous their greatest foe  
Because his floods overfloud the greatest part  
Of all these lands as some thinks long ago  
But when else wheir his swelling streams convert  
The lands to seas these lands the sea did sho  
Six thousand thence unto this war was send  
Upon the English Monarch that depend. 
Zealand is 〈◊〉 Islands within the sea which the sea s●m time overfloved as appeirs by sundry good arguments.    

Their lyiss a land along the German flood  
Throu which the Mais and Rhine their course doth hold  
Unto their Lord whoes rage is still with stood  
By sandy douns else all should be enrolled  
In waves, thus sand that else wheir eats for food  
The fatest soill, heir serus for bulwarks bold  
Of cuntriemen and wageitt soldeors thence  
Come fiftine thousand to the English Prince. 
Holland.    

When these great regiments all were past and gone  
Down from his throne, the monarch did descend  
Environed round with Lords and knights anon  
Unto a royal tent his course he bend  
That stood in midst of all the camp alone  
Without the walls and did him their attend  
And their himself first by himself was placed  
Then all his Princes at a royal feast.   

All that was past the Douglas weill espyis  
Now thtou the camp from tent to tent he goes  
Hearing strange tongues but stranger harmonyiss  
Of drums and Trumpets which to heaven arose  
He hears their brags their braves and their defyiss  
The Scots were now their slaws and not their foes  
And oft he hears himself condemned to die  
A crwell death in shameful Infamy.   

He smiled and to the royal tent again  
He turned, assembleis great great neus affords  
The feast was done and to the counsel then  
Set was the King with Prince's dukes and Lords  
He could have wished to heir them but in vain  
No cunning slight could make him hear their words  
For round about the tent the guard did stand  
And none from thence Approacheth nearer hand   

Wherefore for ought that he could find at all  
By conference with English French or Dutche  
He seis to trains nor slight they would not fall  
So proud they were of strength their force was such  
This Kingdom lairge by lots too great and small  
Was given, nor would of Scots be left so much  
As one, that monarches wraithe was so extrame  
From of the weary earth too raise their name   

The counsel raise and forth the heralds went  
Chairging that spacious hoist in arms to be  
Raising to morrow with a full intent  
To march derectlie to their enemy  
The Douglas heirs and vould their haist prevent  
From thence that night departing secretly  
Unto his Lord he hastily with drew  
Longing too show all that he learned or knew▪   

Thus forth he tyds through silence of the night  
Fair Cinthea seimd to favour his intent  
Wrapping herself and all her beauty bright  
In dusky clouds which oft in two she rend  
Where throu she pried to sie though he were right  
Oft wishing him up in the firmament  
Beside the whirlling Pole their stellefyid  
His bright aspect might gilt her swartish side.   

When golden haired Apollo first did light  
Earth's better half than could he weill descry  
The Scottsh camp which entered once he might  
Perceive the soldeors give a joyful cry  
Heir drums and trumpets their ror's forth on high●  
His joyful w●lcum thundert throu the sky  
All to the royal tent did him convoy  
Whom his good Lord received with wondrous joy▪   

Up was the King that night no rest he got  
Such sad confused thoughts his brains did fill  
Of great effairs and many mighty plot  
Of Douglas he had dreamt and fearing still  
His Lords and Princes round about did not  
His 〈◊〉 him and Joyed in his goodwill  
The knight kneld down and kissed his Prince's hand  
Who reasd him up and thus did him demand,   

Where have you bein why have you stayed so long  
What have you veiud how fairs fair England's Prince  
My royal Lord quoth he at● Berwick strong  
I stayed till England's army came from thence  
I veiud and walked their squadrons all among  
I save that monarches greatt magnificence  
Whoes Royal pomp and mighty pover in watt  
Surmonts all, European Princes far.   

The number great of that so mighty host  
Passeth thrie hundredth thousand as I think  
They cover all the land from cost to cost  
They spoyl● the contreis' dry the floods they drink  
Thither all Europe gathered is almost  
And if proud vaunts be deads' they scorn to shrink  
But in a word suck their confussioun is  
Jove 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 knip no ranks their captains still with stands  
They knou no drum no● trumpets sound at all  
Naiked vnarmd their weapons f●w commands  
Only the English archers bold and tall  
All valiant men so weill trained up in wars  
Or pace should reign from heavin they'll tear the 〈◊〉   

And their is twenty thousand horsemen more  
That always on the King himself auait's  
Earth can no braver men than these restore  
The rest of English knows no war like feats  
Nor were they ever used to war before  
But hope of Lordship's rents and heigh estaits  
Hath brought them forth for all this Kingdom great  
Is geu'ne and Scots by thought destroyed quit.   

And that your grace should not eschaip their hands  
Two knights unto that mighty King hath sworn  
Dead or alive to bring you bound in bands  
T'abid what Death he list impose inscorne  
Of your new crown, which each of them demands  
In meir disdain their trophies to adorn  
Great Gloucester is one as doth apeir,  
Sir Henry Boem the uther hight I heir.   

They to your brother and myself applyiss  
Great torments too for out so bloody mind  
This said forth from the Prince's angry eics  
Flea sparks of wrath flams from his face forth shined  
Praise be to god quoth he our enemies  
He blinded hath and that King's haughty kind  
He hardness still with Pharaos', so his shame  
And fall I wish may glorefie his name.   

Now strongly were the Scots encamped their  
Where Banoghes burn 'mongst shaddie banks doth plai●  
The Torwood near within a valley fair  
And for the battle their they neids would stay  
while as this worthy General did prepair  
To stop their foes lest they should find away  
Them to encompass round, which threatening storms  
Their multitude might easily perform.   

Wherefore eune their where their great host should stand  
With ditches deep the plain he overclad  
Wherein sharp Staiks were pit●d at his command  
Then cuninglie again all covered  
The enemy by this was hard at hand  
Whoes squadrons lairge over all the land was spread  
When their forfront was at the valeis end  
Their last Battaillon did thrie leagues extend.   

Wherefore the King his matcheles Nepheu sent  
With him five hundredth Martial men of war  
Down to a way that throu the valley went  
To sterling castle and would neids debar  
That hold of aid ye he would still prevent  
His foes great slight or strength thus brought from fa●●  
But this his foresight did the sootherne know  
That would o'er shoot himself in his own bow. 
My ● Author says one hōderi●h but all the cronickles agree on five hōdr●th    

Clifford's brave Lord a bold and warlike knight  
They sent before the hoist a mill and more  
With twice four hundredth horsemen swift and light  
That choosed from all the army martchd before  
Ane other way to Sterling go they right  
Bruce seiss and sends Randolph this check full sore  
Thy, Garlands, chiefest flower is lost this day  
If those have passed the way, wheir thou dost stay.   

They craftily escheud where he did lie  
Nor feared they him nor any earthly foe  
But they another secret way would try  
And by him were they passed ere he could know  
Yet he his uncles bitter tant doth weigh  
Which stung full deip but he concealls his woe  
His silence shoes he bears a generous mind  
That of a Just reprooff best fruct will find,   

For with his band he follous hastily  
And overraichst them like a storm of wind  
They scorn from fewer them themselves to fly  
And for to give them battle turns around  
One knight ambitious of some victory  
That for his valour had bein much renowned  
Before the rest him self did fare advance  
And challengd Randolph for to break a lance   

Glaidlie the erlle accepts and forth he goes  
A strong stiff lance into his hand he bore  
Swiftly their steids bore forth these noblle foes  
Yet their desires far swifter came before  
As Bo●eas broke from erthin prison blows  
Eune from the Topless heights and craggy shore  
Of Coucasus, the clifted rocks a sunder,  
Such fury bring they, Earth-resounding under.   

Sir Williame Havecourt hight the English knight  
Whoes spear too weak to harm so strong a foe  
Beaks on his breist but his stiff lance doth light  
Beneath his curas sklenting up ward so  
As from his head of heaviness it got a sight  
His helm then lights upon the earth belo  
Forth at his crown the spears point looked and thence.  
Bears him to earth then breks with violence.   

This deed provocks the Scots advancing light,  
And doth inflame the English all with Ire,  
A shout the Scots encurage to the fight,  
Of English wrath still silence blous the fire,  
Brave Randolph cares not fears not all their might●  
Nor for his men would stay nor once retire  
But through the rout he breaks with wondrous for●  
And strongly bears to earth both men and horse   

Rudlie both Syds togidder rushith in  
And blow on blow they give and wound on wound  
Death Horror Blood from rank to rank doth rinn  
Yet nather side would shrink or lose their ground  
while scott's thus strive to keip what they had win  
And English to repair their lose new found  
The valiant Bruce was suddenly assailed  
With in his camp yet his awin worth prevailed.   

And thus it was the wantgaird of his foe  
Still marched two leagues before that mighty host  
Strait tovards him they cume or he could know  
Who sheamed within his trenchiss to be forced  
But in the plain himself did quiklie sho  
Drew forth his bands in haist no cyme he fit  
Nor could his foes refrean from fight at all  
Still as they marched for battle still they call.   

Yet did the rest of this great army stay  
Two leagues from thence encamped one a plain  
The King comandit so, so they obey  
The day near spent to fight war all in wain,  
The wantgard knew not of this new delay  
Nor with such strength d●rs leasie doubt remain  
One horse and foot they fifty thousand were  
Led by that mighty erlle of Gloucester.   

The Scots brought forth by their brave worthy Prence  
His cheirful looks did conquests hope restore  
Encuraging each one to make defence  
From band to band he road the ranks before  
The English knew him by his countenance  
A Mass or Brazen staff in hand he bore  
while thus he road Sir Henry Beome espi'd-him  
And to perform his promeiss past he tri'd-him.   

This was the one that should him take or kill  
And forth before the host he doth advance  
Toward the King he bent his course so full  
He hops to make him yield beneath his lance  
But quickly doth the King avoid this Ill  
And with a more than manly countenance  
Gave with his Brasen-staf so huge a blo  
As killed the knight and brak the mass in two.   

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

Yet heighe disdain did fearis faint stroke rebatt  
Now they would force the Scots to fight or fly  
Each to himself these words doth ruminat  
Out number far exceideth theirs we sie  
But lo their leader strength repins their at  
Softly reteir and keip your ranks quoth he  
Our last commissioun is expir● of right  
We had in chairge to martche but not to fight.   

Wheir with the Scots so fircelie doth pursue  
As they war urged a forced retreatt to take  
And scattered in disordered flight with drew  
When wislie Bruce, his gallant troops drew bake  
Ill to prevent, deceate for to eschew  
He thinkst, to tymlie fortune to awake  
Haist wanteth wit, rashness, shall lose his winning.  
And makes great lose attend a fair beginning,   

Now were the Scots reteird and left their wrath  
When all the Lords thus to their King doth say  
What may this nation look for else but death  
What may this Kingdom look for but decay  
In you consists our being life and Breath  
You gone we die you lost we're lost for ay  
Yet you yourself and ws in you expose  
To Danger still and hazards all to lose.   

To this was answer dah my Lords quoth he  
I broke the bravest staff that eure was made  
I must confess: O wisdom worth to fly  
On golden wings of fame for ever laid  
This answer seimd no answer for to be  
And yet theirin both wi●t and patience stayed  
He cloised their mouths ere half their speech was do●n  
For what he did unkilld, he could not shun,   

Yea he the danger braulie did awoid  
And Just praise merits not unjust reproof  
He deimd no lose, if he had keipt his rod  
But all this time Randolph without relief  
Environed with his mighty foes abode  
Which to the worthy Douglas bre●d such grief  
That when the King refuisd him leave to aid him  
To braek forth throu the camp in rage it made him.   

But as he neirer to the Battle drew  
He saw the English bands begin to reill  
O then quoth he it were no freindschip true  
To reave the glory 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 weapons first invented  
But pity cursed and wished him oft tormented.   

At last he seis them whole he put to flight  
And back unto their camp they haist with speed  
The Scots for to pursue them seimd not light  
So warray they so fant so much they bleid  
Many of them were wounded in the fight  
though none but one was killed and for that died  
Thrie hundredth foes lay dead into the place  
Or e'er their fellous would the flight embrace.   

Lo only heir true valour might be seine  
Blue Theetis boundless arms did nought contain  
More worth in war more strength more courage kein  
Then in thoes gallant English did remain  
No fault in them: no conquerors to have bein  
One earth to strive with fortune is but vain  
What Mars requeris, was theiriss without Intutione  
Only o'er matched in constant resolusione.   

These loses through the English camp do fly  
while Terror fear and Conscience leads the way  
confusion follous after speedily  
Of these when Courage hears he makes no stay  
Forth from the camp he stelleth secretly  
And to the Scots he came ere braek of day  
But Pride and h●ighe disdain behind abide  
That all the world could to destruction leid.   

Yet heir and their in twoes and threiss they go  
Their leaders conscience la●rge accusing thus  
He would an ancient nation overthrow  
A fry crown reave. O this is dangerous  
Jove fights for them Gods thundering wrath we know  
What heart so bold but heaven makes timerus  
If heir we fall as we must surly fall  
Heigh justice dealls with us with them and all.   

Uther's that on Disdain and Pride still fed  
Thus say, tush scott's what are these Scots to us  
Meire dunces gross by simple outlaus led  
Wild savage naked poor and barbarous  
Their Lord a montain climber ●aslie clad  
More like a cloune then King victorius  
A hundredth thousand doth adorn our host  
In whoes stern face he darrs not look almost.   

No sooner we shall in the fields appeir  
When they in Caves and Dens themselves shall hide  
'Gainst flights of Egills dares poor Crous compeir  
Or silly sheip the dreadful Lions bide  
Dare a poor band of country swans draw near  
Unto a world of martial soldeors tried  
In bloody fights, no no if we but sight them  
Our very drums and trumpets shall affright them.   

Thus brag the English while two courteous knights  
Whois chaste ears still abhorred vane glorious boasts  
Replied, these Scots whom your clear day benights  
A handful ay compaird with your great hosts  
Poor sauge simple whom your neame affrights  
These many hundredth yeirs hath keipt these costs  
And throu the world have won a famous name  
Their trophies darkening oft your gloreis' beam.   

And sure these Crous do merit double praise  
That beat the Princely Egills from their nest  
These scheip above all beasts themselves doth raise  
That tear the Lions which disturb their rest  
If a poor band of fermors now adaiss  
Of conquests wrong, great Kings hath dispossessed  
Eune in despite of such great strength so near  
They merit most whoes worth doth most appeir,   

As for the Bruce whom you so much disdain  
And rather termis a ruffian than a roy  
We heir that he but with a simple train  
Eune England's mighty armeis doth destroy  
And though the Scots themselves be him again  
He conquers still a Greek in midst of Troy  
Ah if he be so worthless as you make him  
Why trouble you all Europe thus to take him.   

In Brabant borne these knights were both that make  
Their part so good whom yet they never knew  
Such indignation heighe the English take  
Both Sides leap forth to arms and weapons drew  
But soon commanders wise their fury brak  
And both were brought to that great Monarches view  
Who when he hard what they had boldly said  
This havie punishment upon them laid.   

We chairge you quickly from our camp quoth he  
And presently unto the Scots repair  
Their hinder what you can our victory  
Both with your counsel valour strength and ●are  
And who soever to morrou lets us sie  
Their Sotish heads cut from their trunks I swea●  
'Gainst every head a hundredth punds to set  
And think the dead good service to our state.   

Then wheir the Scots encamped were they go  
A guard of horsemen did them their convoy  
When great and worthy Bruce their cause did kn●  
He did receive them with exceiding joy  
And when the battle endit was did sho  
Such bounty high as rich without annoy  
To Antuerp they returned and bulded thei●  
In honour of the Scoots a Mansion fair. 
The, scott's hou● boolded in hand war●, wherein Bruce▪ Portrat and the Scots Arms was set.    

Each Army now for battle stern provides  
Each on their Lord and maker loudly call  
Long time the Scots in zealous prayer abids  
Before the Lord in humble wise they fall  
That Fa●th that Truth that Right and Justice gid●  
In whic● they pray him to protect them all  
while heavins gold spangled Cannobe was spread  
And silent Morpheus brought them to their bed.    

The Argument.  
Both Armeis join in long and doubtful fight  
And threttie thousand in the ditches die  
King Edwards deids encurage every knight  
And Scots for to prevent their victory  
Is for●d to join with them in Singill fight  
When th' Argentine great Bruce hath ki●d they fly  
Their King abids and would the flight restore  
But seis new aid and fless his foes before.  
Caput. 17.  

WHen bright Hiperion●s goldine carr arose  
Both arms soon were clad in glistering arms  
Whoes golden splendour 'gainst the Sune forth shoes  
earths lightning hot the Aers cold region warms  
First each brave Scot to divine service goes  
No trumpets blast was heard nor drums alarms  
The sacrament they take to heaven upfleis  
Each humbled hearts best pleasing sacrifice.   

The English squadrons marchd unto the plains  
And all the land with arms doth overflo  
A just half moon their battles form contains  
Sharp to each point broad to the mids they grow  
In battles five their mighty Host remains  
Two on the right and on the left hand two  
Of their great King that in his battle large  
A hunderth thousand horsemen led to charge▪   

Great Arrandell next him on his right hand  
The chairge ou●r fifty thousand Archers bore  
Those English were all come from English-land  
No braver warriors could the earth restore  
Nixt unto him did valiant Hairtfoord stand  
On horse and futt that led as many more  
From Scotland, England, France, and Ireland brought  
With Shields, with Lances, Piks, & Swords, they fought   

Nixt on the left hand valiant Oxfoord stood  
That fifty thousand footmen brought to fight  
All these did seim approved Soldiers good  
With dairts sword Piks and uther Engines wight  
And Glochester next him that thrists for blood  
Had in his battle many warlike knight  
Like to the uther wing his wing was pleaced  
With arms and courage both alik are greaced   

In the great battle with the King abode  
Henolt's great Earl and many Princes more  
On his right hand that warlike campioun road  
Whoes fame so much our all the world did go  
Of Argentine sir Giles that gained abroad  
So many conquests our the pagan foe  
Great Pembrok● Earl on his left band did stay  
His safety only in their valours lay. 
Sir Giles of argentine & Sir Odomer de vallange road on either hand of the King.    

And then great Bruce came to the plane at last  
And this new moon thus for to pierce essayis  
First broad behind his battles form was cast  
Then stretched forth to a point Pirameid ways  
Sevin thousand warriors in the vanguard passed  
With the fierce knight in war more bold than wvis●  
Whom Scotland's Stewart seconds in command  
His fierce and fiery nature to withstand.   

Many brave knights unto this battle drew  
Bold warlike▪ fierce and men of worthy fame  
And then the second battle did ensue  
Morais stout Earl them led whoes famous name  
Shall never die and many we●lick crew  
With him▪ who's hearts did fleit in valours stream  
Their number like the first and these did be are  
Spears Piks and Suords and all Engines of war 
Randolph.    

The conquering knight the third Batallione brought  
Seavin thousand also did this host contain  
Sco●lands great Constabill unto him sought  
Brave Hay and these that did with him remain  
The Boid and uther Lords still worthy thought  
But last of all did march unto the plain  
The greatest battle which the King commands 
the Valiant Douglas   
Wheir fourtein thousand armed warreors stands 
the Earl of erol.    

Many of all the noble men ware their  
And all these hosts on fut did march to fight  
To every battle did the King repair  
Whoes quik clear eyes send forth a cheirfull light  
His v●sard up he mildly doth declair  
The price of conquest punishment of flight  
And with a countenance which would have, made  
Even cowardis hardy thus into them said.   

My friends quoth he behold this glorious day  
Wheirin the heavins to crown ou●e joys hath sworn  
Let none of you their multitudes effray  
'Gainst God and querrells Just force seims forlorn  
In Scotland fifty thousand yet doth stay  
Meit for the war whom we have all forborn  
And you we chuisd whoes hearts could never fail-yow  
Nor could base fear of death, at all assaill you. 
The Bruce his oratione. Multitood makes novie●torie.    

The worst of you his Gentreis' will declair  
And of his reputatioun still will boast;  
A Gentleman may with a Lord compair  
But what is he if honour once be lost  
And heir on honour waiteth riches fair  
These two that all the world so much do cost  
Which if you wish, do now but cair for fame  
He never this that wins a famous name. 
The Scots were all chofin Gentlemen no commons amongst theme.    

What is that army which you now behold  
But eune a new raised Babel of confusion  
The Soldeors mistake their captans bold  
To colonels rule the captans make intrusioun  
Thus every one by uther is controlled  
And jarring foundeth forth a ghostly vifioun  
All kind of beasts would in one heard confound  
Their reullers' wit with their confused sound.   

Besides they came our nation to destroy  
And from the earth to root and raise our name  
Look not by flight your life for to enjoy  
But rather thousand torments most extreme  
Your Maids and Wyfs to death they shall convoy  
When in your sight they raveishd are with shame  
Ye all must die and they enjoy as theirs  
What you have buld or planted for your heirs▪   

Then if you would prevent their cruelty  
And endless praise and endless wealth obtain  
Let every one of you make one to die  
So one triumphand conquest shall we gain  
As for ten thousand which among you be  
We know such valour doth in them remain  
Each shall kill two: and who of you be is lost  
We swear his Airs their wairds shall nothing cost.   

Yea what I seik you may perform at will  
For what at they a Chaos heap confuisde  
Na●ked or slightly armed and wanting skill  
To till the ground and keip their flocks more used  
How can their King prevent their following Ill  
When fear and Ignorance hath teull abused  
In danger who wants skill hath courage lost  
One coward disconforts a mighty host.   

The English King (his army in array)  
Thus by himself and by his Trinshmen spoke  
If I were not so weill assuirde too day  
Of victory and of these Dastards wrak,  
An other form of speech I would essay,  
But Bruce that Fox now may not turn his back▪  
God doth him thus within this field enclose  
That we may give what death we list impose. 
King edward his ●ratione.    

His brother by our Princely Syir was ta'en  
And justly punished were as they deserved  

* King Robert and Eduard his brother.  And only but these two doth yet remain  
By ws it rests they should alike be served  
These Scots which yet their small host doth contain  
Are nought but Robbers poor and hunger starved  
These are not they that hath so oft before  
Forsed our bold English from the northern shore. 
King Robert head 2. brether● taken preso●ers who ware both slain.    

In this long war all these are spent and lost,  
nought but the dregs remains run is the wine  
Destroy them kill them scatter all their host,  
We sie them else to fearful flight incline,  
This kingdom, fair and lairge from cost to cost  
take you for eu're: nought but the name is mine  
Dare one poor slave 'gainst thousand Captans fight▪  
No no our shed shall put them all to flight.   

while thus he spoke the Scots on kneiss down fall  
And prayed to Christ, while as they did espy  
His Croce reared up on height before them all  
By him that ●●uld Sanct Androes Priory  
S●e quoth the King how they for mercy call  
Wheir at the English army gius a cry  
But thus that Ancient Grave and warlike knight  
Did answer him Sir Omphravell that height▪   

Your majesty indeid hath spokin true  
They call for mercy to the Lord of grace  
But at your grace they do no pardon sew  
Nor will they fly this mighty host a space  
The more their wounds the more their strength renew  
To sie their blood their valour doth incrces  
But if your majesty would overthrow them  
Use this devise for surly best I know them,   

Before them let your army seim to fly  
And you shall sie them brak their Battles strong  
None with his Captane will commanded be  
Thus quite disordered shall they be ere long  
Tush quoth the King, I scorn they flight should sie  
When both our force and valour is too strong  
Let these that fear them use such craft or fly them  
We mind if they darr fight at all, to see them.   

Thus marching on the English army goes,  
The Scots inflamed with fury hate and Ire  
Would give the Chairge, but their wise Lord that knows  
Their haist doth Curb and brydill their Desire,  
Until the pits prepared for his foes▪  
They could not shun: and then he blows the fire  
Of their fierce Courage, when his will was done:  
And both the armeiss rush together soon.   

It was a wondrous strange and dreadful sight,  
To sie these squadrons meit upon the plain,  
How every soldior Captane Lord and knight,  
strove endless praise and glory to obtain,  
The Scots schrill trumpets thunders forth the fight,  
Their foes send forth heaven deafening sound again,  
Both armeiss seimd two woods their leaus that cast  
When Winter forth his bitter breath doth blast.   

Both sides approach their bloody rage to glut  
And terrible the coward seems to be  
Hot fury flames within and burns without  
Blood heats their heart fire from their breasts do fly  
True Courage and Desire had banished Doubt  
Their hand and foot strove with their thought and Eye  
In gesture thus they were alreddie joined  
By thought their triumphs all were quickly ●oynd.   

Earth shrinks and aer was darkened with the dust  
Tumult ascends while thunder shaekes the ground  
Both armeiss rudely meet and bravely just  
Brave yet in show till terror beauty drowned  
Swords shields and helms glistered like heaven almost  
Horror itself seemed first with pleasure crowned  
Blood had not guard their arms, casks keep their head  
No members cut, nor murdered heaps lay dead.   

But as in Autums first and fairest Prime  
The angry wrath of heavins revengeful King  
For hell bred sins, forth of stern Boreas' clime  
Scharp showers of hail with blustering winds doth bring  
So heir the showers of arrows lairger time  
Darkins' heavins face while throw the air they sing  
A heaven new framed of iron clouds they view  
Whoes piercing beams the vital blood forth drew   

There storms poured down who●s haell were iron stings  
And fund no earth but covered horse and men  
And each a wakning wound or death forth brings  
Heaven sends down sudden harm no● know they when  
Chance seemis true fate hap killith hopes disignes.  
But aim the archer spends no shaft in vane  
The bravest kills triumphing our his foe  
But he is killed of whom he doth not know.   

Scots worthy King that seis the harmful wrong  
Done to his men by English archers keen  
Five hundredth horsemen sends fresh hardy strong  
Led by the ever famous K●i●h I ween  
Who goes about and at their backs ere long  
With stiff strong lances all in rest were seen  
Through all their ranks they brak with furious might  
And beats them to the earth with sad affright. 
This was the Lord Mershall & ●eght Robert Keith.    

Scotland's great Merschall heir such Valour show  
As makes h●s glory leive in endless fame  
For more than seavintie tims he did renew  
Unequal fight with Danger most extreme  
Great Arandell in fight he did subdue  
And by his only valours lightining beam  
Foiled fifty thousand warlike men of pride  
while scars five hundredth did with him abide.   

Thus while the fronts of both the armeiss fight  
The great Battalion of the English Host  
Fourth over the covered ditchiss mairchith right,  
Wheit more than thrertie thousand horse almost,  
With groaning Earth doth shakebag, and turns to flight,  
But such dreid Thunders earths wid bowels tossed  
As tumbling in her breast, doth vaune a way  
To suellow them in darkness hid from day   

Some break their necks legs arms their horse below  
Some smoird some crushed to Death with other's weight  
Some horse and men with shairp stooks persid throw  
The liveles trunks semis carved stone in sight  
This fearful accident doth overflow  
Their fellous hearts with Horror Fear and Flight  
They stand: not mairtch amazed they look at lairge  
Till their bold foes gave them a furious chairge.   

Thronging throu tanks & each wheir strous their way  
With Herror Terror Slaughter blood and Fear  
In harvest so reapers reap without delay  
A field of Wheite of Oats of Rye or Bear  
And raizeth all the pleane nor makes no stay  
Till want of Corn make them their task forbears  
And Ceres-locks cut down in heaps dothly  
Such heaps the Scots still kills and passeth by.   

Their angry King that led them this doth view  
And bravely from his troops doth forth advance  
And wheir his steid he turned or sword he drew  
The killed fell down, hurt fled his countenance  
From his fair eyes dread Majesty forth flew  
Many fell down struck with the lightning glance  
But better he whom he had killed before  
For these with teith and feit his curto tore   

And their were killed by his Princely hand  
Sevin valiant knight's whoes names hath time forgot  
From rank to rank he martchd from band to band  
And whom he meits death sure must be his lot  
Stratherus old earl their died beneath his brand  
Whoes sone with sorrow pricked with fury hot  
Did ferslie him assaill but all in vain  
Death made him soon forget his father's pain 
The Erll of Stratherne and his sone both killed by the King of England.    

Now I almost forgot the wondrous deids  
O● these bold campions set on ather hand  
Of this great King who after him forth speids  
When first he left his battle guard and stand  
And still on death on blood and murder feids  
Marching from troop to troop from band to band  
Yea these thrie campions fearless bold and strong  
Cut forth thrie bloody lains their foes among. 
These two 〈◊〉 Sir 〈◊〉 of argentine and sir adomer de vallange.    

So doth thrie mighty Cannons shot at once  
A front an army standing all in grow  
The heaven with lightning earth with thunder grons  
Each sirie bullet cuts the ranks in two  
Heir lyis the head and their the helmet shons  
A furlong thence the Body fells a foe  
Scheilds Arms and Legs heir monts and their doth mank  
And make wid windows deip in every rank.   

And now the great battalion which they led  
Wheir yet remand thrice twenty thousand horse  
By their example all encuraged  
Rushed forward on their foes with wondrous force  
And in a moment all the plain vas clad  
With corpse whereon they tread without remorse  
Proud fortune seimd to frown upon the Scot  
And victory to crown the English lo●.   

Now seimd the Scots too waik against their foe  
Squadrons of barded horse still beats them down  
And these thrie campiouns that before them go  
Thrie Wonder-wirkers conquering a crown  
Great Bruce espyis this Dangerwrak and woe  
With noble wrath jealous of their renown  
Would with the strongest cop by fatal chance  
And to the Argentine doth forth advance.   

O who had seen that fight so bold and strong  
Their was the Scoo●● that taught the art of war  
These Masters were and had b●ine Loureat Long  
Nor Mars nor Pallas could the sight forbear  
Wondering on earth the mortals all among  
To find such two as eune themselves woldfear  
And think if these two only took in hand  
To conquer earth none could their force gainstand. 
A gallant fight betuex the Bruce & the argentine.    

These matchless Lords those warriors bold did wield  
Two heavy masts rather than lances strong  
Two horse of Spain forth bear them through the field  
With force alike they meit amid the throng  
O sacred Muse some golden phrases ȝeild  
T'enritch my verse and gild my lais along  
Make of those lines a heaven reared throne renowned  
Where let this famous fight for aye be crowned.   

The fureous stroke made all the earth to quaik  
And Woods and mountains echod back the sound  
Yet could it not these valiant champions shakebag  
Nor bear them from their seat nor force a wound  
In fleinders fly ●heir spears their horses brak  
Their neks, and both the riders lay on ground  
Yet up they they fly with swords they soon address  
By death wars dreadful sound for to suppress.   

Both sword●● weill couched each at his wa●d doth lie  
Their eyes their hands their feit they wisely guide  
Then ceaseless strokes thrusts foines and bloves they try  
They wardetraverse reteir marchd leap a side  
Both gives and both receives both falsify  
Both shunes and both lyife guarding wards provide  
Both oppin stand for death like despirat lovers  
Which craft in th'one the others art discovers.   

The Prince on futt was ready suift and light  
And could with stand the Argentins bold suit  
Who was on horse more skilful in the fight  
But he more stung mote quik to execute  
Sir giles had more art and cunning slight  
The King more painful kein and resolute  
More fierce he was▪ his foe more could and sly  
And yet in art both seemed a like to be.   

The Prince upon the Argentine would enter  
shunning his downright blow his strength to team  
Then at his heart the Argentine doth ventre  
Which while the Prince strikes by he doth reclaim  
And paints his breast too cunning was the painter  
For show of blood floves forth a bloody stream  
Which so inflamed the King with courage fire  
Art now reteird shame brings revenge and ire,   

This knew the knight but would not seem to know  
while as great Bruce his breast to danger laid  
Whereat the Argentine soon reached a blow  
But left his syid quite naeked to invade  
The worth King first shunes his furious throw  
And then a wound both large and deip he made  
This his revenge the proverb old belied  
Heir cunning Art and furious Raige agreid.   

while thus they strive and double wound on wound  
Bold Edward matched with Pembrocks Earl in fight  
Of whom fames sweit shrill trumpet shall resound  
From Jude to O●kades their praise their might  
Deserving weill with Glory to be crowned  
And in all age to shine with glorious light  
Their wondrous strength their Courage each did sh●  
But nather side advantage yet doth know.   

Now England's King not one dares match at all  
Whom blood and death attends throu all the field  
But worthy Hay his courage did appaill  
No danger makes him shrink or fear or yield  
Alcides' club with more strength did not fall  
Upon that mighty Tirrant Brouseirs shield  
Then on the helmett of this dreadful King  
The Earl his fierce and furious blows doth bring 
Hay Erll of 〈◊〉 constabill of Scotland.    

Eune their wheir goold and perll and pratious stone  
Upon the Prince his curious helm was wrought  
He lightis and cleft the cask which brightly shone  
And to his horse's crest his head down brought  
For pain th'enraged King sends forth a groan  
Trembling for 〈◊〉 while dreid revenge he sought  
And on his helm he gius a blo so rood  
That from his noise and mouth Isht crimson blood.   

But to repay him when the warrlik knight  
Hade lift his sword gone was the Prince in rage  
Still whe● his fury led him through the fight  
No general ought a combat for to waige  
But all this while in equal ballence right  
Both armeiss stand conquest departs the staige  
But in the left wing with the Douglas bold  
Great Gloucester a bloody fight did hold.   

This was the man that swear to England's King  
To bring the Bruce capteiw in chains and cords  
The Douglas found him aiming at the thing  
A band of knights with him thereto accords  
But forth to combat Douglas did him bring  
In spite of all these Sold'ors knights and Lords  
A squadron strong at his command had fought  
With them and both almost were brought to nought▪   

These campions strong thus fought a Battle bold  
Troy never viewed the like in all her wrack  
Their Skill their Strength their valour to unfold  
My slender M●ise darrs nought in hand to take  
But sure I know the worthy Douglas would  
nought leave the fight till his proud foe he make  
To yield his nek beneath his conquring bled  
And for his fault his guilty blood he shed.   

This done he marcheth throw the host at last  
Working new wonders still wheir ever he goes  
Close ranks he breaks and oppins as he passed  
Before his face still fleis his fearful foes  
He seis brave Randolph haisting conquest fast  
And crafty Omphravell beat by his blows  
Steward the great with Hartefurd striving stands  
Who first should get a kiss of conquests hands.   

Long fought the knights but neither side would yield  
Equal their hope and equal was their fear  
Spears helms & swords were strand through all the field  
Heads arms and legs by headless bodeiss were  
Some dieing look to heavin leans on their shield  
In death's pane some blood from their wounds forth tear  
These ranks to march reteir or chairge that minds  
Trods' on the bodeiss of their slauchtred friends,   

Their horses killed lay with their masters dead  
And he to death that did his foe pursue  
Now in his bosom laid his heavy head  
The conqueror by him he overthrew  
Is priest to death and findeth no remeid  
O'er all confusione tumult and terror flow  
Their nather silence was nor noise perfit  
But sounds of Death pain pity rage despite,   

The Glorious arms that lait did glistering show  
Now blood and dust and myi● had dinid their beams  
Fear Herror Terror on swch height doth grow  
That sullen pride sunk down no honour claims  
Her glory strand upon the earth below  
O'er all her beauty blood floves forth in streams  
Now Grief and Sorrow beats Delight fra thence  
And all doth look with woeful countenance.   

Earth's rairest King that all this while had fought  
With his fierce foe and gevin him many a wound  
Yet doubts who thence with conquest will be brought  
Such valour great was in that knight renowned  
At last to kill or die himself he thought  
And with a strength far more than erst he found  
He thrustis again and from his side forth tore  
A deadly stream, a flood of blood and Gore.   

Ah matchless Prince when thou hes knoune the man  
Whoes days by the must now be brought to end  
Thou shallbe like to burst for sorrow than  
No comfort shall thy conquest to the lend  
He was thy srend thy deir companioun when  
In th' English court thy youth thou happed to spend  
No Favour he at all to the did s●o  
But Virtuous minds lous Virtue in their foe.   

The Argentive that seiss this bloody sight  
Bathed in his louk-warme blood himself do●h stay  
Ire in his fanting hairt prolongs his might  
Feeble his force for to renew the sray  
Fury Disdane and Raige mantaind the fight  
For strength was gone and Courage was away  
Life leaves his tour and in the breach remains,  
That death should gain so brave a hold disdains.   

Vnitting his spent pours a blow he lends  
The Prince, that wounds his head and cuts his cask  
With whoes la●t force and weight down he descends  
Death wins the breach, begins his endless task  
Forth from his lips lives aged Sire he sends  
Then on his fa●e he spreads his doolfull mask  
〈…〉 his soul fle●s throw the cloudy Air  
Whoes great name some time all the Ei●t did fear.   

In thrie set Battles thrice he did with stand  
The Saracens and still with conquest crowned  
And twice beneath his all victorious hand  
With chains of death their chiefest Lords he bund  
But now when endless sleep did him command  
No longer durst proud Fortune their be fund  
Wheir English fight but she and victory  
Ranked with the Scots, upon their enemeiss fly.   

The English Irckt and wiered then disrank  
All fly yea 〈◊〉 the boldest yields to flight  
Their Colours throune away with thankless thank  
Threats Cries and Plaints redoubles their Affright  
Their King still threats but still away they shrank  
For yet with him unbrokin bids the fight  
Whole tuentie thousand horse with whom he wol●  
Their Fight, or Die or, Conquer uncontrolled.   

But as the seas when tempests past and gone  
That ●old her tumbling waus unto the shoa●s  
Of lait past storms retanes some shoves anon  
And heir and their sum swelling Billow roars  
So thought faint fear triumph ' do're these alone  
Some sponks of their spent Valour hope restors●  
Wheiron sustained their task they new begin  
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 Women Slacks and those  
That carriage kept, came in their best array  
And disperatlie would assaill their foes  
So all should win oral should lose the day  
Long napkins white unto their staves they bind  
These served for Ensigns waving in the wind,   

while thus the English fight loath to fly  
Eune suddandlie appears into their sight  
An army fresh that seimd in arms to be  
With th'eir their silver Ensigns waving bright  
They haste their pace and with a shout they sie  
That these curagiouslie intent to fight  
Disconfeit quite they now resist no more  
But flees that would have fled long time before.   

The Scots pursue them in a dispirat sort  
Some through the plains some to the montans fly  
Wheir e'er their headless fear doth them transport  
A whirll wind seims to bear them hastily  
Thousands the tumbling forth of life cuts short  
And thousands more 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.     
FINIS.