ref.ed: 359 | ||
sig: F2 | ||
Skelton Laureate. etc. |
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REioyse Englande | ||
And vnderstande | ||
These tidinges newe | ||
Whiche be as trewe | ||
5 | As the gospell: | |
This duke so fell | ||
Of Albany | ||
So cowardly | ||
With all his hoost | ||
10 | Of the scottyshe coost | |
For all theyr boost | ||
Fledde lyke a beest. | ||
Wherfore to ieste | ||
Is my delyght | ||
15 | Of this cowarde knyght | |
And for to wright | ||
In the dispyght | ||
Of the scottes ranke | ||
Of Huntley_banke | ||
20 | Of Lowdyan. | |
Of Locryan | ||
sig: [F2v] | ||
And the ragged ray | ||
Of Galaway. | ||
¶Dunbar, Dunde | ||
25 | Ye shall trowe me | |
False scottes are ye | ||
Your hartes sore faynted | ||
And so attaynted | ||
Lyke cowardes starke | ||
30 | At the castell of warke | |
By the water of Twede | ||
Ye had euill spede. | ||
ref.ed: 360 | ||
Lyke cankerd curres | ||
Ye loste your spurres | ||
35 | For in that fraye | |
Ye ranne awaye | ||
With hey dogge hay. | ||
For sir William_Lyle | ||
Within shorte whyle | ||
40 | That valiaunt knyght | |
Putte you to flyght | ||
By his valyaunce | ||
Two th[o]usande of Fraunce thousande] thausande M | ||
There he putte backe | ||
45 | To your great lacke | |
And vtter shame | ||
Of your scottysshe name. | ||
sig: [F3] | ||
Your chefe Cheftayne | ||
Voyde of all brayne | ||
50 | Duke of all Albany | |
Than shamefuly | ||
He reculed backe | ||
To his great lacke | ||
Whan he herde tell | ||
55 | That my Lorde Amrell | |
Was comyng downe | ||
To make hym frowne | ||
And to make hym lowre | ||
With the noble powre | ||
60 | Of my lorde Cardynall | |
As an hoost royall | ||
After the auncient manner | ||
With sainct Cutberdes banner | ||
And sainct Williams also | ||
65 | Your capitayne ranne to go | |
To go to go to go | ||
And brake vp all his hoost | ||
For all his crake and bost | ||
Lyke a cowarde knyght | ||
70 | He fledde and durst nat fyght: | |
He ranne awaye by night | ||
But now must I | ||
Your duke ascry, | ||
ref.ed: 361 | ||
Of Albany | ||
75 | With a worde or twayne | |
sig: [F3v] | ||
In sentence playne: | ||
Ye duke so doutty | ||
So sterne so stoutty | ||
In shorte sentens | ||
80 | Of your pretens | |
What is the grounde? | ||
Breuely and rounde | ||
To me expounde | ||
Or els wyll I | ||
85 | Euydently | |
Shewe as it is | ||
For the cause is this | ||
Howe ye pretende | ||
For to defende | ||
90 | The yonge Scottyshe kyng | |
But ye meane a thyng | ||
And ye coude bryng | ||
The matter about | ||
To putte his eyes out | ||
95 | And put hym downe | |
And set hys crowne | ||
On your owne heed | ||
Whan he were deed | ||
Suche trechery: | ||
100 | And traytory | |
Is all your cast. | ||
Thus ye haue compast | ||
With the frenche kyng | ||
A fals rekenyng | ||
sig: F4 | ||
105 | To enuade Englande | |
As I vnderstande. | ||
But our kyng royall | ||
Whose name ouer-all | ||
Noble Henry the eyght | ||
110 | Shall cast a beyght | |
And sette suche a snare | ||
That shall cast you in care | ||
Bothe kyng Fraunces and the | ||
That knowen ye shall be | ||
ref.ed: 362 | ||
115 | For the moost recrayd | |
Cowardes afrayd | ||
And falsest forsworne | ||
That euer were borne. | ||
O ye wretched scottes | ||
120 | Ye puaunt pyspottes | |
It shalbe your lottes | ||
To be knytte vp with knottes | ||
Of halters and ropes | ||
About your traytours throtes: | ||
125 | O scottes pariured | |
Vnhaply vred | ||
Ye may be assured | ||
Your falshod discured | ||
It is, and shal be. | ||
130 | From the scottish se | |
Vnto Gabione | ||
For ye be false echone | ||
sig: [F4v] | ||
False and false agayne | ||
Neuer true nor playne | ||
135 | But flery, flatter and fayne | |
And euer to remayne | ||
In wretched beggary | ||
And maungy misery | ||
In lousy lothsumnesse | ||
140 | And scabbed scorffynesse | |
And in abhominacion | ||
Of all maner of nacion | ||
Nacion moost in hate | ||
Proude and poore of state: | ||
145 | Twyt scot go kepe thy den | |
Mell nat wyth Englyshe-men | ||
Thou dyd nothyng but barke | ||
At the castell of warke: | ||
Twyt scot yet agayne ones | ||
150 | We shall breke thy bones | |
And hang you vpon polles | ||
And byrne you all to colles | ||
With twyt scot, twyt scot twyt | ||
Walke scot go begge a byt | ||
ref.ed: 363 | ||
155 | Of brede, at ylke mannes hecke | |
The fynde scot breke thy necke | ||
Twyt scot agayne I saye | ||
Twyt scot of Galaway | ||
Twyt scot, shake th[e] dogge hay the] thy M | ||
sig: [F5] | ||
160 | Twyt scot thou ran away | |
We set nat a flye | ||
By your duke of Albany | ||
We set nat a prane | ||
By suche a dronken drane | ||
165 | We set nat a myght | |
By suche a cowarde knyght | ||
Suche a proude palyarde | ||
Suche a skyrgaliarde | ||
Suche a starke cowarde | ||
170 | Suche a proude pultrowne | |
Suche a foule Coystrowne | ||
Suche a doutty dagswayne | ||
Sende him to F[r]aunce agayne Fraunce] Faunce M | ||
To bring with hym more brayne | ||
175 | From kynge Fraunces of Frauns | |
God sende them bothe myschauns: | ||
Ye scottes all the rable | ||
Ye shall neuer be hable | ||
With vs for to compare | ||
180 | What though ye stampe and stare | |
God sende you sorow and care | ||
With vs whan-euer ye mell | ||
Yet we bear away the bell | ||
Whan ye cankerd knaues | ||
185 | Must crepe in-to your caues | |
Your heedes for to hyde | ||
For ye dare nat abyde. | ||
sig: [F5v] | ||
Sir duke of Albany | ||
Right inconuenyently | ||
190 | Ye rage and ye raue | |
And your worshyp depraue | ||
Nat lyke duke Hamylcar | ||
With the Romayns that made war | ||
Nor lyke his sonne Hanyball | ||
195 | Nor lyke duke Hasdruball | |
ref.ed: 364 | ||
Of Cartage in Aphrike | ||
Yet somwhat ye be lyke | ||
In some of their condicions | ||
And their false sedycions | ||
200 | And their dealyng double | |
And their weywarde trouble: | ||
But yet they were bolde | ||
And manly manyfolde | ||
Their enemyes to assayle | ||
205 | In playn felde and battayle. | |
But ye and your hoost | ||
Full of bragge and boost | ||
And full of waste-wynde | ||
Howe ye wyll beres bynde | ||
210 | And the deuill downe dynge | |
Yet ye dare do nothynge | ||
But lepe away lyke frogges | ||
And hyde you vnder logges | ||
Lyke pygges and lyke hogges | ||
215 | And lyke maungy dogges. | |
sig: [F6] | ||
What an army were ye? | ||
Or what actyuyte? | ||
Is in you beggars braules | ||
Full of scabbes and scaules: | ||
220 | Of vermyne and of lyce | |
and of all maner vyce. | ||
Syr duke: nay syr ducke | ||
Syr drake of the lake: sir ducke | ||
Of the donghyll, for small lucke | ||
225 | Ye haue in feates of warre | |
Ye make nought but ye marre | ||
Ye are a fals entrusar | ||
And a fals abusar | ||
And an vntrewe knyght | ||
230 | Thou hast to lytell myght | |
Agaynst Englande to fyght | ||
Thou art a graceles wyght | ||
To put thy-selfe to flyght | ||
A vengeaunce and dispight | ||
235 | On the must nedes lyght | |
That durst nat byde the sight | ||
ref.ed: 365 | ||
Of my lorde amrell | ||
Of chiualry the well | ||
Of knighthode the floure | ||
240 | In euery marciall shoure | |
The noble erle of Surrey | ||
That put the in suche fray | ||
Thou durst no felde derayne | ||
sig: [F6v] | ||
Nor no batayle mayntayne | ||
245 | Against our st[r]onge captaine stronge] stonge M | |
But thou ran home agayne | ||
For feare thou shoulde be slayne | ||
Lyke a scottyshe keteryng | ||
That durst abyde no reknyng | ||
250 | Thy herte wolde nat serue the | |
The fynde of hell mot sterue the. | ||
No man hath harde | ||
Of suche a cowarde | ||
And such a mad ymage | ||
255 | Caried in a cage: | |
As it were a cotage | ||
Or of suche a mawment | ||
Caryed in a tent | ||
In a tent: nay nay | ||
260 | But in a mountayne gay | |
Lyke a great hill: | ||
For a wyndmil | ||
Therin to couche styll | ||
That no man hym kyll | ||
265 | As it were a gote | |
In a shepe-cote | ||
About hym a parke | ||
Of a madde warke | ||
Men call it a toyle | ||
270 | Therin like a royle | |
Sir Dunkan ye dared | ||
And thus ye prepared | ||
Youre carkas to kepe | ||
sig: [F7] | ||
Lyke a sely shepe | ||
275 | A shepe of Cottyswolde | |
From rayne and from colde | ||
ref.ed: 366 | ||
And from raynning of rappes | ||
And such after-clappes | ||
Thus in your cowardly castell | ||
280 | Ye decte you to dwell | |
Suche a captayne of [h]ors hors] fors M | ||
It made no great fors | ||
If that ye had tane | ||
Your last deedly bane | ||
285 | With a gon-stone | |
To make you to grone | ||
But hyde the sir Topias | ||
Nowe into the castell of Bas | ||
And lurke there lyke an as | ||
290 | With some scotyshe [l]as las] as M | |
With dugges dugges dugges | ||
I shrewe thy scottishe lugges | ||
Thy munpynnys and thy crag | ||
For thou can not but brag | ||
295 | Lyke a scottyshe hag | |
A_due nowe sir wrig_wrag | ||
A_due sir dalyrag | ||
Thy mellyng is but mockyng | ||
Thou mayst giue vp thy cocking | ||
300 | Gyue it vp. And cry creke | |
Lyke an huddy-peke: | ||
sig: [F7v] | ||
Wherto shuld I more speke | ||
Of suche a farly freke | ||
Of suche an horne-keke | ||
305 | Of suche an bolde captayne | |
That dare nat turne agayne | ||
Nor durst nat crak a worde | ||
Nor durst nat drawe his swerde | ||
Agaynst the lyon white | ||
310 | But ran away quyte | |
He ran away by nyght | ||
In the owle-flyght | ||
Lyke a cowarde knyght | ||
A_due cowarde a_due | ||
315 | Fals knight and mooste vntrue | |
I render the fals rebelle | ||
To the flingande fende of helle. | ||
ref.ed: 367 | ||
Harke yet sir duke a worde | ||
In ernest or in borde | ||
320 | What haue ye villayn forged? | |
And virulently dysgorged | ||
As though ye wolde parbrake | ||
Your auauns to make | ||
With wordes enbosed | ||
325 | Vngraciously engrosed | |
Howe ye wyll vndertake | ||
Our royall kyng to make | ||
His owne realme to forsake | ||
Suche lewde langage ye spake: | ||
sig: [F8] | ||
330 | Sir Dunkan in the deuill waye | |
Be well ware what ye say. | ||
Ye saye that he and ye | ||
Whyche he and ye? let se | ||
Ye meane Fraunces french kyng | ||
335 | Shulde bring about that thing | |
I say thou lewde lurdayne | ||
That neyther of you twayne | ||
So hardy nor so bolde | ||
His countenaunce to beholde | ||
340 | If our moost royall Harry | |
Lyst with you to varry | ||
Full soone ye should miscary | ||
For ye durst nat tarry | ||
With hym to stryue a stownde | ||
345 | If he on you but frounde | |
Nat for a thousande poun[de] pounde] pouned M | ||
Ye durst byde on the grounde | ||
Ye wolde ryn away rounde | ||
And cowardly tourne your backes | ||
350 | For all your comly crackes | |
And for feare par case | ||
To loke hym in the face | ||
Ye wolde defoyle the place | ||
And ryn your way apace | ||
355 | Thoughe I trym you thys trace | |
With englyshe somwhat base | ||
Yet sau[e] voster grace saue] saua M | ||
sig: [F8v] | ||
Therby I shall purchace | ||
ref.ed: 368 | ||
No displesaunt rewarde | ||
360 | If ye wele can regarde | |
Your cankarde cowardnesse | ||
And your shamfull doublenesse. | ||
¶Are ye nat frantyke madde? | ||
And wretchedly bestadde | ||
365 | To rayle agaynst his grace | |
That shall bring you full bace | ||
And set you in suche case | ||
That bytwene you twayne | ||
There shalbe drawen a trayne | ||
370 | That shalbe to your payne | |
To flye ye shalbe fayne | ||
And neuer tourne agayne: | ||
What wold Fraunces our friar? | ||
Be suche a false lyar | ||
375 | So madde a cordylar | |
So madde a murmurar | ||
Ye muse somwhat to far | ||
All out of ioynt ye iar | ||
God let you neuer thriue | ||
380 | Wene ye daucockes to driue | |
Our kyng, out of his reme | ||
Ge heme ranke scot ge heme | ||
With fonde Fraunces french kyng | ||
Our mayster shall you brynge | ||
sig: G[1] | ||
385 | I trust to lowe estate | |
And mate you with chek-mate: | ||
Your braynes are ydell | ||
It is time for you to brydell | ||
And pype in a quibyble | ||
390 | For it is impossible | |
For you to bring about | ||
Our kyng for to dryue out | ||
Of this his realme royall | ||
And lande imperiall | ||
395 | So noble a prince as he | |
In all actyuite | ||
Of hardy merciall actes | ||
Fortunate in all his faytes: | ||
ref.ed: 369 | ||
And nowe I wyll me dresse | ||
400 | His valiaunce to expresse | |
Though insufficient am I | ||
His grace to magnify | ||
And laude equiualently | ||
Howe-be-it loyally | ||
405 | After myne allegyaunce | |
My pen I will auaunce | ||
To extoll his noble grace | ||
In spyght of thy cowardes face | ||
In spyght of kyng Fraunces | ||
410 | Deuoyde of all nobles | |
Deuoyde of good corage | ||
Deuoyde of wysdome sage | ||
sig: [G1v] | ||
Mad: frantyke, and sauage | ||
Thus he dothe disparage | ||
415 | His blode with fonde dotage: | |
A prince to play the page | ||
It is a rechelesse rage | ||
And a lunatyke ouerage | ||
What though my stile be rude? | ||
420 | With trouthe it is ennewde | |
Trouth ought to be rescude | ||
Trouthe should nat be subdude | ||
But nowe will I expounde | ||
What noblenesse dothe abounde | ||
425 | And what honour is founde | |
And what vertues be resydent | ||
In our royall regent | ||
Our perelesse president | ||
Our kyng most excellent: | ||
430 | In merciall prowes | |
Lyke vnto Hercules | ||
In prudence and wysdom | ||
Lyke vnto Salamon | ||
In his goodly person | ||
435 | Lyke vnto Absolon | |
In loyalte and foy | ||
Lyke to Ector of Troy | ||
And his glory to incres | ||
ref.ed: 370 | ||
Lyke to Scipiades | ||
sig: G2 | ||
440 | In royal mageste | |
Lyke vnto Ptholome | ||
Lyke to duke Iosue | ||
And the valiaunt Machube: | ||
That if I wolde reporte | ||
445 | All the roiall sorte | |
Of his nobilyte | ||
His magnanymyte | ||
His animosite | ||
His fr[u]galite frugalite] fragalite M | ||
450 | His lyberalite | |
His affabilite | ||
His humanyte | ||
His stabilite | ||
His humilite | ||
455 | His benignite | |
His royall dignyte. | ||
My lernyng is to small | ||
For to recount them all. | ||
What losels than are ye | ||
460 | Lyke cowardes as ye be | |
To rayle on his astate | ||
With wordes inordinate. | ||
He rules his cominalte | ||
With all benignite | ||
465 | His noble baronage | |
He putteth them in corage | ||
sig: [G2v] | ||
To exployte dedes of armys | ||
To the domage and harmys | ||
Of suche as be his foos | ||
470 | Where-euer he rydes or goos | |
His subiectes he dothe supporte | ||
Maintayne them with comforte | ||
Of his moste princely porte | ||
As all men can reporte: | ||
475 | Than ye be a knappishe sorte | |
Et faitez a luy grant torte | ||
With your enbosed iawes | ||
ref.ed: 371 | ||
To rayle on hym lyke dawes | ||
The fende scrache out your mawes: | ||
480 | All his subiectes and he | |
Moost louyngly agre | ||
With hole hart and true mynde | ||
They fynde his grace so kynde | ||
Wherwith he dothe them bynde | ||
485 | At all houres to be redy | |
With hym to lyue and dye | ||
And to spende their hart-blode | ||
Their bodyes and their gode | ||
With hym, in all dystresse | ||
490 | Alway in redynesse. | |
To assyst his noble grace | ||
In spyght of thy cowardes face | ||
Moost false attaynted traytour | ||
And false forsworne faytour. | ||
sig: G3 | ||
495 | Auaunte cowarde recrayed | |
Thy pride shalbe alayd | ||
With sir Fraunces of Fraunce | ||
We shall pype you a daunce | ||
Shall tourne you to myschauns: | ||
500 | I rede you loke about | |
For ye shalbe driuen out | ||
Of your lande in shorte space | ||
We will so folowe in the chace | ||
That ye shall haue no grace | ||
505 | For to tourne your face | |
And thus sainct George to borowe | ||
Ye shall haue shame and sorowe. | ||
¶Lenuoy. |
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GO lytell quayre quickly | ||
Shew them that shall you rede | ||
How that ye are lykely | ||
Ouer all the world[e] to sprede: worlde] worlds M | ||
5 | The fals Scottes for dred | |
With the duke of Albany, | ||
Beside the water of Twede | ||
They fledde full cowardly. | ||
ref.ed: 372 | ||
Though your englishe be rude | ||
10 | Barreyne of eloquence | |
Yet breuely to conclude | ||
Grounded is your sentence | ||
sig: [G3v] | ||
On trouthe, vnder defence | ||
Of all trewe englyshemen | ||
15 | This mater to credence | |
That I wrate with my pen. | ||
Skelton Laureat: obsequious et loyall. | ||
To my lorde Cardynals right noble grace.etc. | ||
Lenuoy. |
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GO lytell quayre apace | ||
In moost humble wyse | ||
Before his noble grace | ||
That caused you to deuise | ||
5 | This lytel enterprise | |
And hym moost lowly pray | ||
In his mynde to comprise | ||
Those wordes his grace dyd saye | ||
Of an ammas gray. | ||
Ie, Foy enterment En sa bone grace. |