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PAGE PREFACE v-xii 1. MSS. and Editions v 2. The Scribes viii 3. The Present Edition x

NOTES TO TEXT 378

GLOSSARY 519

LIST OF PRINCIPAL WORKS 545

INTRODUCTION

For this reason Buss always gives the name as Barbere.

These have been brought together by Skeat in his first volume, pp. xv-xxv.

The account of 1429 is the first to state expressly that this perpetual pension was "for the composition of the book of the deeds of the erstwhile King Robert the Bruce" .

Some stray notices of Barbour in other connections add nothing of importance. One, however, lets us know that he was responsible for the loss of a volume on law from the library of his cathedral.

"His theme was Freedom," writes Mr. Cosmo Innes. Barbour gives out his "theme" in the first thirty-six lines, and never once mentions it.

Bot na gude Cristene mane her-to Sulde gif credence--that I defend,

Edit. Horstmann, ii., p. 226.

Vol. ii., p. 104.

P. 108.

THE BRUCE

Storys to rede ar delitabill, Suppos that thai be nocht bot fabill: Than suld storys that suthfast wer, And thai war said on gud maner, Have doubill plesance in heryng. 5 The fyrst plesance is the carpyng, And the tothir the suthfastnes That schawys the thing rycht as it wes: And suth thyngis that ar likand Tyll mannys heryng ar plesand. 10 Tharfor I wald fayne set my will, Giff my wyt mycht suffice thartill, To put in wryt a suthfast story, That it lest ay furth in memory, Swa that na tyme of lenth it let, 15 Na ger it haly be forget. For aulde storys that men redys, Representis to thaim the dedys Of stalwart folk that lyvyt ar, Rycht as thai than in presence war. And certis, thai suld weill have prys 20 That in thar tyme war wycht and wys, And led thar lyff in gret travaill, And oft, in hard stour off bataill, Wan richt gret price off chevalry, 25 And war voydyt off cowardy. As wes King Robert off Scotland, That hardy wes off hart and hand; And gud Schyr James off Douglas, That in his tyme sa worthy was, 30 That off hys price and hys bounte, In fer landis renownyt wes he. Off thaim I thynk this buk to ma: Now God gyff grace that I may swa Tret it, and bryng it till endyng, 35 That I say nocht bot suthfast thing!

How the Lords of Scotland took the King of England to be Arbiter at the last.

Quhen Alexander the King was deid, That Scotland haid to steyr and leid, The land sex yher, and mayr perfay, Lay desolat eftyr hys day; 40 Till that the barnage at the last Assemblyt thaim, and fayndyt fast To cheys a king thar land to ster, That, off awncestry, cummyn wer Off kingis that aucht that reawte, 45 And mayst had rycht thair king to be. Bot envy, that is sa feloune, Maid amang thaim discencioun. For sum wald haiff the Balleoll king; For he wes cummyn off the offspryng 50 Off hyr that eldest systir was. And othir sum nyt all that cas; And said, that he thair king suld be That wes in als nere degre, And cummyn wes of the neist male, 55 And in branch collaterale. Thai said, successioun of kyngrik Was nocht to lawer feys lik; For thar mycht succed na female, Quhill foundyn mycht be ony male 60 That were in lyne evyn descendand; Thai bar all othir wayis on hand, For than the neyst cummyn off the seid, Man or woman, suld succeid. Be this resoun that part thocht hale, 65 That the lord off Anandyrdale, Robert the Bruys Erle off Carryk, Aucht to succeid to the kynryk. The barownys thus war at discord, That on na maner mycht accord; 70 Till at the last thai all concordyt, That all thar spek suld be recordyt Till Schyr Edward off Ingland King; And he suld swer that, but fenyheyng, He suld that arbytre disclar, 75 Off thir twa that I tauld off ar, Quhilk sulde succeid to sic a hycht; And lat him ryng that had the rycht. This ordynance thaim thocht the best, For at that tyme wes pes and rest 80 Betwyx Scotland and Ingland bath; And thai couth nocht persave the skaith That towart thaim wes apperand; For that at the King off Ingland Held swylk freyndschip and cumpany 85 To thar King, that wes swa worthy, Thai trowyt that he, as gud nychtbur, And as freyndsome compositur, Wald have jugyt in lawte: Bot othir wayis all yheid the gle. 90 A! blynd folk full off all foly! Haid yhe umbethoucht yhow enkrely, Quhat perell to yhow mycht apper, Yhe had nocht wrocht on that maner: Haid yhe tane keip how at that King 95 Alwayis, for-owtyn sojournyng, Travayllyt for to wyn senyhory, And, throw his mycht, till occupy Landis that war till him marcheand, As Walis was, and als Ireland; 100 That he put to swylk thrillage, That thai that war off hey parage Suld ryn on fute, as rebaldaill, Quhen he wald ony folk assaill. Durst nane of Walis in bataill ride; 105 Na yhet, fra evyn fell, abyd Castell or wallyt toune with-in, That he ne suld lyff and lymmys tyne. In-to swilk thrillage thaim held he, That he ourcome throw his powste. 110 Yhe mycht se he suld occupy Throw slycht, that he ne mycht throw maistri. Had yhe tane kep quhat was thrillag, And had consideryt his usage, That gryppyt ay, but gayne-gevyng, 115 Yhe suld, for-owtyn his demyng, Haiff chosyn yhow a king, that mycht Have haldyn weyle the land in rycht. Walys ensample mycht have bene To yhow, had yhe it forow sene. 120 And wys men sayis he is happy That be othir will him chasty. For unfayr thingis may fall, perfay, Als weill to-morn as yhisterday. Bot yhe traistyt in lawte, 125 As sympile folk, but mavyte; And wyst nocht quhat suld eftir tyd. For in this warld, that is sa wyde, Is nane determynat that sall Knaw thingis that ar for to fall: 130 But God, that is off maist poweste, Reservyt till his majeste For to knaw, in his prescience, Off alkyn tyme the mowence.

On this maner assentyt war 135 The barownis, as I said yhow ar: And throuch thar aller hale assent, Messingeris till hym thai sent, That was than in the haly land, On Saracenys warryand. 140 And fra he wyst quhat charge thai had, He buskyt hym, but mar abad, And left purpos that he had tane; And till Ingland agayne is gayne. And syne till Scotland word send he, 145 That thai suld mak ane assemble; And he in hy suld cum to do In all thing, as thai wrayt him to. But he thoucht weile, throuch thar debate, That he suld slely fynd the gate 150 How that he all the senyhowry, Throw his gret mycht, suld occupy. And to Robert the Bruys said he; "Gyff thow will hald in cheyff off me "For evirmar, and thine ofspryng, 155 "I sall do swa thou sall be king." 'Schyr,' said he, 'sa God me save, 'The kynryk yharn I nocht to have, 'Bot gyff it fall off rycht to me: 'And gyff God will that it sa be, 160 'I sall als frely in all thing 'Hald it, as it afferis to king; 'Or as myn eldris forouch me 'Held it in freyast rewate.' The tothir wreythyt him, and swar 165 That he suld have it nevir mar: And turnyt him in wreth away. Bot Schyr Jhon the Balleoll, perfay, Assentyt till him, in all his will; Quhar-throuch fell eftir mekill ill. 170 He was king bot a litill quhile; And throuch gret sutelte and ghyle, For litill enchesone, or nane, He was arestyt syne and tane, And degradyt syne wes he 175 Off honour and off dignite. Quhethir it wes throuch wrang or rycht, God wat it, that is maist off mycht.

Quhen Schyr Edward, the mychty king, Had on this wys done his likyng 180 Off Jhone the Balleoll, that swa sone Was all defawtyt and undone, To Scotland went he than in hy, And all the land gan occupy: Sa hale, that bath castell and toune 185 War in-till his possessioune, Fra Weik anent Orknay, To Mullyr-snuk in Gallaway; And stuffyt all with Inglis men. Schyrreffys and bailyheys maid he then; 190 And alkyn othir officeris, That for to govern land afferis, He maid off Inglis nation; That worthyt than sa ryth fellone, And sa wykkyt and covatous, 195 And swa hawtane and dispitous, That Scottis men mycht do na thing That evir mycht pleys to thar liking. Thar wyffis wald thai oft forly, And thar dochtrys dispitusly: 200 And gyff ony thar-at war wrath, Thai watyt hym wele with gret scaith; For thai suld fynd sone enchesone To put hym to destructione. And gyff that ony man thaim by 205 Had ony thing that wes worthy, As hors, or hund, or othir thing, That plesand war to thar liking, With rycht or wrang it have wald thai. And gyf ony wald thaim withsay, 210 Thai suld swa do, that thai suld tyne Othir land or lyff, or leyff in pyne. For thai dempt thaim eftir thar will, Takand na kep to rycht na skill. A! quhat thai dempt thaim felonly! 215 For gud knychtis that war worthy, For litill enchesoune or than nane, Thai hangyt be the nekbane. Alas that folk, that evir wes fre, And in fredome wount for to be, 220 Throw thar gret myschance and foly, War tretyt than sa wykkytly, That thar fays thar jugis war: Quhat wrechitnes may man have mar?

A! fredome is a noble thing! 225 Fredome mays man to haiff liking; Fredome all solace to man giffis: He levys at es that frely levys. A noble hart may haiff nane es, Na ellys nocht that may him ples, 230 Gyff fredome failyhe: for fre liking Is yharnyt our all othir thing. Na he, that ay has levyt fre, May nocht knaw weill the propyrte, The angyr, na the wrechyt dome, 235 That is cowplyt to foule thyrldome. Bot gyff he had assayit it, Than all perquer he suld it wyt; And suld think fredome mar to prys, Than all the gold in warld that is. 240 Thus contrar thingis evir-mar, Discoveryngis off the tothir ar. And he that thryll is has nocht his; All that he has enbandownyt is Till hys lord, quhat-evir he be. 245 Yheyt has he nocht sa mekill fre As fre liking to leyve, or do That at hys hart hym drawis to. Than mays clerkis questioun, Quhen thai fall in disputacioun, 250 That gyff man bad his thryll owcht do, And in the samyn tym come him to His wyff, and askyt hym hyr det, Quhethir he his lordis neid suld let, And pay fryst that he awcht, and syne 255 Do furth his lordis commandyne; Or leve onpayit his wyff, and do It that commaundyt is him to? I leve all the solucioun Till thaim that ar off mar renoun. 260 Bot sen thai mek sic comperyng Betwix the dettis off wedding, And lordis bidding till his threll, Yhe may weile se, thoucht nane yhow tell, How hard a thing that threldome is. 265 For men may weile se, that ar wys, That wedding is the hardest band, That ony man may tak on hand: And thryldome is weill wer than deid; For quhill a thryll his lyff may leid, 270 It merrys him, body and banys; And dede anoyis him bot anys. Schortly to say, is nane can tell The halle condicioun off a threll.

Thus-gat levyt thai, and in sic thrillage; 275 Bath pur, and thai off hey parage. For off the lordis sum thai slew, And sum thai hangyt, and sum thai drew; And sum thai put in hard presoune, For-owtyn caus or enchesoun. 280 And, amang othir, off Dowglas Put in presoun Sir Wilyham was, That off Dowglas was lord and syr; Off him thai makyt a martyr. Fra thai in presoune him sleuch, 285 Hys landis, that war fayr inewch, Thai to the lord off Clyffurd gave. He had a sone, a litill knave, That wes than bot a litill page, Bot syne he wes off gret vaslage; 290 Hys fadyr dede he vengyt sua, That in Ingland, I underta, Wes nane off lyve that hym ne dred; For he sa fele off harnys sched, That nane that lyvys thaim can tell. 295 Bot wondirly hard thingis fell Till him, or he till state wes brocht. Thair wes nane aventur that mocht Stunay hys hart, na ger him let To do the thing he wes on set; 300 For he thocht ay encrely To do his deid avysily. He thocht weill he wes worth na seyle, That mycht of nane anoyis feyle; And als for till escheve gret thingis, 305 And hard travalyis, and barganyngis, That suld ger his price dowblyt be. Quharfor, in all hys lyve-tyme, he Wes in gret payn, et gret travaill; And nevir wald for myscheiff faill, 310 Bot dryve the thing rycht to the end, And tak the ure that God wald send. Hys name wes James of Douglas: And quhen he heard his fadir was Put in presoune sa fellounly, 315 And at his landis halyly War gevyn to the Clyffurd, perfay He wyst nocht quhat to do na say; For he had na thing to dispend, Na thar wes nane that evir him kend 320 Wald do sa mekill for him, that he Mycht sufficiantly fundyn be. Than wes he wondir will off wane; And sodanly in hart has tane, That he wald travaile our the se, 325 And a quhile in Parys be, And dre myscheiff quhar nane hym kend, Till God sum succouris till hym send. And as he thocht he did rycht sua, And sone to Parys can he ga; 330 And levyt thar full sympylly. The-quhethir he glaid was and joly; And till swylk thowlesnes he yheid, As the cours askis off yhowtheid; And umquhill in-to rybbaldaill: 335 And that may mony tyme availl. For knawlage off mony statis May quhile availyhe full mony gatis; As to the gud Erle off Artayis Robert, befell in-till his dayis. 340 For oft feynyheyng oft rybbaldy Availyheit him, and that gretly. And Catone sayis us, in his wryt, That to fenyhe foly quhile is wyt. In Parys ner thre yher duellyt he; 345 And then come tythandis our the se, That his fadyr wes done to ded Then wes he wa, and will of red; And thocht that he wald hame agayne, To luk gyff he, throw ony payn, 350 Mycht wyn agayn his heritage, And his men out off all thryllage.

The First Rising of Lord Douglas.

To Sanct Androws he come in hy, Quhar the byschop full curtasly Resavyt him, and gert him wer 355 His knyvys forouch him to scher; And cled him rycht honorabilly, And gert ordayn quhar he suld ly. A weile gret quhile thar duellyt he; All men lufyt him for his bounte; 360 For he wes off full fayr effer, Wys, curtais, and deboner; Larg and luffand als wes he, And our all thing luffyt lawte.

Leaute to luff is gretumly; 365 Throuch leaute liffis men rychtwisly: With a vertu of leaute A man may yheit sufficyand be: And but leawte may nane haiff price, Quhethir he be wycht, or he be wys; 370 For quhar it failyheys, na vertu May be off price, na off valu, To mak a man sa gud that he May symply callyt gud man be.

He wes in all his dedis lele; 375 For him dedeynyheit nocht to dele With trechery, na with falset. His hart on hey honour wes set: And hym contenyt on sic maner, That all him luffyt that war him ner. 380 Bot he wes nocht so fayr, that we Suld spek gretly off his beaute: In vysage wes he sumdeill gray, And had blak har, as Ic hard say; Bot off lymmys he wes weill maid, 385 With banys gret, and schuldrys braid. His body wes weyll maid and lenye, As thai that saw hym said to me. Quhen he wes blyth he wes lufly, And meyk and sweyt in cumpany: 390 Bot quha in battail mycht him se All other contenance had he. And in spek wlispyt he sum deill; Bot that sat him rycht wondre weill. Till gud Ector of Troy mycht he 395 In mony thingis liknyt be. Ector had blak har, as he had, And stark lymmys, and rycht weill maid; And wlyspit alsua as did he, And wes fulfillyt of leawte, 400 And wes curtais and wys and wycht. Bot off manheid and mekill mycht, Till Ector dar I nane comper Off all that evir in warldys wer. The-quhethyr in his tyme sa wrocht he, 405 That he suld gretly lovyt be.

He duellyt thar, quhill on a tid, The King Edward, with mekill prid, Come to Strevillyne with gret mengyhe, For till hald thar ane assemble. 410 Thiddirwart went mony baroune; Byschop Wylyhame off Lambyrtoun Raid thiddyr als, and with him was This squyer James of Dowglas. The byschop led him to the King, 415 And said: "Schyr, heyr I to yhow bryng "This child, that clemys yhour man to be; "And prayis yhow par cheryte, "That yhe resave her his homage, "And grantis him his heritage." 420 "Quhat landis clemys he?' said the King. "Schyr, giff that it be yhour liking, "He clemys the lordschip off Douglas; "For lord tharoff hys fadir was." The King then wrethyt him encrely, 425 And said; 'Schyr byschop, sekyrly 'Gyff thow wald kep thi fewte, 'Thow maid nane sic speking to me. 'Hys fadyr ay wes my fay feloune, 'And deyt tharfor in my presoun; 430 'And wes agayne my majeste: 'Tharfor hys ayr I aucht to be. 'Ga purches land quhar-evir he may, 'For tharoff haffys he nane, perfay: 'The Cliffurd sall thaim haiff, for he 435 'Ay lely has servyt to me.' The byschop hard him swa ansuer, And durst than spek till him na mar; Bot fra his presence went in hy, For he dred sayr his felouny: 440 Swa that he na mar spak tharto. The King did that he com to do; And went till Ingland syn agayn, With mony man off mekyll mayn.

The Scots are likened to the Holy Maccabees.

Lordingis, quha likis for till her, 445 The Romanys now begynnys her, Off men that war in gret distres, And assayit full gret hardynes, Or thai mycht cum till thar entent: Bot syne our Lord sic grace thaim sent, 450 That thai syne, throw thar gret valour, Come till gret hycht, and till honour, Magre thair fayis evirilkane, That war sa fele, that ay for ane Off thaim thai war weill a thowsand. 455 Bot quhar God helpys quhat may withstand? Bot, and we say the suthfastnes, Thai war sum tyme erar may then les. Bot God that maist is of all mycht, Preservyt thaim in his forsycht, 460 To veng the harme and the contrer, At that fele folk and pautener Dyd till sympill folk and worthy, That couth nocht help thaim self: for-thi, Thai war lik to the Machabeys, 465 That, as men in the Bibill seys, Throw thair gret worschip and valour, Fawcht in-to mony stalwart stour, For to delyvir thar countre Fra folk that, throw iniquite, 470 Held thaim and thairis in thrillage: Thai wrocht sua throw thar vassalage, That, with few folk, thai had victory Off mychty kingis, as sayis the story, And delyveryt thar land all fre; 475 Quharfor thar name suld lovyt be.

Thys lord the Bruys, I spak of ayr, Saw all the kynryk swa forfayr; And swa trowblyt the folk saw he, That he tharoff had gret pitte. 480 Bot quhat pite that evir he had, Na contenance thar-off he maid; Till, on a tym, Schyr Jhone Cumyn, As thai come ridand fra Strevillyn, Said till him; "Schir, will yhe nocht se, 485 "How that governyt is this countre? "Thai sla our folk but enchesoune, "And haldis this land agayne resoune, "And yhe tharoff full suld lord be. "And gyff that yhe will trow to me, 490 "Ye sall ger mak yhow tharoff king, "And I sall be in yhour helping; "With-thi yhe giff me all the land "That he haiff now in till yhour hand: "And gyff that yhe will nocht do sua, 495 "Na swylk a state upon yow ta, "All hale my land sall yhouris be; "And lat me ta the state on me, "And bring this land out off thyrllage. "For thar is nothir man na page, 500 "In all this land that ne sall be "Fayn to mak thaim-selvyn fre." The lord the Bruis hard his carping, And wend he spak bot suthfast thing. And, for it likit till his will, 505 He gave sone his assent thartill: And said, 'Sen yhe will it be swa, 'I will blythly apon me ta 'The state, for I wate I have rycht; 'And rycht mays oft the feble wycht.' 510

The barownys thus accordyt ar; And that ilk nycht than writyn war Thair endenturis, and aythis maid To hald that thai forspokyn haid. Bot off all thing wa worth tresoun! 515 For thar is nothir duk ne baroun, Na erle, na prynce, na king off mycht, Thocht he be nevir sa wys na wycht, For wyt, worschip, price, na renoun, That evir may wauch hym with tresoune. 520 Wes nocht all Troy with tresoune tane, Quhen ten yheris of the wer wes gane? Then slayn wes mone thowsand Off thaim with-owt, throw strenth of hand; As Dares in his buk he wrate, 525 And Dytis, that knew all thar state. Thai mycht nocht haiff beyn tane throw mycht, Bot tresoun tuk thaim throw hyr slycht. And Alexander the Conqueroure, That conqueryt Babilonys tour, 530 And all this warld off lenth and breid, In twelf yher, throw his douchty deid, Wes syne destroyit throw pusoune, In his awyne hows, throw gret tresoune. Bot, or he deit, his land delt he: 535 To se his dede wes gret pite. Julius Cesar als, that wan Bretane and Fraunce, as dowchty man, Affryk, Arrabe, Egipt, Surry, And all Europe halyly; 540 And for his worschip and valour Off Rome wes fryst maid emperour; Syne in hys capitole wes he, Throw thaim of his consaill prive, Slayne with punsoune, rycht to the ded: 545 And quhen he saw thair wes na rede, Hys eyn with his hand closit he, For to dey with mar honeste. Als Arthur, that throw chevalry Maid Bretane maistres and lady 550 Off twelf kinrykis that he wan; And alsua, as a noble man, He wan throw bataill Fraunce all fre; And Lucius Yber vencusyt he, That then of Rome was emperour: 555 Bot yheit, for all his gret valour, Modreyt his systir son him slew; And gud men als ma then inew, Throw tresoune and throw wikkitnes; The Broite beris tharoff wytnes. 560 Sa fell off this conand-making: For the Cumyn raid to the King Off Ingland, and tald all this cas; Bot, I trow, nocht all as it was. Bot the endentur till him gaf he, 565 That soune schawyt the iniquite: Quharfor syne he tholyt ded; Than he couth set tharfor na rede.

Quhen the King saw the endentur, He wes angry out of mesur, 570 And swour that he suld vengeance ta Off that Bruys, that presumyt swa Aganys him to brawle or rys, Or to conspyr on sic a wys. And to Schyr Jhon Cumyn said he, 575 That he suld, for his leawte, Be rewardyt, and that hely: And he him thankit humyly. Than thocht he to have the leding Off all Scotland, but gane-saying, 580 Fra at the Bruce to dede war brocht. Bot oft failyheis the fulis thocht; And wys mennys etling Cummys nocht ay to that ending That thai think it sall cum to; 585 For God wate weill quhat is to do. Off hys etlyng rycht swa it fell, As I sall efterwartis tell. He tuk his leve, and hame is went; And the King a parlyament 590 Gert set thareftir hastely; And thidder somownys he in hy The barownys of his reawte. And to the lord the Bruce send he Bydding to come to that gadryng. 595 And he that had na persavyng Off the tresoun, na the falset, Raid to the King but langir let; And in Lundon hym herberyd he The fyrst day off thar assemble; 600 Syn on the morn to court he went. The Kyng sat into parleament; And forouch hys consaile prive, The lord the Bruce than callyt he, And schawyt hym the endentur. 605 He wes in full gret aventur To tyne his lyff; bot God of mycht Preservyt him till hyer hycht, That wald nocht that he swa war dede. The King betaucht hym in that steid 610 The endentur, the seile to se, The askyt, gyff it enselyt he? He lukyit the seyle ententily, And answeryt till hym humyly, And sayd; "How that I sympill be, 615 "My seyle is nocht all tyme with me; "Ik have ane othir it to ber. "Tharfor giff that yhour willis wer, "Ic ask yhow respyt for to se "This lettir, and avysit be, 620 "Till to morn that yhe be set: "And then, for-owtyn langir let, "This lettir sall I entyr heyr, "Befor all yhour consaill planer; "And thair-till in-to bourch draw I 625 "Myn herytage all halily." The King thocht he wes traist inewch, Sen he in bowrch hys landis drewch; And let hym with the lettir passe, Till entyr it, as for-spokin was. 630

How the Bruce avoided King Edward's Deceit.

The Bruys went till his innys swyth; Bot, wyt yhe weile, he wes full blyth, That he had gottyn that respyt. He callit his marschall till him tyt, And bad him luk on all maner, 5 That he ma till his men gud cher; For he wald in his chambre be A weill gret quhile in private, With him a clerk for-owtyn ma. The marschell till the hall gan ga, 10 And did hys lordys commanding. The lord the Bruce, but mar letting, Gert prively bryng stedys twa. He and the clerk, for-owtyn ma, Lap on, for-owtyn persavyng: 15 And day and nycht, but sojournyng, Thai raid; quhill, on the fyften day, Cummyn till Louchmaban ar thai. Hys brodyr Edward thar thai fand, That thocht ferly, Ic tak on hand, 20 That thai come hame sa prively: He tauld hys brodyr halyly, How that he thar soucht was, And how he chapyt wes throw cas.

Here John Comyn and Others are Slain in the Friars' Kirk.

Sa fell it in the samyn tid, 25 That at Dumfres, rycht thar besid, Schir Jhone the Cumyn sojornyng maid; The Brus lap on and thiddir raid; And thocht, for-owtyn mar letting, For to quyt hym his discoveryng. 30 Thiddir he raid, but langir let, And with Schyr Jhone the Cumyn met, In the Freris, at the hye awter, And schawyt him, with lauchand cher, The endentur; syne with a knyff, 35 Rycht in that sted, hym reft the lyff. Schyr Edmund Cumyn als wes slayn, And othir mony off mekill mayn. Nocht-for-thi yheit sum men sayis, At that debat fell othir wayis; 40 But quhat sa evyr maid the debate, Thar-throuch he deyt, weill I wat. He mysdyd thar gretly, but wer, That gave na gyrth to the awter. Tharfor sa hard myscheiff him fell, 45 That Ik herd nevir in romanys tell Off man sa hard frayit as wes he, That eftirwart com to sic bounte.

Here the King of England seeks for Robert Bruce, but does not find Him.

Now agayne to the King ga we, 50 That on the morn, with his barne, Sat in-till his parlement; And eftyr the lord the Bruys he sent, Rycht till his in, with knychtis kene. Quhen he oft tyme had callit bene, And his men eftir him askit thai, 55 Thai said that he, sen yhytirday, Duelt in his chambyr ythanly, With a clerk with him anerly. Than knokyt thai at his chamur thar; And quhen thai hard nane mak ansuar 60 Thai brak the dur; bot thai fand nocht, The-quhethir the chambre hale thai socht. Thai tauld the King than hale the cas, And how that he eschapyt was. He wes off his eschap sary; 65 And swour in ire, full stalwartly, That he suld drawyn and hangit be. He manausyt as him thocht: bot he Thoucht that suld pas ane othir way.

Here Robert Bruce sends Letters for an Assembly.

And quhen he, as ye hard me say, 70 In-till the kyrk Schyr Jhone haid slayn, Till Louchmabane he went agayne; And gert men, with his lettres, ryd To freyndis apon ilke sid, That come to hym with thar mengyhe; 75 And his men als assemblit he: And thocht that he wald mak him king. Our all the land the word gan spryng, That the Bruce the Cumyn had slayn; And, amang othir, lettres ar gayn 80 To the byschop off Androws towne, That tauld how slayn wes that baroun, The lettir tauld hym all the deid: And he till his men can it reid; And sythyn said thaim; "Sekyrly 85 "I hop that Thomas prophecy "Off Hersildoune sall veryfyd be "In him; for, swa our Lord help me! "I haiff gret hop he sall be king, "And haiff this land all in leding." 90

The Douglas meeting with King Robert.

The Crowning of King Robert.

The lord of the Bruce to Glaskow raid, 175 And send about him, quhill he haid Off his freyndis a gret menyhe. And syne to Scone in hy raid he, And wes maid king but langir let, And in the kingis stole wes set; 180 As in that tyme wes the maner. Bot off thar nobleis gret affer, Thar service, na thar realte, Yhe sall her na thing now for me; Owtane that he off the barnage 185 That thiddir come, tok homage; And syne went our all the land, Frendis and frendschip purchesand, To maynteym that he had begunnyn. He wyst, or all the land war wonnyn, 190 He suld fynd full hard barganyng With him that wes off Ingland King: For thar wes nane off lyff sa fell, Sa pautener, na sa cruell. And quhen to King Edward wes tauld, 195 How at the Bruys, that wes sa bauld, Had brocht the Cumyn till ending, And how he syne had maid him king, Owt off his wyt he went weill ner; And callit till him Schir Amer 200 The Vallang, that wes wys and wycht, And off his hand a worthy knycht, And bad him men off armys ta, And in all hy till Scotland ga, And byrn, and slay, and rais dragoun: 205 And hycht all Fyfe in warysoun Till him, that mycht othir ta or sla Robert the Bruce, that wes his fa. Schir Aymer did as he him bad, Gret chevalry with him he had; 210 With him wes Philip the Mowbray, And Ingram the Umfravill perfay, That wes bath wys and averty, And full of gret chevalry; And off Scotland the maist party 215 Thai had in-till thar company.

The First Speaking of King Robert with Sir Aymer.

For yheit then mekill off the land Wes in-till Inglis mennys hand. Till Perth then went thai in a rout, That then wes wallyt all about 220 With feile towris, rycht hey bataillyt, To defend giff it war assaylit. Thar-in duellyt Schir Amery, With all his gret chevalry. The King Robert wyst he wes thar, 225 And quhat-kyn chyftanys with him war, And assemblyt all his mengyhe. He had feyle off full gret bounte; Bot thar fayis war may then thai, Be fifteene hunder, as Ik herd say. 230 The-quhethir he had thar, at that ned, Full feill that war douchty off deid; And barownys that war bauld as bar. Twa erlis alsua with him war; Off Levynax and Atholl war thai. 235 Edward the Bruce wes thar alsua, Thomas Randell, and Hew de le Hay, And Schyr David the Berclay, Fresale, Somerveile, and Inchmertyn; James of Dowglas thar wes syne, 240 That yheyt than wes bot litill off mycht; And othir fele folk forsye in fycht: Bot I can nocht tell quhat thai hycht. Thocht thai war qwheyn, thai war worthy, And full of gret chevalry. 245 And in bataill, in gud aray, Befor Sanct Jhonystoun com thai, And bad Schyr Amery isch to fycht; And he, that in the mekill mycht Traistyt off thaim that wes him by, 250 Bad his men arme thaim hastily. Bot Schir Ingram the Umfravill Thocht it war all to gret perill In playne bataill to thaim to ga, Or quhill thai war arayit sa: 255 And till Schyr Amer then said he; 'Schir, giff that yhe will trow to me, 'Yhe sall nocht ische thaim till assaile, 'Till thai ar purvayt in bataill. 'For thar ledar is wys and wycht, 260 'And off his hand a noble knycht; 'And he has in his cumpany 'Mony a gud man and worthi, 'That sall be hard for till assay, 'While thai ar in sa gud aray. 265 'For it suld be full mekill mycht 'That now suld put thaim to the flycht: 'For quhen thai folk ar weill arayit, 'And for the bataill weill purvait, 'With-thi that thai all gud men be, 270 'Thai sall fer mar be avise, 'And weill mar for to dreid, then thai 'War set sumdele out off aray. 'Thairfor yhe may, schir, say thaim till, 'That thai may this nycht, and thai will, 275 'Gang herbery thaim and slep and rest; 'And at to morn, but langar frest, 'Yhe sall isch furth to the bataill, 'And fecht with thaim bot gyf thai faile. 'Sa till thar herbery wend sall thai, 280 'And sum sall wend to the forray; 'And thai that duellis at the logyng, 'Sen thai come owt off travelling, 'Sall in schort tyme unarmyt be. 'Then on our best maner may we, 285 'With all our fayr chevalry, 'Ryd towart thaim rycht hardyly; 'And thai that wenys to rest all nycht 'Quhen thai se us arayit to fycht, 'Cummand on thaim sa sudanly, 290 'Thai sall affrayit be gretumly. 'And or thai cummyn in bataill be, 'We sall speid us swagat that we 'Sall be all redy till assembill. 'Sum man for erynes will trymbill, 295 'Quhen he assayit is sodanly, 'That with avisement is douchty.'

The Lodging of King Robert in the Park of Methven.

As he avisyt now have thai done; And till thaim utouth send thai sone, And bad thaim herbery thaim that nycht, 300 And on the morn cum to the fycht. Quhen thai saw thai mycht no mar, Towart Meffayn then gan thai far; And in the woud thaim logyt thai; The thrid part went to the forray; 305 And the lave sone unarmyt war. And skalyt to loge thaim her and thar. Schyr Amer then, but mar abaid, With all the folk he with him haid, Ischyt in-forcely to the fycht; 310 And raid, in-till a randoun rycht, The strawcht way towart Meffen. The King, that wes unarmyt then, Saw thaim cum swa inforcely; Then till his men gan hely cry, 315 "Till armys swyth, and makys yhow yhar! "Her at our hand our fayis ar!" And thai did swa in full gret hy; And on thair hors lap hastily. The King displayit his baner, 320 Quhen that his folk assemblyt wer; And said, "Lordingis, now may yhe se "That yhone folk all, throw sutelte, "Schapis thaim to do with slycht, "That at thai drede to do with mycht. 325 "Now I persave he that will trew "His fa, it sall him sum tyme rew. "And nocht-for-thi, thocht thai be fele, "God may rycht weill our werdis dele; "For multitud mais na victory, 330 "As men has red in mony story, "That few folk has oft vencusyt ma. "Trow we that we sall do rycht sua. "Yhe are ilkan wycht and worthy, "And full of gret chevalry; 335 "And wate rycht weill quhat honour is. "Wyrk yhe then apon swylk wys, "That yhour honour be savyt ay. "And a thing will I to yow say, "That he that dois for his cuntre 340 "Sall herbryit in-till hevyn be." Quhen this wes said, thai saw cumand Thar fayis ridand, ner at the hand, Arayit rycht avisely, Willful to do chevalry. 345

The Battle of Methven and the First Discomfiture of King Robert.

On athir syd thus war thai yhar, And till assemble all redy war. Thai straucht their speris, on athir syd, And swa ruydly gan samyn ryd, That speris all to-fruschyt war, 350 And feyle men dede, and woundyt sar; The blud owt at their byrnys brest. For the best and the worthiest, That wilfull war to wyn honour, Plungyt in the stalwart stour, 355 And rowtis ruyd about thaim dang. Men mycht haiff seyn in-to that thrang Knychtis that wycht and hardy war, Undyr hors feyt defoulyt thar, Sum woundyt, and sum all ded: 360 The gress woux off the blud all rede. And thai, that held on hors, in hy Swappyt owt swerdis sturdyly; And swa fell strakys gave and tuk, That all the renk about thaim quouk. 365 The Bruysis folk full hardely Schawyt thair gret chevalry: And he him-selff, atour the lave, Sa hard and hevy dyntis gave, That quhar he come thai maid him way. 370 His folk thaim put in hard assay, To stynt thar fais mekill mycht, That then so fayr had off the fycht, That thai wan feild ay mar and mar: The Kingis small folk ner vencusyt ar. 375 And quhen the King his folk has sene Begyn to faile, for propyr tene Hys assenyhe gan he cry; And in the stour sa hardyly He ruschyt, that all the semble schuk; 380 He all till-hewyt that he our-tuk; And dang on thaim quhill he mycht drey. And till his folk he criyt hey; "On thaim! On thaim! Thai feble fast! "This bargane nevir may langar last!" 385 And with that word sa wilfully He dang on, and sa hardely, That quha had sene him in that fycht Suld hald him for a douchty knycht. Bot thocht he wes stout and hardy, 390 And othir als off his cumpany, Thar mycht na worschip thar availyhe; For thar small folk begouth to failyhe, And fled all skalyt her and thar. Bot the gude, at enchaufyt war 395 Off ire, abade and held the stour To conquyr thaim endles honour.

And quhen Schyr Amer has sene The small folk fle all bedene, And sa few abid to fycht, 400 He releyt to him mony a knycht; And in the stour sa hardyly, He ruschyt with hys chevalry, That he ruschyt his fayis ilkane. Schir Thomas Randell thar wes tane, 405 That then wes a yhoung bacheler; And Schyr Alexander Fraseyr, And Schyr David the Breklay, Inchmertyne, and Hew de le Hay, And Somerveil, and othir ma; 410 And the King him-selff alsua Wes set in-till full hard assay, Throw Schyr Philip the Mowbray, That raid till him full hardyly, And hynt hys rengyhe, and syne gan cry; 415 "Help! help! I have the new maid king!" With that come gyrdand, in a lyng, Crystall of Seytoun, quhen he swa Saw the King sesyt with his fa; And to Philip sic rout he raucht, 420 That thocht he wes off mekill maucht, He gert hym galay disyly; And haid till erd gane fullyly, Ne war he hynt him by his sted. Then off his hand the brydill yhed; 425 And the King his enssenyhe gan cry, Releyt his men that war him by, That war sa few that thai na mycht Endur the fors mar off the fycht. Thai prikyt then out off the pres; 430 And the King that angry wes, For he his men saw fle him fra, Said then; "Lordingis, sen it is swa "That ure rynnys agane us her, "Gud is we pass off thar daunger, 435 "Till God us send eftsonys grace: "And yheyt may fall, giff thai will chace, "Quyt thaim corn-but sum-dele we sall." To this word thai assentyt all, And fra thaim walopyt owyr mar. 440 Thar fayis alsua wery war, That off thaim all thar chassyt nane: Bot with prisoneris, that thai had tane, Rycht to the toune thai held thar way, Rycht glaid and joyfull off thar pray. 445 That nycht thai lay all in the toun; Ther wes nane off sa gret renoun, Na yheit sa hardy off thaim all, That durst herbery with-out the wall. Sa dred thai sar the gayne-cummyng 450 Off Schir Robert, the douchty King. And to the King off Ingland sone, Thai wrate haly as thai haid done; And he wes blyth off that tithing, And for dispyte bad draw and hing 455 All the prisoneris, thocht thai war ma. Bot Schyr Amery did nocht sua; To sum bath land and lyff gaiff he, To leve the Bruysis fewte, And serve the King off Ingland, 460 And off him for to hald the land, And werray the Brus as thar fa. Thomas Randell wes ane off tha, That for his lyff become thar man. Off othir, that war takyn than, 465 Sum thai ransownyt, sum thai slew, And sum thai hangyt, and sum thai drew.

Here the King and his Men Suffer Great Want.

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