Inglond to destroye fro Tuede vnto Kent.

þe Frankis withouten noye hauen mot þei hent
In Tuede at þer wille, wan þei wild com or go,
Northumberland to spille, be folk to robbe & slo.
Right sone afterward pe stiward of Scotland

Com to kyng Edward, & brouht vntille his hand,
Erles & barons, bisshopes plenerly,
Knyghtes, lordes of tounes, & alle com to his crie.
Kyng Jon & his sonne withouten lond or rent
Er now led to London, to bide per jugement.
Now is Scotland hole at our kynge's wille,
& Jon þe Baliol at London leues stille.
Right as Merlyn spak had Edward þe kyng
Scotlond, als Albanack had at þe gynning.

¶ þe Walsh & pe Irish, tille our men Inglysh, halp douhtily,
þat we pe Scottis had, & to prison lad, & com tille our crie.
Now es alle ent, & home ere þei went, pe Iris & Wals,
God gyue at þe parlement, pe Scottis be alle schent, &
hanged bi pe hals.

Edward now þenk, þei did þe a blenk, brent Hexham.
pe croice & pe rode, brent þer it stode, or þei þien nam.
Now has pou might, gÿf þi dome right, þer dede is wele sene,
Els wille þei eft, on þo þat er left, bigynne newe tene.
Men may merci haue, traytour not to saue, for luf ne for

awe,

Atteynt of traytorie, suld haf no mercie, wip no maner lawe. Jon þe Baliol, no witte was in þi pol, whan pou folie pouhtis,

To leue be right scole, pou did als a fole, & after wrong

wrouhtis.

For

Couwe

1

Exem

plum.

Hii sunt custodes Scocia.

For boule bred in 'his, whan he tynt þat he toke, alle his kyngdome,

For he has ouerhipped, his tippet is tipped, his tabard is

tome.

PRIUE pride in pes es nettille in herbere,

þe rose is myghtles, per nettille spredis ouer fer.
þe Baliol so ferd with þe duze pers,

His reame, as ze herd, he lost þorgh conseilers.
First he was a kyng, now is he 2 soudioure,
& is at oper spendyng bonden in þe toure.
Edward now he wille, pat Scotlond be wele gemed,
& streitly in skille porgh wise men demed,
þat non slo ne brenne, ne eft ageyn him rise.
Sir Jon of Warenne he is chef justise,

Sir Henry Percy kepes Galweye,

pise tuo had baly of his londes tueye.
To Berwik cam pe kynge eschekere,

3 Sir Hugh of of Cressyngham he was chancelere,
Walter of Admundesham he was Tresorere.
For justise with him nam, to mak þe lawe clere.

'Lege, ad fidem Codicum Gallicorum, his boke, whan. 2Soiorner, vel soiourner, in Codd. Gall. 3 Et Ilug de Cressyngham iloqes est Tresorer, Et luy Amundesham Walter est chaunceler. Lý Reis pur pees norir baunk i fist [vel ifet] cryer, Et ju

stices. v. la ley a gouerner. Vescountz & bayliffs sunt mys a lý mester. Des En glays qi seuent & volent dreit iuger La garde est establye, si bon e [vel et] si enteer, Qe Flemyng ne Fraunceys des ore auera poer, &c. MSS, Gall. 4 Sic.

Forto

Forto norise pes, his benk he did per crie.
Shireues, balifes he ches, pat office coupe gaye.
Of Inglis men trewe, pat lufed alle be right,
He mad wardeyns newe, & gaf þam alle his mýght,
þat Frankis no Flemming power suld non haue,
Bot forto selle þer þing, merchandise to saue.
þat to be pes pam toke, & com vnto his mercy,
He did pam suere on þe boke, to com vnto his crie.
Homage & feaute mad him with þer hand,
At his wille to be, bi se & bi land.

po þat þe werre bigan, & kid it so couth,

Were taken ilk a man, & sent in to þe South.
1 Oure men ere in Gascoyn, to werre on þer enmys.
be gode bisshop Antoyn þer he bare pe pris,
His dedes ere to alowe, for his hardynesse.

He did many on bowe in þat lond þorgh stresse,
His boldhede did pam wynne, & com vnto his crie,
Were it now to gynne, we wan it not lightly.

¶ pise duze pers com to be freres, pam for to schriue,
be jugement ageyn pam went, to schorte per liue.

Cambinhoy beres him coy, þat fende's whelp,

per with craft he has pam raft, it may not help.

be Trulle pe drenge on se, þei lenge þe fendes tueye, be hold þam fer, & dar no ner, þan Orkeneye. Andrew is wroth, he wax him loth, for þer pride. He is þam fro, now salle þei go, schame to betide.

'Kambyn hoye se teent tut coye, ne volt eyder. La sorcerye de Albanye ne put

valer. Andreu se dort, &c.
MSS. Gall,

1

pou

Couwe.

De Cam

binhoy.

þou scabbed Scotte, pi nek pi hotte, pe deuelle it breke,
It salle be hard to here Edward, ageýn þe speke.

He salle þe ken, our lond to bren, & werre bigŷnne,
pou getes no þing, but þi riuelyng, to hang per inne.
pe sete of pe Scone is driuen ouer Done, to London led,
A hard wele telle, þat bagelle & belle be filchid & fled.

Now tels Pers, on his maners, a grete selcouth,

He takis witnes, þat it soth es, of Merlyn mouth. De unione A wondere were, tuo watres þer er togidir gon, & tuo kyngdames, with tuo names, now er on.

Scociæ &

Angliæ,

secundum

dicta

& Bridbe ildes aboute alle salle loute vnto pat lond,

lingtone.

Of whilk Edward is justise hard, þat so þan bond.
He sais he has wonen, & porgh ronnen, many landes.
Alle salle þei loute tille him for doute, & dede of handes.
He sais Scotland is in his hand for now & ay,
At myn inwitte it is not git alle at our fay.

He sais, Merlyn, in his deuyn, of him has said,
þat þre regions, in his bandons, salle be laid,
Scotland & Wales, þise er his tales, pis lond al on
Was Brutus wayn, & cald Bretaŷn, first Albion.

I calle perto, it is no so, þei er o sundere.

þat he has spoken, it is now broken, with mykelle wondere.
A prophecie sais he salle die, & whan he is ouere,
After þat day Scotlond may haf gode recouere.

зе haf wele herd, þe Brus Roberd was Scottis kyng,
Wele tuenti gere in gode powere mayntend þat þing,
Als be it left zit wille þei eft rise fulle austere.

It is not alle brouht to stalle for no powere,

pat Pers said, me pink it is laid, pe pes so trewe,
Now ilk gere, bi tymes sere, þei gynne alle newe.
Jhesu so meke, I þe biseke, on croice þat was wonded,
Grante me pat bone, pe Scottes sone alle be confonded.

ATTE

Seynt Edmond toun þe Parlement was sette,
Bisshop & baroun, þe clergie alle per mette.
be baronage holy per þei gan alle samen,
be kyng alle pe clergie praied þam bi name,
If þei wild at þer myght help him bi þat weye,
Als bei bifore hight in Westmynster abbeye.

"Of help I haf grete nede, my werre is not alle ent
"To wite what ze me rede, I set pis parlement.
"pis lond forto saue, my were to mayntene,
'þe tuelft penie to hauc," þei granted alle bidene.
& of merchandie pe seuent penie to haue
Vnto his tresorie, pe barons vouched saue,
'Forto gyue ansuere Roberd of Winchelse
Studied how he mot, were alle his primaute.
He sent to be kýng tuo bisshops of renoun,

& schewed pat spiritualle þing þorgh pouert gede alle doun.
Afterward he gede himself to þe kỷng,

& said, "Sir, God forbede, to greue be onỳ þing.

Sir, I schewe be here, for alle holý kirke,

"þat no man has powere per of to deme no wirkę,
"Withoute pe pape of Rome, Gode's vicarie.
"He salle at his dome set it lowe & hie,

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Vol. II.

Caunterbire,
estudye, MSS. Gall.

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Archiepiscopus dixit ad Regem.