The Brus by John Barbour


[Douglas's division attacks]

	Quhen thir twa fyrst bataillis wer
	Assemblyt as I said you er,
	The Stewart Walter that than was
	And the gud lord als of Douglas
5	In a bataill, quhen that thai saw
	The erle foroutyn dred or aw
	Assembill with his cumpany
	On all that folk sa sturdely
	For till help him thai held thar way
10	And thar bataill in gud aray,
	And assemblyt sa hardely
	Besid the erle a litill by
	That thar fayis feld thar cummyn wele,
	For with wapynnys stalwart of stele
15	Thai dang apon with all thar mycht.
	Thar fayis resavyt weile Ik hycht
	With swerdis speris and with mase,
	The bataill thar sa feloune was
	And sua rycht gret spilling of blud
20	That on the erd the flousis stud.
	The Scottismen sa weill thaim bar
	And sua gret slauchter maid thai thar
	And fra sa fele the lyvis revyt
	That all the feld bludy wes levyt.
25	That tyme thar thre bataillis wer
	All syd be sid fechtand weill ner,
	Thar mycht men her mony dynt
	And wapynnys apon armuris stynt,
	And se tumble knychtis and stedis
30	And mony rich and reale wedis
	Defoullyt foully under fete,
	Sum held on loft sum tynt the suet.
	A lang quhill thus fechtand thai war
	That men na noyis mycht her thar,
35	Men hard nocht bot granys and dintis
	That slew fyr as men slayis on flyntis,
	Thai faucht ilk ane sa egerly
	That thai maid nother moyis na cry
	Bot dang on other at thar mycht
40	With wapnys that war burnyst brycht.
	The arowys als sua thyk thar flaw
	That thai mycht say wele that thaim saw
	That thai a hidwys schour gan ma,
	For quhar thai fell Ik undreta
45	Thai left efter thaim taknyng
	That sall ned as I trow leching.
[Sir Robert Keith's cavalry disperses the English archers]

	The Inglis archeris schot sa fast
	That mycht thar schot haff ony last
	It had bene hard to Scottismen
50	Bot King Robert that wele gan ken
	That thar archeris war peralous
	And thar schot rycht hard and grevous
	Ordanyt forouth the assemble
	Hys marschell with a gret menye,
55	Fyve hunder armyt into stele
	That on lycht hors war horsyt welle,
	For to pryk amang the archeris
	And sua assaile thaim with thar speris
	That thai na layser haiff to schut.
60	This marschell that Ik off mute
	That Schyr Robert of Keyth was cauld
	As Ik befor her has you tauld
	Quhen he saw the bataillis sua
	Assembill and togidder ga
65	And saw the archeris schoyt stoutly,
	With all thaim off his cumpany
	In hy apon thaim gan he rid
	And ourtuk thaim at a sid,
	And ruschyt amang thaim sa rudly
70	Stekand thaim sa dispitously
	And in sic fusoun berand doun
	And slayand thaim foroutyn ransoun
	That thai thaim scalyt everilkane,
	And fra that tyme furth thar wes nane
75	That assemblyt schot to ma.
	Quhen Scottis archeris saw that thai sua
	War rebutyt thai woux hardy
	And with all thar mycht schot egrely
	Amang the horsmen that thar raid
80	And woundis wid to thaim thai maid
	And slew of thaim a full gret dele.
	Thai bar thaim hardely and wele
	For, fra thar fayis archeris war
	Scalyt as I said till you ar
85	That ma na thai war be gret thing
	Sua that thai dred nocht thar schoting
	Thai woux sa hardy that thaim thocht
	Thai suld set all thar fayis at nocht.
[The king addresses his division and commits it to the battle]

	The merschell and his cumpany
90	Wes yeit, as till you er said I,
	Amang the archeris quhar thai maid
	With speris roume quhar that thai raid
	And slew all that thai mycht ourta,
	And thai wele lychtly mycht do sua
95	For thai had nocht a strak to stynt
	Na for to hald agayne a dynt,
	And agayne armyt men to fycht
	May nakyt men have litill mycht.
	Thai scalyt thaim on sic maner
100 	That sum to thar gret bataill wer
	Withdrawyn thaim in full gret hy
	And sum war fled all utrely,
	Bot the folk that behind thaim was,
	That for thar awne folk had na space
105	Yheyt to cum to the assembling
	In agayn smertly gan thai ding
	The archeris that thai met fleand
	That then war maid sa recreand
	That thar hartis war tyny clenly,
110	I trow thai sall nocht scaith gretly
	The Scottismen with schot that day.
	And the gud King Robert that ay
	Wes fillyt off full gret bounte
	Saw how that his bataillis thre
115	Sa hardely assemblyt thar
	And sa weill in the fycht thaim bar
	And sua fast on thair fayis gan ding
	That him thocht nane had abaysing
	And how the archeris war scalyt then,
120	He was all blyth and till his men
	He said, 'Lordingis, now luk that ye
	Worthy and off gud covyn be
	At thys assemble and hardy,
	And assembill sa sturdely
125	That na thing may befor you stand.
	Our men ar sa freschly fechtand
	That thai thar fayis has contrayit sua
	That be thai pressyt, Ik underta,
	A litill fastyr, ye sall se
130	That thai discumfyt sone sall be.'
	Quhen this wes said thai held thar way
	And on ane feld assemblyt thai
	Sa stoutly that at thar cummyng
	Thar fayis war ruschyt a gret thing.
[A further description of the fighting]

135	Thar mycht men se men felly fycht
	And men that worthi war and wycht
	Do mony worthi vasselage,
	Thai faucht as thai war in a rage,
	For quhen the Scottis ynkirly
140	Saw thar fayis sa sturdely
	Stand into bataill thaim agayn
	With all thar mycht and all thar mayn
	Thai layid on as men out of wit
	And quhar thai with full strak mycht hyt
145	Thar mycht na armur stynt thar strak.
	Thai to-fruschyt that thai mycht ourtak
	And with axis sic duschys gave
	That thai helmys and hedis clave,
	And thar fayis rycht hardely
150	Met thaim and dang on thaim douchtely
	With wapmys that war styth of stele.
	Thar wes the bataill strikyn wele.
	Sa gret dyn tthar wes of dyntis
	As wapnys apon armur styntis,
155	And off speris sa gret bresting
	And sic thrang and sic thrysting,
	Sic gyrnyng granyng and sa gret
	A noyis as thai gan other beit
	And ensenyeys on ilka sid
160	Gevand and takand woundis wid,
	That it wes hydwys for to her.
	All four thar bataillis with that wer
	Fechtand in a frount halyly.
	A! mycht God! how douchtely
165	Schyr Edward the Bruce and his men
	Amang thar fayis contenyt thaim then
	Fechtand in sa gud covyn
	Sa hardy worthy and sa fyne
	That thar vaward ruschyt was
170	And maugre tharis left the place,
	And till thar gret rout to warand
	Thai went that tane had apon hand
	Sa gret anoy that thai war effrayit
	For Scottis that thaim hard assayit
175	That than war in a schiltrum all.
	Quha hapnyt into that fycht to fall
	I trow agane he suld nocht rys.
	Thar mycht men se on mony wys
	Hardimentis eschevyt douchtely,
180	And mony that wycht war and hardy
	Sone liand undre fete all dede
	Quhar all the feld off blud wes red,
	Armys and quyntys that thai bar 
	With blud war sa defoulyt thar
185	That thai mycht nocht descroyit be.
	A! mychty God! quha than mycht se
	That Stewart Walter and his rout
	And the gud Douglas that wes sa stout
	Fechtand into that stalwart stour,
190	He suld say that till all honour
	Thai war worthi that in that fycht
	Sa fast pressyt thar fayis mycht
	That thaim ruschyt quhar thai yeid.
	Thar men mycht se mony a steid
195	Fleand on stray that lord had nane.
	A! Lord! quha then gud tent had tane
	Till the gud erle of Murreff
	And his that sua gret routis geff
	And faucht sa fast in that battaill
200	Tholand sic paynys and travaill
	That thai and tharis maid sic debat
	That quhar thai come thai maid thaim gat.
	Than mycht men her ensenyeis cry
	And Scottismen cry hardely,
205	'On thaim, on thaim, on thaim, thai faile.'
	With that sa hard thai gan assaile
	And slew all that thai mycht ourta,
	And the Scottis archeris alsua
	Schot amang thaim sa deliverly
210	Engrevand thaim sa gretumly
	That quhat for thaim that with thaim faucht
	That sua gret routis to thaim raucht
	And pressyt thaim full egrely
	And quhat for arowis that felly
215	Mony gret woundis gan thaim ma
	And slew fast off thar hors alsua,
	That thai wandyst a litill wei.
	Thai dred sa gretly then to dey
	That thar covyn wes wer and wer,
220	For thaim that fechtand with thaim wer
	Set hardyment and strenth and will
	And hart and corage als thar-till
	And all thar mayne and all thar mycht
	To put thaim fully to flycht.
[The men guarding supplies in the Park choose a leader
and move towareds the battle, dismaying the English]

225	In this tyme that I tell off her
	At that bataill on this maner
	Wes strykyn quhar on ather party
	Thai war fechtand enforcely,
	Yomen and swanys and pitaill
230	That in the Park to yeme vittaill
	War left, quhen thai wist but lesing
	That thar lordis with fell fechting
	On thar fayis assemblyt wer,
	Ane off thaimselvyn that war thar
235	Capitane off thaim all thai maid,
	And schetis that war sumdele brad
	Thai festnyt in steid of baneris
	Apon lang treys and speris,
	And said that thai wald se the fycht
240	And help thar lordis at thar mycht.
	Quhen her-till all assentyt wer
	In a rout thai assemblit er
	Fyften thousand thai war or ma,
	And than in gret hy gan thai ga
245	With thar baneris all in a rout
	As thai had men bene styth and stout.
	thai come with all that assemble
	Rycht quhill thai mycht the bataill se,
	Than all at anys thai gave a cry,
250	'Sla! sla! apon thaim hastily!'
	And thar-withall cumand war thai,
	Bot thai war wele fer yete away.
	And Inglismen that ruschyt war
	Throuch fors of fycht as I said ar
255	Quhen thai saw cummand with sic a cry
	Towart thaim sic a cumpany
	That thaim thocht wele als mony war
	As that wes fechtand with thaim thar
	And thai befor had nocht thaim sene,
260	Than wit ye weill withoutyn wene
	Thai war abaysit sa gretumly
	That the best and the mast hardy
	That war intill thar ost that day
	Wald with thar mensk haf bene away.
[The king presses the enemy harder and some flee]

265	The King Robert be thar relyng
	Saw thai war ner at discomfiting
	And his ensenye gan hely cry,
	Than with thaim off his cumpany
	His fayis he pressyt sa fast that thai
270	War intill sa gret effray
	That thai left place ay mar and mar,
	For the Scottismen that thar war
	Quhen thai saw thaim eschew the fycht
	Dang on thaim with all thar mycht
275	That thai scalyt thaim in troplys ser
	And till discomfitur war ner
	And sum off thaim fled all planly,
	Bot thai that wycht war and hardy
	That schame lettyt to ta the flycht
280	At gret myscheiff mantemyt the fycht
	And stythly in the stour gan stand.
[King Edward abandons the battle, but Sir Giles d'Argentan
fights on and is killed]

	And quhen the king of Ingland
	Saw his men fley in syndry place,
	And saw his fayis rout that was
285	Worthyn sa wycht and sa hardy
	That all his folk war halyly
	Sa stonayit that thai had na mycht
	To stynt thar fayis in the fycht,
	He was abaysyt sa gretumly
290	That he and his cumpany
	Fyve hunder armyt all at rycht
	Intill a frusch all tok the flycht
	And to the castell held thar way,
	And yeit haiff Ik hard som men say
295	That off Valence Schir Aymer
	Quhen he the feld saw vencusyt ner
	Be the reyngye led away the king
	Agayne his will fra the fechting.
	And quhen Schyr Gylis the Argente
300	Saw the king thus and his menye
	Schap thaim to fley sa spedyly,
	He come rycht to the king in hy 
	And said, 'Schyr, sen it is sua
	That ye thusgat your gat will ga
305	Havys gud day for agayne will I,
	Yeit fled I never sekyrly
	And I cheys her to bid and dey
	Than for to lyve schamly and fley.'
	His bridill but mar abad
310	He turnyt and agayne he rade
	And on Edward the Bruys rout
	That wes sa sturdy and sa stout
	As drede off nakyn thing had he
	He prikyt, cryand, 'the Argenté,'
315	And thai with speris sua him met
	And sua fele speris on him set
	That he and hors war chargyt sua
	That bathe till the erd gan ga
	And in that place thar slane wes he.
320	Off hys deid wes rycht gret pite,
	He wes the thrid best knycht perfay
	That men wyst lyvand in his day,
	He did mony a fayr journé.
	On Saryzynys thre derenyeys faucht he
325	And intill ilk derenye off tha
	He vencussyt Saryzynnys twa.
	His gret worschip tuk thar ending.
[The English army scatters; many are drowned in Bannockburn
or are killed by Scots]

	And fra Schyr Aymer with the king
	Was fled wes nane that durst abid
330	Bot fled scalyt on ilka sid,
	And thar fayis thaim pressyt fast.
	Thai war to say suth sua agast
	And fled sa fast rycht effrayitly
	That off thaim a full gret party
335	Fled to the water of Forth and thar
	The mast part off thaim drownyt war,
	And Bannokburne betwix the brays
	Off men and hors sua stekyt wais
	That apon drownyt hors and men
340	Men mycht pas dry out-our it then.
	And laddis swanys and rangaill
	Quhen thai saw vencussyt the bataill
	Ran amang thaim and sua gan sla
	As folk that na defens mycht ma
345	That war pitte for to se.
	Ik herd never quhar in na contre
	Folk at sa gret myscheiff war stad,
	On ane sid thai thar fayis bad
	That slew thaim doun foroutyn mercy,
350	And thai had on the tother party
	Bannokburne that sua cumbyrsum was
	For slyk and depnes for to pas
	That thar mycht nane out-our it rid,
	Thaim worthit maugre tharis abid
355	Sua that sum slayne sum drownyt war,
	Mycht nane eschap that ever come thar
	The-quhether mony gat away
	That ellisquhair fled as I sall say.
[Edward II goes by Stirling Castle, round the Park to Linlithgow;
Douglas pursues with too small a force]

	The king with thaim he with him had
360	In a rout till the castell rad
	And wald haiff bene tharin, for thai
	Wyst nocht quhat gat to get away,
	Bot Philip the Mowbra said him till,
	'The castell, Schyr, is at your will,
365	But cum ye in it ye sall se
	That ye sall sone assegyt be
	And thar sall nane of Ingland
	To mak you rescours tak on hand
	And but rescours may na castell
370	Be haldyn lang, ye wate this wele.
	Tharfor confort you and rely
	Your men about you rycht starkly
	And haldis about the Park your way
	Knyt als sadly as ye may,
375	For I trow that nane sall haff mycht
	That chassys with sa fele to fycht.'
	And his consaill thai haiff doyne
	And beneuth the castell went thai sone
	Rycht be the Rond Table away,
380	And syne the Park enveround thai
	And towart Lythkow held in hy.
	Bot I trow thai sall hastily
	Be conveyit with sic folk that thai
	I trow mycht suffre wele away,
385	For Schyr James lord of Douglas
	Come to the king and askyt the chace
	And he gaff him it but abaid,
	Bot all to few of hors he haid,
	He haid nocht in his rout sexty
390	The-quhether he sped him hastely
	The way eftyr the king to ta.
	Now lat him on his wayis ga
	And eftre this we sall weill tell
	Quhat him intill the chace befell.
[Capture of Hereford at Bothwell; escape of Sir Maurice Berkeley;
flight of many to Stirling Castle; King Robert fears an English recovery]

395	Quhen the gret battaill on this wis
	Was discumfyt as Ik devys
	Quhar thretty thousand wele war ded
	Or drownyt in that ilk sted,
	And sum war intill handis tane
400	And other sum thar gate war gane.
	The erle of Herfurd fra the melle
	Departyt with a gret mengne
	And straucht to Bothwell tok the wai
	That than in the Inglismennys fay
405	Was, and haldyn as place of wer,
	Schyr Walter Gilbertson wes ther
	Capitane and it had in ward.
	The erle of Herfurd thidderward
	Held and wes tane in our the wall
410	And fyfty of his men withall,
	And set in housis sindryly
	Sua that thai had thar na mastry.
	The lave went towart Ingland  
	Bot off that rout I tak on hand
415	The thre partis war slane or tane,
	The lave with gret payn hame ar gan.
	Schyr Maurice alsua the Berclay
	Fra the gret bataill held hys way
	With a gret rout off Walis-men,
420	Quharever thai yeid men mycht thaim ken
	For thai wele ner all nakyt war
	Or lynnyn clathys had but mar.
	Thai held thar way in full gret hy
	Bot mony off thar cumpany
425	Or thai till Ingland come war tane
	And mony als off thaim war slayne.
	Thair fled als other wayis ser,
	Bot to the castell that wes ner
	Off Strevilline fled sic a mengye
430	That it war wonder for to se,
	For the craggis all helyt war
	About the castell her and thar 
	Off thaim that for strenth of that sted
	Thidderwart to warand fled,
435	And for thai war sa fele that thar
	Fled under the castell war
	The King Robert that wes wytty
	Held his gud men ner him by
	For dred that ris agayne suld thai.
[Looting of the enemy; the dead knights; the treachery of the earl of Atholl]

440	This was the caus forsuth to say
	Quharthrouch the king of Ingland
	Eschapyt hame intill his land
	Quhen that the feld sa clene wes maid
	Off Inglismen that nane abaid
445	The Scottismen sone tuk in hand
	Off tharis all that ever thai fand,
	As silver gold clathis and armyng	447*
	With veschall and all other thing	448*
	That ever thai mycht lay on thare hand.	449*
450	So gret a riches thair thai fand	450*
	That mony man mychty wes maid	447
	Off the riches that thai thar haid.
	Quhen this wes doyne that her say I
	The king send a gret cumpany
455	Up to the crag thaim till assaile	451
	That war fled fra the gret battaill,
	And thai thaim yauld foroutyn debate,
	And in hand has tane thaim fute-hate
	Syne to the king thai went thar way.
460	Thai dispendyt haly that day	456
	In spulyeing and riches takyng
	Fra end was maid off the fechting
	And quhen thai nakyt spulyeit war
	That war slane in the bataill thar
465	It wes forsuth a gret ferly	461
	To se samyn sa fele dede ly.
	Twa hundyr payr off spuris reid
	War tane of knychtis that war deid,
	The erle of Glosyster ded wes thar
470	That men callyt Schyr Gilbert of Clar,	464
	And Gylis de Argente alsua
	And Payn Typtot and other ma
	That thar namys nocht tell can I.
	And apon Scottismennys party
475	Thar wes slane worthi knychtis twa,	471
	Wilyame the Vepoynt wes ane of tha
	And Schyr Walter of Ross ane other
	That Schyr Edward the kingis brother
	Luffyt and had in sic daynte
480	That as himselff him luffyt he.	476
	And quhen he wyst that he wes ded
	He wes sa wa and will of reide
	That he said makand ivill cher
	That him war lever that journay wer
485	Undone than he sua ded had bene.	481
	Outakyn him men has nocht sene
	Quhar he for ony man maid menyng,
	And the caus wes of his luffing
	That he his sister paramouris
490	Luffyt, and held all at rebouris	486
	His awyne wyff dame Ysabell.
	And tharfor sa gret distance fell
	Betwix him and the erle Davi
	Off Athole, brother to this lady
495	That he apon Saynct Jhonys nycht,	491
	Quhen bath the kingis war boun to fycht,
	In Cammyskynnell the kingis vittaill
	He tuk and sadly gert assaile
	Schyr Wilyam off Herth and him slew
500	And with him men ma then ynew.	496
	Tharfor syne intil Ingland
	He wes bannyst and all his land
	Wes sesyt as forfaut to the king
	That did tharoff syne his liking.
[The burial of Gloucester; the surrender of Sir Marmaduke Tweng
and of Stirling Castle]

505	Quhen the feld as I tauld you ar	501
	Was dispulyeit and left all bar
	The king and all his cumpany
	Blyth and joyfull glaid and mery
	Off the grace that thaim fallin was
510	Towart thar innys thar wayis tays	506
	To rest thaim, for thai wery war.
	Bot for the erle Gilbert of Clar
	That slane wes in the bataill-place
	The king sumdele anoyit was
515	For till him wele ner sib wes he,	511
	Than till a kirk he gert him be
	Brocht and walkyt all that nycht.
	But on the morn quhen day wes lycht
	The king rais as his willis was.
520	Than ane Inglis knycht throu cas	516
	Hapnyt that he yeid waverand
	Swa that na man laid on him hand,
	In a busk he hyd hys armyng
	And waytyt quhill he saw the king
525	In the morne cum furth arly	521
	Till him than is he went in hy,
	Schyr Marmeduk the Tweingue he hycht.
	He raykyt till the king all rycht
	And halyst him apon his kne.
530	'Welcum, Schyr Marmeduk,' said he,	526
	To quhat man art thou presoner?'
	'To nane,' he said, 'bot to you her
	I yeld me at your will to be.'
	'And I ressave the, schyr,' said he.
535	Than gert he tret him curtasly,	531
	He dwelt lang in his cumpany,
	And syne till Ingland him send he
	Arayit weile but ransoun fre
	And geff him gret gyftis tharto.
540	A worthi man that sua wald do	536
	Mycht mak him gretly for to prise.
	Quhen Marmeduk apon this wis
	Was yoldyn, as Ik to you say,
	Than come Schyr Philip the Mowbra
545	And to the king yauld the castell,	541
	His cunnand has he haldyn well,
	And with him tretyt sua the king
	That he belevyt of his dwelling
	And held him lely his fay
550	Quhill the last end off his lyf-day.	546
[Douglas is joined by Sir Laurence Abernethy;
they follow King Edward to Winchburgh]

	Now will we of the lord of Douglas
	Tell how that he folowit the chas.
	He had to quhone in his cumpany
	Bot he sped him in full gret hy,
555	And as he throuch the Torwod fur	551
	Sa met he ridand on the mur
	Schyr Laurence off Abyrnethy
	That with four scor in cumpany
	Come for till help the Inglismen
560	For he was Inglisman yet then,	556
	Bot quhen he hard how that it wes
	He left the Inglis-mennys pes
	And to the lord Douglas rycht thar
	For to be lele and trew he swar.
565	And than thai bath folowit the chas,	561
	And or the king off Ingland was
	Passyt Lythkow thai come sa ner
	With all the folk that with thaim wer
	That weill amang thaim schout thai mycht,
570	Bot thai thocht thaim to few to fycht	566
	With the gret rout that thai had thar
	For fyve hunder armyt thai war.
	Togidder sarraly raid thai
	And held thaim apon bridill ay,
575	Thai wat governyt wittily	571
	For it semyt ay thai war redy
	For to defend thaim at thar mycht
	Giff thai assailyt war in fycht.
	And the lord Douglas and his men,
580	How that he wald nocht schaip him then	576
	For to fecht with thaim all planly,
	He convoyit thaim sa narowly
	That of the henmaist ay tuk he,
	Mycht nane behin his falowis be
585	A pennystane cast na he in hy	581
	Was dede, or tane deliverly
	That nane rescours wald till him ma
	All-thocht he luvyt him never sua.
	On this maner convoyit he
590	Quhill that the king and his menye	586
	To Wenchburg all cummyn ar.
[Both sides rest at Winchburgh; they ride on till King Edward
takes a boat at Dunbar]

	Than lychtyt all that thai war
	To bayt thar hors that wer wery,
	And Douglas and his cumpany
595	Baytyt alsua besid thaim ner.	591
	Thai war sa fele withoutyn wer
	And in armys sa clenly dycht
	And sua arayit for to fycht,
	And he sa quhoyne and but supleyng
600	That he wald nocht in plane fechting	596
	Assaile thaim, bot ay raid thaim by
	Waytand hys poynt ay ythandly.
	A litill quhill thai baytyt thar
	And syne lap on and furth thai far
605	And he was alwayis by thaim ner,	601
	He leyt thaim nocht haff sic layser
	As anys water for to ma,
	And giff ony stad war sa
	That he behind left ony space
610	Sesyt alsone in hand he was.	606
	Thai convoyit thaim on sic a wis
	Quhill that the king and his rout is
	Cummyn to the castell of Dunbar
	Quhar he and sum of his menye war
615	Resavyt rycht weill, for yete than	611
	The Erle Patrik was Inglisman,
	That gert with mete and drynk alsua
	Refresche thaim weill, and syne gert ta
	A bate and send the king by se
620	To Baumburgh in his awne contre.	616
	Thar hors thar left thai all on stray
	Bot sesyt I trow weill sone war thai.
	The lave that levyt thar-without
	Addressyt thaim intill a rout
625	And till Berwik held straucht thar way	621
	In route, bot, and we suth say,
	Stad thai war full narowly
	Or thai come thar, bot nocht-forthi
	Thai come to Berwik weill and thar
630	Into the toune ressavyt war,	626
	Ellys at gret myscheff had thai bene.
	And quhen the lord off Douglas has sene
	That he had losyt all hys payne
	Towart the king he went agane.
[Reflections on the kings' failure and success;
destruction of Stirling Castle]

635	The king eschapyt on this wis.	631
	Lo! quhat fading in fortoun is
	That will apon a man quhill smyle
	And prik on him syne a nothyr quhill,
	In na tym stable can scho stand.
640	This mychty king off Ingland	636
	Scho had set on hyr quheill on hycht
	Quham with sa ferlyfull a mycht
	Off men off armys and archeris
	And off futemen and hobeleris
645	He come ridand out off his land	641
	As I befor has borne on hand,
	And in a nycht syne and a day
	Scho set him in sa hard assay
	That he with few men in a bate
650	Wes fayne for till hald hame his gate.	646
	Bot off this ilk quhelys turnyng
	King Robert suld mak na murnyng
	For on his syd the quheyle on hycht
	Rais quhen the tother doun gan lycht,
655	For twa contraris yhe may wit wele	651*
	Set agane othir on a quhele	652*
	Quhen ane is hye the tothir is law,	653*
	And gif it fall that fortoune thraw	654*
	The quheill about, it that on hicht	655*
660	Was ere it most doune lycht,	656*
	And it that undre lawch was ar	651
	Mon lepe on loft in the contrar.
	Sa fure it off thir kingis twa,
	Quhen the King Robert stad was sua
665	That in gret myscheiff wes he	655
	The tother was in his majeste,
	And quhen the King Edwardis mycht
	Wes lawyt King Robert wes on hycht,
	And now sic fortoun fell him till
670	That he wes hey and at his will.	660
	At Strevillyne wes he yeyt liand,
	And the gret lordis that he fand
	Dede in the feld he gert bery
	In haly place honorabilly,
675	And the lave syne that dede war thar	665
	Into gret pyttis erdyt war thar
	The castell and the towris syne
	Rycht till the ground gert he myn,
	And syne to Bothwell send he
680	Schyr Edward with a gret menye	670
	For thar wes thine send him word
	That the rich erle off Herford
	And other mychty als wer ther.
[Surrender of Bothwell Castle; exchange of prisoners; Robert Stewart
and the date of compiling this book]

	Sua tretyt he with Schyr Walter
685	That erle and castell and the lave	675
	In Schyr Edwardis hand he gave,
	And till the king the erle send he
	That gert him rycht weill yemyt be
	Quhill at the last thai tretyt sua
690	That he till Ingland hame suld ga	680
	Foroutyn paying of raunsoune fre,
	And that for him suld changyt be
	Bischap Robert that blynd was mad
	And the queyne that thai takyn had
695	In presoune as befor said I	685
	And hyr douchter Dame Marjory.
	The erle was changyt for thir thre,
	And quhen thai cummyn war hame all fre
	The king his douchter that was far
700	And wes als aperand ayr	690
	With Walter Stewart gan he wed
	And thai wele sone gat of thar bed
	A knav child throu our Lordis grace,
	That eftre his gud eldfader was
705 	Callyt Robert and syne wes king,	695
	And had the land in governyng
	Eftyr his worthy eyme Davy
	That regnyt twa yer and fourty.
	And in the tyme of the compiling
710	Off this buk this Robert wes king,	700
	And off hys kynrik passit was
	Fyve yer, and wes the yer of grace
	A thousand thre hunder sevynty
	And fyve, and off his eld sexty,
715	And that wes efter that the gud king	705
	Robert wes broucht till his ending
	Sex and fourty winter but mar.
	God grant that thai that cummyn ar
	Off his ofspring manteyme the land
720	And hald the folk weill to warand	710
	And manteyme rycht and leawté
	Als wele as in his tyme did he.
[The king's territorial settlement; an attack on

	King Robert now wes wele at hycht 
	For ilk day than grew his mycht,
725	His men woux rich and his contre	715
	Haboundyt weill of corne and fe
	And off alkyn other ryches,
	Myrth and solace and blythnes
	War in the land commonaly
730	For ilk man blyth war and joly.	720
	The king eftre the gret journé
	Throu rede off his consaill preve
	In ser townys gert cry on hycht
	That quha-sa clemyt till haf rycht
735	To hald in Scotland land or fe,	725
	That in thai twelf moneth suld he
	Cum and clam yt and tharfor do
	To the king that pertenyt tharto,
	And giff thai come nocht in that yer
740	Than suld thai wit withoutyn wer 	730
	That hard thareftre nane suld be.
	The king that wes of gret bounte
	And besines, quhen this wes done
	Ane ost gert summound eftre sone
745	And went thaim intill Ingland	735
	And our-raid all Northummyrland,
	And brynt housis and tuk tharpray
	And syne went hame agane thar way.
	I lat it schortly pas forby
750	For thar wes done na chevalry	740
	Provyt that is to spek of her.
	The king went oft on this maner
	In Ingland for to rich his men
	That in riches haboundyt then.

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