Rycht ymyddys the kyrk aasaill
The Ingliss men with hard bataill
Swa that nane mycht eschap tham fra;
For thar throwch trowyt thai to ta

The castell, that besid wes ner.
And qu'hen this, that I tell you her,
Wes diuisyt, and undertane, :
Ilkane till his howss hame is gane;
And held this spek in priueté,

Till the day off thar assembly.

The folk upon the Sonounday
Held to Saynct Bridis kyrk thair way;
And tha that in the castell war
Ischyt owt, bath less and mar.
And went thair palmys for to ber;
Owtane a cuk and a porter.

James off Dowglas off thair cummyng,
And quhat thai war, had witting;
And sped him till the kyrk in hy.
Bot or he come, too hastily

Ane off his cryit, "Dowglas! Dowglas!"""
Thomas Dikson, that nerrest was
Till thaim that war off the castell,
That war all innouth the chancell,

Quhen he "Dowglass!" swa hey herd cry,
Drew owt his swerd; and fellely
Ruschyt amang thaim to and fra.
Bot ane or twa, for owtyn ma,
Than in hy war left lyand,

Quhill Dowglass come rycht at hand,
And then enforcyt on thaim the cry.
Bot thai the chansell sturdely
Held and thaim defendyt wele,

Till off thair men war slayne sumdell.
Bot the Dowglace sa weill him bar, i
That all the men, that with him war,
Had comfort off his wele doyng;

And he him sparyt nakyn thing,

Bot provyt swa his force in fycht,

That throw his worschip, and his mycht,

His men sa keynly helpyt than,

That thai the chansell on thaim wan.

Than dang thai on swa hardyly,

That in schort tyme men mycht se ly

The twa part dede, or then deand.

The lave war sesyt sone in hand

Swa that off thretty levyt nane,

That thai ne war slayne ilkan, or tanė.

James off Dowglas, quhen this wes done, The presoneris has he tane alsone;

And, with thaim off his cumpany,
Towart the castell went in hy,
Or noyiss, or cry, suld ryss.

And for he wald thaim sone surpriss,

That levyt in the castell war,

That war but twa for owtyn mer,
Fyve men or sex befor send he,
That fand all opyn the entré;
And entryt, and the porter tuk
Rycht at the gate, and syne the cuk.
With that Dowglas come to the gat,
And entryt in for owtyn debate;
And fand the mete all redy grathit,
With burdys set, and clathis layit.
The gaitis then he gert sper,
And sat, and eyt all at layser.

Syne all the gudis turssyt thai

That thaim thocht thai mycht haiff away; And namly wapnys, and armyng,

Siluer, and tresour, and clethyng.

Vyctallis, that mycht nocht tursyt be,

On this maner destroyit he.

All the victalis, owtane salt,

Als quheyt, and flour, and meill, and malt In the wyne sellar gert he bring;

And samyn on the flur all flyng.

And the presoneris that he had tane
Rycht thar in gert he heid ilkane;
Syne off the townnys he hedis outstrak :
A foule mellé thar gane he mak.

For meile, and malt, and blud, and wyne,
Ran all to gidder in a mellyne,

That was unsemly for to se.
Tharfor the men off that countré

For swa fele thar mellyt wer,
Callit it the "Dowglas Lardner."
Syne tuk he salt, as Ic hard tell,
And ded horss, and sordid the well;
And brynt all, owtakyn stane;

And is forth, with his menye, gayne

Till his resett; for him thoucht weill,
Giff he had haldyn the castell,

It had bene assegyt raith;

And that him thoucht to mekill waith.

For he ne had hop off reskewyng.

And it is to peralous thing

In castell assegyt to be,

Quhar want is off thir thingis thre;

Victaill, or men with thair armyng,
Or than gud hop off rescuyng.

And for he dred thir thingis suld faile,
He chesyt furthwart to trawaill,

Quhar he mycht at his larges be;
And swa dryve furth his destané

On this wise wes the castell tan,
And slayne that war tharin ilkan.
The Dowglas syne all his menye
Gert in ser placis depertyt be;
For men suld wyt quhar thai war,
That yeid depertyt her and thar.
Thaim that war woundyt gert he ly
In till hiddillis, all priuely;

And gert gud leechis till thaim bring
Quhill that thai war in till heling.
And him selff, with a few menye,
Quhile ane, quhile twa, and quhile thre,
And umquhill all him allane,

In hiddillis throw the land is gane.
Sa dred he Inglis men his mycht,
That he durst nocht wele cum in sycht.
For thai war that tyme all weldand
As maist lordis, our all the land.

Bot tythandis, that scalis sone,
Off this deid that Dowglas has done,
Come to the Cliffurd his ere, in hy,
That for his tynsaill wes sary;

And menyt his men that thai had'ssayne,

And syne has to purpos tane,

To big the castell up agayne.

Thar for, as man of mekill mayne,

He assemblit gret cumpany,

And till Dowglas he went in hy.

And biggyt wp the castell swyth;

And maid it rycht stalwart and styth

And put tharin victallis and men.
Ane off the Thyrwallys then

He left behind him Capitane,

And syne till Ingland went agayne.

Book IV. v. 255-460

BoT yeit than James of Dowglas
In Dowglas Daile travailland was;
Or ellys weill ner hand tharby,
In hyddillys sumdeill prively.
For he wald se his gouernyng,
That had the castell in keping:
And gert mak mony juperty,

To se quhethyr he wald ische blythly.

And quhen he persavyt that he

Wald blythly ische with his menye,

He maid a gadring priuely

Off thaim that war on his party;

That war sa fele, that thai durst fycht
With Thyrwall, and all the mycht
Off thaim that in the castell war.

He schupe him in the nycht to far
To Sandylandis: and thar ner by
He him enbuschyt priuely,

And send a few a trane to ma;
That sone in the mornyng gan ga,
And tuk catell, that wes the castell by,
And syne withdrew thaim hastely
Towart thaim that enbuschit war.
Than Thyrwall, for owtyn mar,
Gert arme his men, forowtyn baid;
And ischyt with all the men he haid:
And followyt fast eftir the cry.

He wes armyt at poynt clenly,
Owtane (that) his hede wes bar.

Than, with the men that with him war,
The catell folowit he gud speid,

Rycht as a man that had na dreid,
Till that he gat off thaim a sycht.
Than prekyt thai with all thar mycht,
Folowand thaim owt off aray;

And thai sped thaim fleand, quhill thai
Fer by thair buschement war past :

And Thyrwall ay chassyt fast.
And than thai that enbuschyt war

Ischyt till him, bath les and mar,
And rayssyt sudanly the cry.
And thai that saw sa sudanly

That folk come egyrly prikand

Rycht betuix thaim and thair warand,
Thai war in to full gret effray.

And, for thai war owt off aray,
Sum off thaim fled, and sum abad.
And Dowglas, that thar with him had
A gret mengye, full egrely

Assaylyt, and scalyt thaim hastyly:
And in schort tyme ourraid thaim swa,
That weile nane eschapyt thaim fra.
Thyrwall, that wes thair capitane,
Wes thar in the bargane slane:
And off his men the mast party.
The lave fled full effraytly.

Book V. v. 10—60.

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GLOSSARY

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NOVELS AND ROMANCES.