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Ane man of gude into tha samin dais,
Hecht James of Douglas, as my author sais,
Thocht he that tyme had no auctoritie,
iit neuirtheles his curage wes richt hie; 49,35o
To bischop Williame Lambertoun tha dais,
Of Sanct Androis, as that my author sais,
This ilk squiar that callit wes Douglas,
Most secreit seruand in the tyme he wag.
Quhen that he hard so greit loving and ruse, 49,355
And commendatione ilk da of the Bruce,
Rycht greit desyr and ^arning than had he,
Baith da and nicht in his seruice to be.
Syne to his lord the samin thing he schew,
Quhilk said agane, his purpois quhen he knew, 49,S70
That he durst nocht gif him no leif thairtill,
And bad him do at his plesour and will,
And he suld be thairof hartlie content;
And larglie bayth gaif to him and lent
Siluer and go[l]d in his seruice to spend; 49,375
Syne all his tresur to king Robert send
With him that tyme, to help him in his weir,
And bad him self [than] other hors and geir,
Or oucht he had, tak at his awin hand,
Thocht he thairtill durst nocht gif him com- 49,3S0
All this wes done, as I haif said tow so.
To help in neid that suir war and trew,
Of all that thing rieht litill wes content, 49,395
And schupe to stop and mak impediment,
Trowand richt weill it wes his lordis will,
That he sould mak impediment thairtill;
Thairfoir the Douglas out ane lang knyfe drew,
And suddantlie the pamfra man he slew. 49,400
All that he did into that ilk effect,
Or dreid his lord sould haldin be suspect,
And get the wyit of all that he had done.
He and his men richt suddantlie and sone
Lap on thair hors withoutin ony baid, 49,405
The narrest way syne to king Robert raid.
This ilk Douglas remanit ay syne still
With king Robert baith into gude and ill, Col. 2.
In his seniiee, as ^e ma efter reid
Baith of his wisdome and his nobill deid; 49,410
Quhairfoir his honour and his nobill fame,
His worthines, his wisdome and his name,
His duchtie deidis greitlie till advance,
Remanis still ^it in rememberance.
Of this Douglas discendit is sensyne, 49/t15
Richt lineallie be rectitude and lyne,
Full mony lord and mony nobill knicht,
And mony berne that wes baith bald and wycht.
This king Robert, as ^e haif hard me sa,
Grew to sic power euirilk da be da, 49,420
And of his purpois also did prevaill,
Wes none so bald that durst him mair assaill
In plane battell, Scottis or Inglismau,
Tie victorie sa oft of thame he wan.
Sunpois my author tell nocht sic thing heir, 49,425
And I I°y se^ sicuke hes nocht perqueir,
The mony battell, thocht tha war hot small,
Richt manfullie contrar his fais all
He wan that tyme, quha lykis for [to] luke
Ma find at lenth into the Brucis buke. 49,430
This ilk Edward, of Ingland that wes king,
Quhen that he knew and hard tell of sic thing,
How that king Robert in his weiris sped,
Abaissit wes richt greitlie than and dred,
Heirand his folk sa oft maid for to faill, 49,43s
Or dreid the Bruce agane him suld prevaill.
For that same caus with greit power and mycht,
Sone efter that come to debait his richt
With ane greit armie to the bordour syde.
So hapnit him into the samin tyde, 49,410
Quhen he had passit with his armie throuch
Northumberland, wnto the toun hecht Brouch
Vpoun the bordour into Cumberland,
Four myll fra Carlill vpoun Sulwa sand,
Richt haistelie so tuke infirmitie, 49,445
That in that tyme na forder pas micht he,
Bot tuke his rest still in his bed and la.
Syne efterwart, as my author did sa,
It vexit him with sic crudelitie,
That euerie man wist weill that he wald die; 49,450
And for that caus the kirkmen to him spak,
Beseikand him his confessione to mak,
And mak him reddie also to ressaue
Sic sacrament as Crissin men sould haue.
For no requeist other of gude or ill 49,455
That micht be maid, wald he consent thairtill,
No tit na signe of contritioun wald schaw,
Bot crabitlie his visage on thame thraw,
And flit agane with greit anger and ire,
So that his toung thairof wald neuir tyre 49,480
To ban and sueir, that horribill wes to heir,
Quhill he had power of his toung to steir.
In this same tyme ^e heir me now alledge,
The Inglis lordis quhen tha wnderstude,
Askand at him with thame quhat tlui suld
And he agane sic ansuer maid thairto,
Thir ^oung childer that faillit neuir befoir,
And vennemous, full of iniquitie,
Sa mony vices in his persoun rang.
In all his tyme, as it wes rycht weill kend,
2it neuirtheles as at that tyme said he,
Be as it will ane lesing or suith saw,
As he schew me so sail I to ^ow schaw.
This king Edward in sic infirmitie,
As that he la into extremitie, 49,500
"Richt as the saull did fra the bodie draw,
Ane Inglis knycht intill his visioun saw
Greit Lucifer, the maister feind of hell,
With mony feindis furius and fell,
Sum at the heid and sum [als] at the feit 49,505
Of king Edward thair ryving out the spreit,
Syne flew with it with mony reuthfull rair;
Judge ^e ^our self, for I can nocht tell quhair.
That knicht for fleitnes of that visioun,
Richt lang he la into ane deidlie swoon, 49,510
So paill of hew and wan as ony weid,
That ilk man trowit that he had bene deid.
Syne efterwart quhen he did convales
Of his swowning, he tald thame how it wes,
In his visioun how he hed hard and sene; 49,515
Syne efterwart, as my author did mene,
All warldlie honour and riches forsuik,
And syne on him religious habite tuik.
Quhen this Edward, that furius wes and fell,
Departit wes as ^e haif hard me tell, 49,520
His sone Edward efter that he wes deid,
Of Carnavirn succedit in his steid;
Ane vicius man withoutin dreid of God,
That fit be fit into his fatheris rod,
Evin quhair he left siclike thair he began. 49,525
To keip the conqueis that his father wan,
Into Drumfreis efter his fatheris deid,
He causit hes to compeir in that steid
The Scottis lordis that duelt in the south,
That keipit kyndnes to him and war couth, 49,530
As tha wer wont to his father beforne:
Syne causit thame befoir him to be sworne