Thir nobill men of quhome to 3ow I spak, With king Henrie his ransoun thair did mak; On this same wyiss accordit than war tha: Ane hundretht thousand pundis for to pa Of stirling money, quhairof in his hand Sum pairt suld haif, and for the laue ane pand Quhill all the laif in handis war laid doun; Northumberland and also Huntlyngtoun, And Cumbria, withoutin pley or pleid; And als to sueir, for fauour or for feid,. Neuir to reuoik the bandis that war maid, Na for na landis Ingland to invaid,
For ony feid that efterwart micht be.
Of all that thing for mair securitie,
Or dreid tha suld sum falt efter alledge,
Four strang castellis tha suld gif into pledge,
Beruik, Roxburch, neirby the bordour stude,
Stirling, Edinburch; syne, schortlie to conclude, 43,455 Deliuerit wes king Williame by his name, With his lordis in Scotland syne come hame. That samin tyme, as my author did sa,
Ane callit Fergus, lord of Gallowa,
Ane sone he had callit Gilbert to name;
In that same tyme that king Williame come hame, I can nocht tell 3ow richt weill gif I lie, Quhat wes the quhy thairfoir speir nocht at me, He wes so hardie for to tak on hand,
He held him self for king than of Scotland; And euerie man than, baith be land and se, Assistit nocht to his auctoritie,
He leit thame leve bot into litill eis,
With all thair power that wald nocht him pleis. All brokin men that hereit, reft and staw, And murdereris that mycht nocht byde the law, And sueir swyngeouris that haue [na] will to wirk, Oppressouris als of God and halie kirk,
That durst nocht cum befoir ane equall judge, To him tha drew for succour and refuge: Vnnumerabill that mycht nocht weill be tald, Quhilk better war to hang no for to hald. His one bruther that wes wyiss and bening, Becaus he him repreuit of sic thing, This fals tirrane, throw cruell yre and tene, Dispytfullie gart put out bayth his ene; And baith his handis gart stryke him fro, Syne gaif him leve quhaireuir he list to go. Ilk da be da he wrocht sa mekle wrang That he mycht nocht be sufferit weill so lang. Gude Gillecrist, of quhome 3e hard befoir In mony feild wan greit honour and gloir, With greit power wes maid that tyme to pas Agane Gilbert in Galloway that wes,
Quhair baith thair power sone togidder met; With brandis brycht ilkone at vther bet, Quhill mony freik wes fellit thair on force, And mony kene man keillit throw the cors. This Gilbertis men richt werie all forbled, Tha tuke the flicht out of the feild and fled Vp and doun to mony sindrie place;
Gude Gillerist fast efter maid ane chace,
And in the fleing thair wes far ma slane
No in the feild quhair tha faucht on the plane.
OFF ANE CARDINALE THAT COME ΤΟ REFORME THE KIRKIS OF INGLAND AND SCOTLAND OUT
The secund 3eir efter as I presume,
Ane cardinall that tyme wes send fra Rome, Into ilk land with haill power in plane
The kirk of Christ for to reforme agane; And Scotland als fra faltis les and moir, Gif ony war committit of befoir.
In Ingland syne quhen endit wes and done His legacie, he summonid efter sune
Lib.13, f.202. Of all Scotland the prelattis les and moir, In proper persoun to cum him befoir.
At Northamptoun quhair that the place wes set, In that counsall togidder all tha met, Ilk da be da with greit wisdome tha wrocht, Quhill all thair mater till ane end wes brocht. Quhen all wes done, as I haif said but lane, This cardinall proponit into plane The bischopis all of Scotland for to mak, To the bischope that tyme of Eborak, Obediens, and ay fra that furth he Of thame to haif the haill auctoritie. For-quhy in Scotland, as my author sais, No archibischop thair wes into tha dais; And for that caus it semit weill, said he, All wnder him as suffragans to be; Gif hapnit sua, as oft syis sua hes bene, Actioun or pley be movit thame betuene, Moir esie war to thame intil all tyde, Sic materis all richt sone for to decyde
Befoir this bischop into Eborak
No into Rome, quhair tha behouit mak Sumpteous expenss and grit travell thairto, In Eborak war nocht neidfull to do;
And lang persuasioun maid thame in that thing, To his purpois gif that he culd thame bring; For his opinioun alledgand mony law,
That is nocht neidfull at this tyme to schaw.
Ane Scottis clerk, that callit wes Gilbert,
In all science richt cuning and expert Of ony vther in his tyme wes kend,
To that counsall fra king William wes send,
To heir and se that tha did no injure To him or his than other riche or puir,
Sic ansuer maid withoutin ony mair
Befoir thame all that wes present than thair: "Forsuith," he said, "as 3e sall vnderstand, "Sen that the fayth come first into Scotland, "The kirk of Scotland ay sensyne wes fre, "Within our self haiffand auctoritie;
Quhome be all faltis hes bene ay correctit, "And to nane zit wes euir subjectit
Except the paip, withoutin ony pley,
"Christis vicar quhome to we suld obey. "Vnconsonand is to the veritie
"To do to ws so greit inormitie,
"That ze pretend now in this tyme till ws, "The quhilk of ressoun we ma weill refus.
"To fortifie thairfoir," he said, "this thing
"That I haif said in the name of our king,
Heir I protest, quhat ze sa or alledge
“That hurt nocht him nor zit our priuiledge." 43,565
This being said as I haif said
In that mater thair wes na mair ado,
Bot left it so evin as tha first began,
Skaillit that counsall and zeid hame ilk man.
This ilk Gilbert, of quhome I schew 30w heir, Within les space efter nor thre zeir, Bischop of Caitnes consecrat wes he, And had thairof the haill auctoritie. Of sanctitude the quhilk that did exceid Into his tyme all vther as we reid, Quhilk now in gloir into the hevin so hie, Amang the sanctis numberit now is he. Neirby this tyme now that ze heir me mene, In Albione greit wonderis than wes sene. At midsomer, as my author did tell, Of hailstanis ane felloun schour that fell; Quhilk stonis war of so greit quantitie, Bayth man and beist, bot gif my author lie, Beand thairout als lang as it did lest, Throw violence of that schour wer oprest.
Of September efter that this wes done, In the idus neirby the hour of none, Of tua houris the space it did induir, The sone it wes als mirk' and als obscuir, Bayth blak and dym withoutin ony lycht, As it had bene about the mirk midnycht. Withoutin clippis this aduenture befell; Quhat wes the caus wes no man than culd tell. Of Eborak all in the dyocie,
So aufull thunder fell doun fra the sky,
And fyre-flaucht als, as my author did sa, The quhilk distroyit mony fair abba, Into that tyme without ony refuge : Quhat wes the caus I leif to 3ow till judge.
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