KING OF ENGLAND

Long shine the sun of Scotland in her pride, Her father's comfort, and fair Scotland's Bride. But Dorithea, since I must depart, And leave thee from thy tender mother's charge. Let me advise my lovely daughter first, What best befits her in a foreign land, Live Doll, for many eyes shall look on thee, Have care of honour and the present state: For she that steps to height of Majesty, Is even the mark whereat the enemy aims. Thy virtues shall be construed to vice, Thine affable discourse to abject mind. If coy, detracting tongues will call thee proud: Be therefore wary in this slippery state, Honour thy husband, love him as thy life: Make choice of friends, as Eagles of their young Who sooth no vice, who flatter not for gain: But love such friends as do the truth maintain. Think on these lessons when thou art alone, And thou shalt live in health when I am gone. Then son farewell, the favouring winds invites us to Long circumstance in taking princely leaves, Is more officious then convenient. Brother of Scotland, love me in my child, You greet me well, if so you will her good. Thou liest false Scot, thy age ̄ ts have continued ̄ fist it. These are but found delays, thou canst not think A means for to reconcile me for thy friend, I have thy parasites confession pend: What then canst thou allege in thy excuse? What thinkest thou catiue, I will sell my child, No if thou be a Prince and man at arms, In singule combat come and try thy right, Else will I prove thee recreant to thy face. Agreed, now trumpets found a dreadful charge Fight for your Princess, brave English men: Now for your lands your children and your wives, My Scottish Peers, and lastly for your King. Link all these lovely stile good king in one, And since thy grief exceeds in my depart, I leave my Dorithea to enjoy, thy whole compact Loves, and plighted vows. Brother of Scotland, this is my joy, my life, Her father's honour, and her Countries hope, Her mother's comfort, and her husbands bliss: I tell thee king, in loving of my Doll, Thou bindest her father's heart and all his friends In bans of love that death cannot dissolve. False traitorous Scot, I come for to revenge My daughters death: I come to spoil thy wealth, Since thou hast spoiled me of my marriage joy. I come to heap thy land with Carcases, That this thy thrifty soil choked up with blood, May thunder forth revenge upon thy head. I come to quit thy loveless love with death, In brief, no means of peace shall ere be found, Except I have my daughter or thy head. See by my sword, and by a Princes faith, In every lawful sort I am thine own. Thou provident kind mother of increase, Thou must prevail, ah nature thou must rule: Hold daughter, join my hand and his in one, I will embrace him for to favour thee, I call him friend, and take him for my son. Good Anderson, I grant thee thy request. I condescend, for why thy reverend years Import some news of truth and consequence, I am content, for Anderson I know. Thus far the English Peers have we displayde, Our waving Ensigns with a happy war, Thus nearly hath our furious rage revenged, My daughters death upon the traitorous Scot, And now before Dambar our camp is pitched, Which if it yield not to our compremise, The place shall furrow where the palace stood, And fury shall envy so high a power, That mercy shall be bannisht from our swords. Scot open those gates, and let me enter in, Submit thy self and thine unto my grace, Or I will put each mother's son to death, And lay this City level with the ground. Now life and death dependeth on my sword: This hand now reared, my Douglas if I list, Could partly thy head and shoulders both in twain: But since I see thee wise and old in years, True to thy king, and faithful in his wars, Live thou and thine, Dambar is too too small To give and entrance to the English king, I Eaglelike disdain these little fool's, And look on none but those that dare resist, Enter your town as those that live by me, For others that resist, kill, forage, spoil: Mine English soldiers, as you love your king, Revenge his daughters death, and do me right. What shall I enter then and be your Lord?