FLAVIUS

For fear sweit masters quhat remeid Quha may persuade where their is dreid: Ȝit deem ȝe wrangouslie in dead, Now be my saull I sweir: Ȝour honour, not ȝour shame I seek, I count not by my lust ane leik, It was nam sik thing Masters meek, That maid me to cum heir. This is my suit ȝe shall me trust, Judge ȝe ȝour self give it be just, In honest luif and honest lust, With ȝow to leid my life: This is the truth of my intent, In lawful Love bot only bent, Advise ȝow give ȝe can consent, To be my weddit wife. Have their my hand with all my heart And faithful promise for my partly, Nam time to change quhill deithis dart, Put till my life ane end: Bot be ane Husband traist and true, For nam suspect that anis shall rew, Bot ready ay to do my Due, And never till offend. Be my awin meins I shall attain, And send to ȝow they claithis unseen, Convoy lat sie all things sa cleine, That never nane suspeck: I will wait on my self and meit ȝow, To see ȝour new claiths as they set ȝow, The Carl that hecht sa well to treit ȝow, I think shall get ane geck. My only luif and Lady quhyte, My darling deir and my delight, How shall I ever the requit, This grit Good will let see: That but respect that men Calais shame, Nor haȝart of thy awin Good name, For bruit, for blasphemy nor blame, Hes venterit all for me. In Gods behalf I the beseiche, Impesche me not with word nor speiche, Ill Spreit, to God I me beteiche, From the and all thy kind. I charge the ȝit as I have else, Be holy relickis, Beidis and Bellis, Be Ermeitis that in deserts dwells, Be Lumitoris and Tarlochis: Besweit Sanct Stevin stanit to the dead, And be Sanct John his holy heid, Be Merling, Rymour and be Beid, Be witchis and be warlochis. Be Sanct Maloy, be Moses Rod, Be Mahomeit the Turkisch God, Be Julian and Sanct Elous nod, Be Bernard and be Bride: Be Michael that the Dragon dang, Be Gabriell and his old sang, Be Raphaell in time of thrang, That is to be as guide. Quhat have I seen falls hound of Hell I trowit when I did with the mell, Thou was riched Emily thy fell, Not ane incarnate Devil: Bot I riched now with my awin Eine, Riched Emily have married seine, Sa thou mon be ane Spreit vncleine, Lord saif me From thy evil. Be virtue of the holy Ghost, Depairt out of mine house in haist, And God quhais power and might is mayest, Conserve me From thy cummer: Gang hence to Hell or to the Fairy, With me thou may nam langer tarry, For quhy? I sweir the be Sanct Marry, Thows be nane of my nummer. Sa far Alberto as I knaw, I fell the with unto ȝow schaw. When I ȝour Daughters beauty I saw, I offered his goodwill: Accepting than the promise maid, Cled like a Boy but More abaid, From ȝow dissaitfullie scho slaid, And come mine house until. Where I his kept as my wife, Tret, luifit and chereist his for life, Quhill afterward fell out ane strife, Their maters all among: For plainly in the Kirk I saw, This man became ȝour Soon in law, I did therefore perfectly knaw, My Emily was wrang. And that some Spreit his schaip had taken Sen Emily's their was bot ane, I therefore to that Ghost have gane, Conjuring his my fell: And From my house expellit his to, This woman seimis for to be scho, Sensyne I had nam More ado, With that falls fiend of Hell. Be frolic Flavius and feign, To get thy Emily again To deem my dow, was I not vain, That thou had be a Spreit Now sen I am fred From that fear, And vain illusion did appear, Welcum my darling and my deir, My sucker and my sweit. Good sirs, quhat is their More ado, Ilk ȝouth his Love hes got lo, Let us therefore go quickly to, And marry with our maitts: Let us four Lufers now rejoyse, Ilk ane for to enjoy his choice, Ane meiter match nor ane of those, For tender young estaitis. Let us all four now with ane sang, With mirth and melody among, Give gloir to God that in this thrang, Hes be all our relief: That hes From thraldom set us fry, And hes us placit in sik degrie, Ilk ane as he walled wisch to be, With glaidnes for his grief. WERE Jacob's Sons More joyful for to see, The waltering waves king Pharaois Oist continued ̄ found Was Israel More glaid in heart to be Fred from all fear, before in bondage bound? When God the ̄ brought from ̄ y e Egyptian ground, Was Mordocheus merrier nor we, When Artaxerxes alterity his decry? Was greiter glaidnes in the land of Greice When Jason come from Colchos hame again And Conquest had the famous golden Fleis, With labour Long, with perrell and with panem? The Father Aeȝon was not half sa feign, To sie his Soon returning with sik gloir, As we, quhais minds ar satisfyit, and moir. Give any joy into this Earth belaw, Or World pleasure reput be perfect, Quhat greiter solace shall ȝe to me shaw, Nor till enjoy ȝour hearts all hail delight? To have ȝour Love and lusty Lady quhyte, In whom ȝe may baith Night and day rejoyse: In whom ȝe may ȝour pleasures all repose. Let us therefore sen evin as we walled wiss, Reciprocklie with leill and mutual Love, As fleitand in the Fludes of joy and bliss, With solace sing and sorrows all remufe, Let us the fructs of present pleasure prufe, In recompense of all our former panem, And misery, quhairin we did remane. I charge the ȝit as of before, Pass hence and trouble me no moir, Trowis thou to draw me ouir the scoir, Falls fiend with thy alluring.