HASLERIG

As he that holds a hungry wolf by the ears, The principles are true, trust not thy wife With secrets, nor thy vassal with thy life, Found example proves it. To that effect called we this solemn meeting, To which we have summoned diverse: chiefly Wallace, Late Sheriff of Air, which office though the King Conferred on me, the haughty Scot thinks much To tender up, observe his insolence. You'll find he did, read that Commission, And tell me then, if Selby or your self, Be Sheriff of Air. If the sword be your best plea, y'ave but a naked title, And by our authority we here command You and your son at our next general meeting, To bring in your Surrender, or undergo The penalty of traitors. Enter Sir John Graham. So did not Graham. Next, thee to thy Lands and Offices we restore. Raise a Gallows fifty foot high, you shall not go by water, we'll send you up a nearer way. My service. Farewell, valiant Grimsby, and farewell danger. And the whole land at quiet, where's Sir John Graham? We'll join him partner in Commission, It'll be a means to make our party strong, And keep down mutinies, search out old Wallace, And hang the Carl at his own door, Sir Jeffrey, Place tables in the streets, bonfires, and bells, Since without cause they murmur, let u'm know That with their knees we'll make their proud hearts bow. Sir Jeffrey, be you Master of the Feast, You keep the purse, if money fallen out short, Send out for more, you have commission for't. Whom have you there? Treacherous Wallace, The doting vizard, and dissembling woman Chief cause of this Rebellion, now revenge, Cloth thee in crimson, and prepare to feast, We'll tune such dismal music, as shall dint, Smiles in thy shallow cheeks. To make rebellion fatherless, And murder a madding widower. Like pity as thy husband pitiless, Took on the widows tears, and Orphans cries That kissed his, and hung about his knees At Lavercks massacre, I'll show on thee. Thus withered the pride of Laverck, And thus fades the flower that caused their ruin. Thunderbolts and fire rampier your throats, The slaves grown infinite, And moves in every place at once, Shift for your selves: Proud Wallace recking in the blood of Lavercke, Like a fierce tiger nursed in humane spoil, Pursues the slaughter, the barren hills lie strewed With mangled limbs, such as the gentle night Rescue from death, fallen in the morning flight, Then fly or fallen for company, Fly from a rebel, but fate keep true course, Weel ebb Like floods, to flow with stronger force. Selby, Selby, How Like a Churl thou feedest alone, And greedy art to fatten misery— Selby? Look I have found a jenniting tree. I'll not tell thee; see brave food. Not a paring, what hast there? Good old Rogue I thank thee, I have a stomach Like a Lawyer, Lets eat fruit when we have filled our bellies. Would? I must. Thy doting age is almost at her journeys end, My youth having far to go needs more provision, And isle have this— You Dog, you old Devil. Selby, no water from the hallowed Fount, Touched thee, thou art so fatal, Selby, dead! Gods building which ha stood this threescore years, This ha defaced, would it were up again With ruin of mine own, I never knew Partners but one still th'other overthrew, Thou and I did set up with one stock of care I have undone thee, and now all's my share, It's not so sinful nor so base a stroke To spoil a Willow as and old reverend Oak, From me th'art gone, but i'll from hence never fly, But fit by thee, and sighs, and weep, and die. Be damned both gods and men the act detest, O heaven; wipe this sin out for all the rest. Lay upon her fast hold. Dread Sovereign, Scotland is infected With a most dangerous surfeit, it breaks out In strong rebellion. One Wallace, a fellow meanly bred, But spirited above belief. We do not. Is it by general Proclamation voiced That but proud Wallace yield, Peg Graham die, T'is time for providence to stir the King, (I know not upon what complaints) pretends This rank Rebellion rather, took his root From wrongs in us, then treacheries in Wallace. And sends his forces rather to examine And question our demeanours, then their treasons. We must prevent it, how think you, Sir Jeffery? Admit him. A man, me thinks, of your experience, Respect and education should not link Your self in such a chain of counterfeits.