DECEIT

¶Stand by the gait that I maysteir, Aisay Koks bons, how cam I heir? can not miss to taken sum fear, Into sa great ane thrang: Marry heir ane cumly congregation, Quhat ar ȝe sirs all of ane Nation? Masters I speak be protestation, In dreid ȝe taken me wrang. Ken ȝe not sirs quhat is my name? Good faith I dar not schawit for shame: Sen I was clekit of my Dame, Ȝit was I never leill: For Katy sell was my mother, And common thief my father-brother: Office friendship I had ane fither, Howbeit I can not steill. Bot ȝit I will borrow and len, As be my cleathing ȝe may ken; That I am cum of noble men, And also I will debate, That querrell with my feit and hands: And I dwell among the merchands, My name gifonie man demands, They call me Dissait ¶Bon-iour brother with all my heart, Heir I am cum to taken ȝour partly, Baith into Good and evil: I met Good counsel be the way, Quha pat me in ane felon fray, I give him to the Devil. I slipit into ane bordello: And hid me in ane bawburds bed: []Bot suddenly his schankis I sched With hoch hurland among his howis God wait give we maid money mowis: How came ȝe heir I pray ȝow tell me? Now be the Good Lady that me bair, That samin Horse is my awin More: Now with our purpois let us mell, Quhat is ȝour counsel I pray ȝow tell? Sen we thrie seeks ȝon noble King, Let us devise sum subtle thing: And also I pray ȝow as my brother, That we ilk ane be true to uther. I make ane vow with all my heart, In Good and evil to taken ȝour partly I pray to God nor I be hangit, Bot I shall die or ȝe be wrangit. Now be my saull that is well deuysit Ȝe shall see me soon disagysit, Now am I buskit and quha can spy, The Devil stik me give this be I: If this be I or not, I can not well say, Or hes the Fiend or Fatie-folk born me away, I say thou luiks evin Like ane loun: Now brother Flattery quhat do ȝe, Quhat kind of man schaip ȝe to be? A Freir, quhairto ȝe can nor preiche. Heir is that gaining all and sum, That is ane koull of Tullilum. Be God and thair-about may it be. How will thou call me I pray the tell? Nam brother hauld that to thy sell. Now fit down let me baptise the I wait not quhat thy name should be: Then fit down lawly on thy kne. Devotion the Deuillis name, Devotion, Sapience and discretion, We three may rewll this Region. We shall find money crafty things, For to begyll are hundredth Kings. For thou can riched well crak and clatter, And I shall feinȝe, and thou shall flatter. Well said be him that herryit hell, I was evin thinkand that my fell. Now till we get the Kings presence, We will fit down and keip silence: I'm ane ȝeoman quhat ever be, I'll wood my life ȝon same is he. Fear nought brother, bot hauld ȝow still, Till we have hard quhat is his will. Discretion Sir, is my name perfay. Sapiens thou servis to beir ane Plate Me think thou schawis the not well wittit; Now be my saull thats true thou says Was never man set sa well his clais: Their is nam man in Christintie, Sa meit to be ane King as ȝe, Give he dois sa he salbe slain, I doubt him nought, nor ȝit ane uther: Trowit I that he come for ane train, Of my Friends I should rays ane further. That matter I shall taken on hand, And say it is the Kings command, That he anon devoid this place, And cum nought neir the Kings grace: And that under the pain of tressoun: Pray nought for us to Lord nor Lady, For we ar men of Good already, Sir schaw to us quhat is ȝour name? Suyith hursun carl gang pak the hence, Give ever thou cum this gait again, I vow to God thousall be slain. Heir shall they hurl away Gude-Counsall. Sen at this time I can get nam presence, Is nam remeid bot taken in patience. Howbeit Gude-counsall hastily be nought hard With young Princes ȝit should they noch be skard. Bot when ȝouthheid hes blawin his wanton blast, Then fallen Gude-counsall rewll him at the last. I had deir brother be Alhallow. Sa ȝe Fish nought within our bounds, Good day father, where have ȝe be? Declair till us of ȝour novels. Flattery Their is now lichtit on the green, Dame Verity, be Buiks and bells. Bot cum scho to the Kings presence Their is nam buit for us to bide. Therefore I read us all go hence. Cum on ȝour way for all ȝour ȝealow locks Ȝour vantoun words but doubt ȝe shall repent: This Night ȝe shall forfair ane pair of stocks, And sin the morn be brought to thoill Judgement. My Lord we have with diligence Bucklit up well ȝon bledrand baird: I'll be well treitit as ȝe ken, With my masters the merchand men; Quhilk can make small debate: Ȝe ken riched few of them that thryfes, Or can begyll the landwart wife's, But me thairman Dissait. Now Falset quhat shall be thy schift? Falset I walled we maid ane band, Now quhill the King is ȝit sleipand, Quhat rack to steill his Box? Ȝea that it may man be this day, It may well make of landwart lairds. Now let us cast away our clais, In dreid sum follow on the chase Thy heid shall beir ane cuppill of knox Pellour without I get my partly: Swyith huirsun smaik rife up the lox, Or I shall stick the through the heart. Upon thy craig taken their ane clout, To be courtesse I shall the ken. Pair-weill, for I am at the flicht, I will nought bide on ma demands, And we twa meit again this Night, Thy feit salbe with forty hands. Now Flattery my old companȝeoun, Quhat dois ȝon King Correction? Knawis thou nought his intent? Declair to us of thy novellis: Ȝe'ile all be hangit, I see nought else, And that incontinent. Now walloway will ȝe gar hang us? [] she Devil brought ȝon cursed king among us, For mekill sturt and strife: This is aneuch to make me mangit, Duill fell me, that I man be hangit, Let me speak with my fallows. ¶I trow wan-fortune brought me heir Quhat mekill fiend maid me sa speidie? Sen it was said it is sevin ȝeir, That I should weave into ane widdy I leirit my masters to be greedy, Adieu, for I see nam remeid: Lycia quhat it is to be evil-deidie. Allace master ȝe hurt my crag, Bot ȝit anis name the bairns name, I neid nought now to cair for thrift, Bot quhat salbe my God bairn gift? Laud honour, gloir, triumph & victory Be to ȝour mayest excellent Majesty. Sir I ken be ȝour Physiognomy, Ȝe shall conqueis, or else I lie, Danskin, Denmark, and Almane, Spittelfeild and the Realm of Spane. Ȝe shall have at ȝour governance. Ranfrow and all the Realm of France. Ȝea Rugland and the town of Room, Castorphine and all christindome. Quhairto sir be the Trinity, Ȝe ar ar ane very Apersie. It was ane laidly lurdan loun, Cumde to break buithis into this town: We have Gam to bind him with ane poill, And send him to the theisis hoill: Brother heir ȝe ȝon proclamation, I dreid full sair of reformation, Ȝon message makes me mang it: Quhat is ȝour counsel to me tell, Remain we heir be God him fell We will be all three hang it. Now sen their is nam man to wrang us I pray ȝow brother with my heart, Let us Gam partly this pelf among us, Sin hastily we shall depart. Adieu my masters merchant men, I have ȝow servit as ȝe ken: Truly baith air and lait: I say to ȝow for conclusion, I dreid ȝe gang to confusion, From time ȝe want Dissait. I leirit ȝow Merchant's money ane wile, Vpalands wyfis for to beguile, Upon ane markit day: And gar them trow ȝour stuff was Good, When it was rottin be the Rude, And sweir it was nought sway. I was ay roundand in ȝour ear, And leirit ȝow for to ban and sweir, Quhat ȝour geir cost in France: Howbeit the Devil ane word was true, Ȝour craft give King Correction knew, Walled turn ȝow to mischance. I leirit ȝow wyllis many fauld, To mix the new wine and the old, That faschioun was nam folly: To fell riched deir and by Good chaip, And mix Ry-meill among the saip, And Saiffrone with Oyl-dolie. Forȝet nought ocker I counsel ȝow, More then the vicker dois the kow, Or Lords their doubill maill: Howbeit ȝour elwand be too skant, Or ȝour pound wecht thrie vnces want, Think that bot little faill. Adieu the great Clan Iamesone, The Blood Royal of Clappertoun, I was ay to ȝow true: Baith Andersone and Patersone, Above them all Thome Williamsone, My absence ȝe will rew. Thome Williamsone it is ȝour pairt, To pray for me with all ȝour hairt, And think upon my warks: How I leirit ȝow ane Good lesson, For to beguile in Edinburgh town, The Bishop and his Clark's. Ȝe young Merchant's may cry allace, For wanting of ȝour wonted grace, Ȝon cursed King ȝe may ban: Had I leifit bot half ane ȝeir I should have leirit ȝow crafts perqueir, To beguile wife and man. How may ȝe Merchant's make debate? From time ȝe want ȝour man Dissait, For ȝow I make great cair: Without I rise From dead to life, I wait well ȝe will never thryfe, Farther nor the fourth air. That shall we do be Gods breid: We's bring him eather quick or dead. Yat mouth spcik More my awin deir brother. For God nor I rax in ane raip, Thou may give counsel to the Paip. Me thought the carl called me knave evin in my face Be Sanct Fillane thou salbe slain, bot give thou ask grace: Loup down or be the Good Lord thou shall los thy heid. That shall we do Madame be gods passion, We shall do ȝour command with diligence. And at ȝour hand serve gudely recompense, Dame Chastity cum on, be not aghast, We shall right soon upon ȝour awin expense, Into the stocks ȝour bony foot make fast, ¶ I pray ȝow sirs be patient, For I shall be obedient Till do quhat ȝe command, Sen I see their is nam remeid, Howbeit it war to suffer dead, Or flemit forth of the land. ¶ I wit the Empreour Constantine, That I am put to sic ruin, And baneist from the Kirk: For sen he maid the Paip ane King, In Room I could get nam ludging; Bot heidlangs in the mirk. Bot Lady Sensuality, Sensyne hes gydit this country, And money ef the rest: And now scho reulis all this land, And hes decryit at his command, That I should be suppressed. ¶ Bot all comes for the best, Till him that louis the Lord: Thought I be now molest, I traist to be restored. ¶ Sister alace, this is ane cairful case, That we with Princes should be sa abhorred: