SPIRITUALITY

We thank ȝow Friends of ȝour benevolence, It shall be done evin as ȝe have devysit: We think ȝe serve ane gudlie recompense, Defendand us that we be nought supprysit. In this mater we man be well aduysit, Now quhill the King misknawis the verity, Be scho ressavit then we will be deprysit, Quhat is ȝour counsel brother now let see? I think ȝe serve Good recompense, Taken thirten crowns for ȝour reward. The Paip hes given us dispensatiouns: Sancte pater I make ȝow supplication, Exame ȝon carl, sin make his dilatioun: I make ane vow to God omnipotent, That bystour salbe brunt incontinent. Venerabill father I shall do ȝour command, Give he servis dead I shall soon understand. Pausa. Falls huirsun carl schaw forth thy faith, That act my Lords plainly I will declait, It is again is our profeit singulair. We will nought want our profeit be Sanct Geill. Temporality Ȝour profeit is against the Common well It salbe done my Lords as ȝe have wrought, We cure nought quhidder ȝe consent or nought. Quhairfoir servis then all their Temporal Judges? Give temporal maters should seek at ȝow refuges. My Lord ȝe say that ȝe ar Spiritual, Quhairfoir mell ȝe than with things temporal? As we have done conclude sa shall it stand, Scribe put our Acts in ordour evin From hand. Till all ȝour acts plainly I disassent, Notar thereof I taken ane instrument. I make ane vow to God and ȝe us handill, Ȝe sallbe cursed and gragit with buik and candill: Sin we shall pass unto the Palp and pleinȝie, And to the Devil of hell condemn this meinȝe For quhy sic reformation as I weine Into Scotland was never hard nor seine. Sir Covetice will ȝe also misken me? I wait riched well ȝe will baith give and len me: Speid hand my friend spair nought to break the lockis, Give me ane thousand crowns out of my box. I see nought else brother withoutin faill, Bot this falls World is turnit top ouir taill: Senall is vain that is under the lift, To win our meat we man make uther schift. With our labour except we make debate, I dreid full sair we want baith drink and meat. I wit their freirs that I am thus abusit, For by their counsel I have be confusit. They gart me trow it suffysit allace, To gar them plainly preich into my place. Sir Person ȝe shall be my commissair, To put this mater till execution And ȝe sir Freir, because ȝe can declair The hail process, pass with him in commission, Pass all together with my braid bennisoun, And gifscho speiks against our liberty, Then put his in perpetual presoun, That scho cum nought to King Humanity. Pass on Madame we knaw ȝow nought Or be him that the World wrought, Ȝour coming shall be riched deir continued to Give ȝe make langer tarry. Welcum our days darling, Welcum with all our heart: We all but feinȝeing, Shall plainly taken ȝour partly. This is my Grainter and my Chalmerlaine, And hes my gold and geir under his cuiris: I make ane vow to God I shall complain, Unto the Paip how ȝe do me iniuris. My lords when was their any Prelates wont, Of their office till any King make count? Bot of my office give ȝe walled have the feill, I let ȝow wit I have it used well. For I taken in my count twice in the ȝeir, Wanting nought of my teind ane boll of beir. I got Good payment of my Temporal lands, My buttock-maill, my coattis and my offrands, With all that dois pertain my benefice, Consider now my Lord give I be wise. I dar nought marry contrair the common law, Ane thing their is my Lord that ȝe may knaw. Howbeit I dar nought plainly spouse ane wife, Ȝit Concubeins I have had four or fyfe. And to my sons I have giving rich rewairds, And all my Daughters married upon lairds. I let ȝow wit my Lord I am nam fuill, For quhy I ride upon ane amland Muill. Their is nam Temporal Lord in all this land, That makssic coheir I let ȝow understand. And also my Lord I give with Good intention, To diverse Temporal Lords ane ȝeirlie pension To that intent that they with all their heart, In riched and wrang sal plainly taken my partly. Now have I tauld ȝow sir on my best ways, How that I have exercit my office. Adieu be Sanct Mavene, Pass where ȝe will we ar twa natural men. —Adieu my awin sweit heart. Now duill fell me that we twa man depart. Nam, nam, we man taken advisement In sic maters for to conclude, Ouir hastily, we think nought Good. Sir we can schaw exemption, From ȝour temporal punition: The quhilk we purpois till debate. Ȝe temporal men be him that heryit hell, Ȝe ar ouir peart with sik maters to mell. Nam sir, be him that our Lord Jesus sauld, I read never the New testament nor old. Nor ever thinks to do sir be the Rude, I heir freiris say that reiding dois nam Good. My lords quhy do ȝe thoil that lurdun loun, Of Kirkmen to speak sic detraction. I let ȝow wit my Lords it is nam bourds, Of Prelates for till speak sic wanton words. Heir Spritualitie fame's and rages. Ȝon villain puttis me out of Charity. Falls carl to speak to me stands thou not awe? Ȝea that I shall, I make great God a vow He shall repent that he spoke of the kow. I will not suffer sic words of ȝon villain. I never read that, therefore reid it ȝour sell. ¶ Fidelis sermon, siquis Episcopatum desiderat, bonum opus desi derat, oportet eum irreprehensibilem esse, unius uxoris virum, sobri um, prudentem, ornatum, pudicum, hospitalem, doctorem: non vine lentum, non percussorem: said modestum. That is ¶ This is a true saying, If any man desire the office of a Bishop, he desires a worthy work: A Bishop therefore must be vnreproue able, the husband of one wife, &c. I make and vow they words thou sal repent. I have ane freir to preiche into my place, Of my office ȝe hear nam More quhill Pasche. Nam, nam, never till the day of Judgement. We will want nathing that we have in use, Kirtil nor kow, teind lamb, teind grise nor guse. Friend where find ȝe that we should preachers be Sum says be him that wore the crown of thorn, It had be Good that Paull had neir be born. The fiend stick them that what. Gloir, honour, laud triumph and victory Be to ȝour michtie prudent excellence: Heir ar we cum all the estaits thrie, Ready to make our Due obedience. At ȝour command with humbill observance, As my pertene to Spirituality. With counsel of the Temporality. We say the Kings war greiter fuillis nor we That us promovit to sa great dignity. Madame I pray ȝow make us thrie Good coheir, We cure nought to remain with ȝow all ȝeir. Sovereign we have gain sa this money a ȝeir Howbeit ȝe think we go undecently, We think we gang riched wonder pleasantly. To cum again I pray ȝow do ȝour cure, Want I ȝow twa I may nought Long endure. To that my Lords we plainly disassent, Noter their of I taken ane instrument. Quhat thing is this sir, that ȝe have devysit Schirs ȝe have neid for till be well advysit Be nought hasty into ȝour execution, And be nought our extreime in ȝour punition. And give ȝe please to do sir, as we say, Postpone this Parliament till ane uther day. For quhy? the peopill of this Region, May nought endure extreme correction. I what nought man be him that herryit hell