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THE DEPLORATIOUN OF THE DEITH OF QUENE MAGDALENE. |
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THE DEPLORATIOUN OF THE DEITH OF QUENE MAGDALENE.
O cruell Deith, to greit is thy puissance,
Deuorar of all earthlie leuyng thingis.
Adam, we may the wyit of this mischance;
In thy default this cruell tyrane ringis,
And spairis nother Empryour nor Kingis,
And now, allace, hes reft furth of this land
The flour of France, and confort of Scotland.
Deuorar of all earthlie leuyng thingis.
Adam, we may the wyit of this mischance;
In thy default this cruell tyrane ringis,
And spairis nother Empryour nor Kingis,
And now, allace, hes reft furth of this land
The flour of France, and confort of Scotland.
Father Adam, allace that thow abusit
Thy fre wyll, being Inobedient.
Thow chesit Deith, and lesting lyfe refusit,
Thy Successioun, allace, that may repent,
That thow hes maid mankynd so Impotent,
That it may mak to Deith no resistance:
Exemple of our Quene, the flour of France.
Thy fre wyll, being Inobedient.
Thow chesit Deith, and lesting lyfe refusit,
Thy Successioun, allace, that may repent,
That thow hes maid mankynd so Impotent,
That it may mak to Deith no resistance:
Exemple of our Quene, the flour of France.
O dreidfull Dragoun, with thy dulefull dart,
Quhilk did nocht spair, of Feminine the flour,
Bot cruellie did pers hir throuch the hart,
And wald nocht giue hir respite for ane hour,
To remane with hir Prince and Paramour,
That scho at laiser mycht haue tane licence,
Scotland on the may cry ane loud vengeance.
Quhilk did nocht spair, of Feminine the flour,
Bot cruellie did pers hir throuch the hart,
And wald nocht giue hir respite for ane hour,
To remane with hir Prince and Paramour,
That scho at laiser mycht haue tane licence,
Scotland on the may cry ane loud vengeance.
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Thow leit Mathusalem leif nine houndreth ȝeir
Thre score and nyne: bot in thy furious rage,
Thow did deuore this ȝoung Princes but peir,
Or scho was compleit seuintene ȝeir of age.
Gredie gorman, quhy did thow nocht asswage
Thy furious rage contrair that lustie Quene,
Tyll we some fruct had of hir bodie sene?
Thre score and nyne: bot in thy furious rage,
Thow did deuore this ȝoung Princes but peir,
Or scho was compleit seuintene ȝeir of age.
Gredie gorman, quhy did thow nocht asswage
Thy furious rage contrair that lustie Quene,
Tyll we some fruct had of hir bodie sene?
O Dame Nature, thow did no diligence
Contrair this theif quhilk al the warld confoundis.
Had thow with naturall targis maid defence,
That brybour had not cummit within hir boundis,
And had bene sauit from sic mortall stoundis,
This mony ane ȝeir: bot quhair was thy discretion,
That leit hir pas, til we had sene succession?
Contrair this theif quhilk al the warld confoundis.
Had thow with naturall targis maid defence,
That brybour had not cummit within hir boundis,
And had bene sauit from sic mortall stoundis,
This mony ane ȝeir: bot quhair was thy discretion,
That leit hir pas, til we had sene succession?
O Uenus, with thy blynd sone Cupido,
Fy on ȝow baith, that maid no resistance.
In to ȝour Court ȝe neuer had sic two,
So leill Luffaris without dissimulance,
As Iames the Fift, and Magdalene of France,
Discending boith of blude Imperiall,
To quhome in lufe I find no perigall.
Fy on ȝow baith, that maid no resistance.
In to ȝour Court ȝe neuer had sic two,
So leill Luffaris without dissimulance,
As Iames the Fift, and Magdalene of France,
Discending boith of blude Imperiall,
To quhome in lufe I find no perigall.
For as Leander swame outthrow the flude,
To his fair Lady Hero, mony nichtis,
So did this prince throw bulryng stremis wode
With Erlis, baronis, squyaris, & with knichtis,
Contrair Neptune and Eol, and thare michtis,
And left his Realme in greit disesperance,
To seik his Lufe, the first Dochter of France.
To his fair Lady Hero, mony nichtis,
So did this prince throw bulryng stremis wode
With Erlis, baronis, squyaris, & with knichtis,
Contrair Neptune and Eol, and thare michtis,
And left his Realme in greit disesperance,
To seik his Lufe, the first Dochter of France.
And scho lyke prudent Quene Penelope,
Ful constantlie wald change hym for none vther,
And for his plesour left hir awin countre,
Without regard to Father or to Mother,
Takyng no cure of Sister nor of Brother,
Bot schortlie tuke hir leif, and left thame all,
For lufe of hym, to quhome lufe maid hir thrall.
Ful constantlie wald change hym for none vther,
And for his plesour left hir awin countre,
Without regard to Father or to Mother,
Takyng no cure of Sister nor of Brother,
Bot schortlie tuke hir leif, and left thame all,
For lufe of hym, to quhome lufe maid hir thrall.
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O dame Fortune, quhare was thy greit confort
Till hir to quhome thow was so fauorable?
Thy slyding gyftis maid hir no support,
Hir hie lynage, nor Riches intellible:
I se thy puissance bene bot variable,
Quhen hir father, the most hie cristinit King,
Till his deir Chyld mycht mak no supporting.
Till hir to quhome thow was so fauorable?
Thy slyding gyftis maid hir no support,
Hir hie lynage, nor Riches intellible:
I se thy puissance bene bot variable,
Quhen hir father, the most hie cristinit King,
Till his deir Chyld mycht mak no supporting.
The potent Prince, hir lustie lufe and knicht,
With his most hardie Noblis of Scotland,
Contrair that bailfull bribour had no micht.
Thocht all the men had bene at his command,
Of France, Flanderis, Italie, and Ingland,
With fiftie thousand Millioun of tresour,
Mycht nocht prolong that Ladyis lyfe ane hour.
With his most hardie Noblis of Scotland,
Contrair that bailfull bribour had no micht.
Thocht all the men had bene at his command,
Of France, Flanderis, Italie, and Ingland,
With fiftie thousand Millioun of tresour,
Mycht nocht prolong that Ladyis lyfe ane hour.
O Paris, of all Citeis principall,
Quhilk did resaue our Prince with laud & glorie,
Solempnitlie, throw Arkis triumphall,
Quhilk day bene digne to put in memorie.
For as Pompey, efter his Uictorie,
Was in to Rome resauit with greit Ioy,
So thou resauit our richt redoutit Roy.
Quhilk did resaue our Prince with laud & glorie,
Solempnitlie, throw Arkis triumphall,
Quhilk day bene digne to put in memorie.
For as Pompey, efter his Uictorie,
Was in to Rome resauit with greit Ioy,
So thou resauit our richt redoutit Roy.
Bot at his Mariage maid vpon the morne,
Sic solace, and Solempniȝatioun,
Was neuer sene afore, sen Christ was borne;
Nor to Scotland sic consolatioun.
Thare selit was the confirmatioun
Of the weill keipit ancient alliance
Maid betwix Scotland and the realme of france.
Sic solace, and Solempniȝatioun,
Was neuer sene afore, sen Christ was borne;
Nor to Scotland sic consolatioun.
Thare selit was the confirmatioun
Of the weill keipit ancient alliance
Maid betwix Scotland and the realme of france.
I neuer did se one day more glorious,
So mony in so riche abilȝementis
Of Silk and gold, with stonis precious,
Sic Banketting, sic sound of Instrumentis,
With sang, and dance, & Martiall tornamentis.
Bot lyke ane storme efter ane plesand morrow,
Sone was our solace changit in to sorrow.
So mony in so riche abilȝementis
Of Silk and gold, with stonis precious,
Sic Banketting, sic sound of Instrumentis,
With sang, and dance, & Martiall tornamentis.
Bot lyke ane storme efter ane plesand morrow,
Sone was our solace changit in to sorrow.
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O traytour deith, quhom none may contramand,
Thow mycht haue sene the preparatioun
Maid be the thre Estaitis of Scotland
With greit confort and consolatioun,
In euerilk Ciete, Castell, Toure, and Town,
And how ilk Nobill set his hole intent
To be excellent in Habilȝement.
Thow mycht haue sene the preparatioun
Maid be the thre Estaitis of Scotland
With greit confort and consolatioun,
In euerilk Ciete, Castell, Toure, and Town,
And how ilk Nobill set his hole intent
To be excellent in Habilȝement.
Theif, saw thow nocht the greit preparatiuis
Of Edinburgh, the Nobill famous toun?
Thow saw the peple labouring for thare lyuis
To mak triumphe with trump and Clarioun.
Sic plesour was neuer in to this Regioun,
As suld haue bene the day of hir entrace,
With greit propynis geuin till hir grace.
Of Edinburgh, the Nobill famous toun?
Thow saw the peple labouring for thare lyuis
To mak triumphe with trump and Clarioun.
Sic plesour was neuer in to this Regioun,
As suld haue bene the day of hir entrace,
With greit propynis geuin till hir grace.
Thow saw makand rycht costlie scaffalding,
Depayntit weill with Gold and asure fyne,
Reddie preparit for the vpsetting,
With Fontanis flowing watter cleir and wyne.
Disagysit folkis, lyke Creaturis deuyne,
On ilk scaffold, to play ane syndrie storie:
Bot all in greiting turnit thow that glorie.
Depayntit weill with Gold and asure fyne,
Reddie preparit for the vpsetting,
With Fontanis flowing watter cleir and wyne.
Disagysit folkis, lyke Creaturis deuyne,
On ilk scaffold, to play ane syndrie storie:
Bot all in greiting turnit thow that glorie.
Thow saw mony ane lustie fresche galland,
Weill ordourit for resauing of thair Quene;
Ilk Craftisman, with bent bow in his hand,
Full galȝeartlie in schort clething of grene;
The honest Burges, cled, thow suld haue sene,
Sum in scarlot, and sum in claith of grane,
For till haue met thare Lady Souerane.
Weill ordourit for resauing of thair Quene;
Ilk Craftisman, with bent bow in his hand,
Full galȝeartlie in schort clething of grene;
The honest Burges, cled, thow suld haue sene,
Sum in scarlot, and sum in claith of grane,
For till haue met thare Lady Souerane.
Prouest, Baillies, and lordis of the toun,
The Senatouris in ordour consequent,
Cled in to Silk of Purpure, blak, and brown;
Syne the greit Lordis of the Parliament,
With mony knychtlie Barroun and baurent
In Silk and Gold, in colouris confortable:
Bot thow, allace, all turnit in to sable.
The Senatouris in ordour consequent,
Cled in to Silk of Purpure, blak, and brown;
Syne the greit Lordis of the Parliament,
With mony knychtlie Barroun and baurent
In Silk and Gold, in colouris confortable:
Bot thow, allace, all turnit in to sable.
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Syne, all the Lordis of Religioun,
And Princes of the preistis venerable,
Full plesandlie in thare Processioun,
With all the cunnyng Clerkis honorable.
Bot thiftuouslie, thow Tyrane tresonable,
All thare greit solace and Solempniteis,
Thow turnit in till dulefull Dirigeis.
And Princes of the preistis venerable,
Full plesandlie in thare Processioun,
With all the cunnyng Clerkis honorable.
Bot thiftuouslie, thow Tyrane tresonable,
All thare greit solace and Solempniteis,
Thow turnit in till dulefull Dirigeis.
Syne, nixt in Ordour, passing throw the toun,
Thow suld haue hard the din of Instrumentis,
Of Tabrone, Trumpet, Schalme, & Clarioun,
With reird redoundand throw the Elementis.
The Herauldis, with thare awfull Vestimentis,
With Maseris, vpon ather of thare handis,
To rewle the preis, with burneist siluer wandis.
Thow suld haue hard the din of Instrumentis,
Of Tabrone, Trumpet, Schalme, & Clarioun,
With reird redoundand throw the Elementis.
The Herauldis, with thare awfull Vestimentis,
With Maseris, vpon ather of thare handis,
To rewle the preis, with burneist siluer wandis.
Syne, last of all, in Ordour triumphall,
That most Illuster Princes honorable,
With hir the lustie Ladyis of Scotland,
Quhilk suld haue bene ane sycht most delectable.
Hir rayment to rehers, I am nocht able,
Of Gold, and perle, and precious stonis brycht
Twynkling lyke sterris in ane frostie nycht.
That most Illuster Princes honorable,
With hir the lustie Ladyis of Scotland,
Quhilk suld haue bene ane sycht most delectable.
Hir rayment to rehers, I am nocht able,
Of Gold, and perle, and precious stonis brycht
Twynkling lyke sterris in ane frostie nycht.
Under ane Pale of gold scho suld haue past,
Be Burgeis borne, clothit in silkis fyne;
The greit Maister of houshold all thare last:
With hym in ordour all the kingis tryne,
Quhais ordinance war langsum to defyne.
On this maner, scho, passing throw the toun,
Suld haue resauit mony benisoun
Be Burgeis borne, clothit in silkis fyne;
The greit Maister of houshold all thare last:
With hym in ordour all the kingis tryne,
Quhais ordinance war langsum to defyne.
On this maner, scho, passing throw the toun,
Suld haue resauit mony benisoun
Of Uirginis, and of lustie burges wyiffis,
Quhilk suld haue bene ane sycht celestiall,
Viue la Royne cryand for thare lyiffis:
With ane Harmonious sound Angelicall,
In euerilk corner, myrthis Musicall.
Bot thow, tyrane, in quhome is found no grace,
Our Alleluya hes turnit in allace.
Quhilk suld haue bene ane sycht celestiall,
Viue la Royne cryand for thare lyiffis:
With ane Harmonious sound Angelicall,
In euerilk corner, myrthis Musicall.
Bot thow, tyrane, in quhome is found no grace,
Our Alleluya hes turnit in allace.
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Thow suld haue hard the ornate Oratouris
Makand hir hienes Salutatioun,
Boith of the Clergy, toun, and counsalouris,
With mony Notable Narratioun.
Thow suld haue sene hir Coronatioun,
In the fair Abbay of the Holy rude,
In presence of ane myrthfull multitude.
Makand hir hienes Salutatioun,
Boith of the Clergy, toun, and counsalouris,
With mony Notable Narratioun.
Thow suld haue sene hir Coronatioun,
In the fair Abbay of the Holy rude,
In presence of ane myrthfull multitude.
Sic Banketing, sic aufull Tornamentis
On hors & fute, that tyme quhilk suld haue bene.
Sic Chapell Royall, with sic Instrumentis,
And craftie Musick, singing frome the splene,
In this countre was neuer hard nor sene.
Bot all this greit solempnite and gam,
Turnit thow hes In Requiem æternam.
On hors & fute, that tyme quhilk suld haue bene.
Sic Chapell Royall, with sic Instrumentis,
And craftie Musick, singing frome the splene,
In this countre was neuer hard nor sene.
Bot all this greit solempnite and gam,
Turnit thow hes In Requiem æternam.
Inconstant warld, thy freindschip I defy,
Sen strenth, nor wisdome, riches nor honour,
Uertew nor bewtie, none may certefy
Within thy boundis, for to remane ane hour.
Quhat valith to the king or Empryour,
Sen pryncely puissance may nocht be exemit
From Deith, quhose dolour can nocht be expremit?
Sen strenth, nor wisdome, riches nor honour,
Uertew nor bewtie, none may certefy
Within thy boundis, for to remane ane hour.
Quhat valith to the king or Empryour,
Sen pryncely puissance may nocht be exemit
From Deith, quhose dolour can nocht be expremit?
Sen man in erth hes na place permanent,
Bot all mon passe be that horrible port,
Lat vs pray to the Lord Omnipotent,
That dulefull day to be our greit comfort,
That in his Realme we may with hym resort,
Quhilkis from the hell, with his blude ransonit bene,
With Magdalene vmquhyle of scotland Quene.
Bot all mon passe be that horrible port,
Lat vs pray to the Lord Omnipotent,
That dulefull day to be our greit comfort,
That in his Realme we may with hym resort,
Quhilkis from the hell, with his blude ransonit bene,
With Magdalene vmquhyle of scotland Quene.
O Deith, thocht thow the body may deuore
Of euery man, ȝit hes thow no puissance,
Of thare vertew for to consume the glore.
As salbe sene of Magdalene of France,
Umquhyle our quene, quhom Poetis sal auance,
And put hir in perpetuall memorie:
So sall hir fame of the haue Uictorie.
Of euery man, ȝit hes thow no puissance,
Of thare vertew for to consume the glore.
As salbe sene of Magdalene of France,
Umquhyle our quene, quhom Poetis sal auance,
And put hir in perpetuall memorie:
So sall hir fame of the haue Uictorie.
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Thocht thou hes slane the heuinly flour of France,
Quhilk Impit was in to the Thrissill kene,
Quharein all Scotland saw thair hail plesance,
And maid the Lyoun reioysit frome the splene:
Thocht rute be pullit frome the leuis grene,
The smell of it sall, in dispyte of the,
Keip ay twa Realmes, in Peice and Amite.
Quhilk Impit was in to the Thrissill kene,
Quharein all Scotland saw thair hail plesance,
And maid the Lyoun reioysit frome the splene:
Thocht rute be pullit frome the leuis grene,
The smell of it sall, in dispyte of the,
Keip ay twa Realmes, in Peice and Amite.
Quod Lindesay.
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