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OF THE QUENIS ARRYVALE IN SCOTLAND.

Excellent Princes! potent, and preclair,
Prudent, peerles in bontie and bewtie!
Maist nobil Quein of bluid under the air!
With all my hairt, and micht, I welcum thé
Hame to thy native pepill, and cuntrie.
Beseikand God to gif thé grace to haive
Of thy leigis the hairtis faythfullie,
And thame in luife, and favour to receave.
Now sen thow art arryvit in this land,
Our native Princes, and illuster Queine!
I traist to God this regioune sall stand
Ane auld frie land, as it lang tyme has bein.
Quhairin, richt schoone, thair sall be hard and seine
Grit joy, justice, gude peax, and policie:
All cair, and cummer, baneist quyte and clein;
And ilk man leif in guid tranquillitie.
I am nocht meit, nor abill, forthe to set
How thow sall use discreitlie all thing heir:
Nor of ane Princes the dewtie and the det,
Quhilk I beleif thy heichnes hes per queir.
Bot, gif neid be, thair is anew can leir
Thy majestie, of thy awin natioune;

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And gif thé counsall how to rewle and steir,
With wysdome, all belangand to thy crowne.
Yet I exhort thé to be circumspect
Of thy counsall in the electioune:
Cheis faythfull men of prudence and effect,
Quha will for wrang mak dew correctioune;
And do justice, without exceptioune;
Men of knawlege, gude lyfe, and conscience,
That will nocht failye for affectioune;
Bot of gude fame, and lang experience.
Quhilk, gif thow do, I hope that thow sall ring
Lang in this land in grit felicitie:
Will thow pleis God, he will thé send all thing
Is neidful to mantein thy royaltie;
Quha gif thé grace to guyde sa prudentlie,
That all thy doing be to his plesour;
And of Scotland to the commoditie,
Quhilk, under God, thow hes now in thy cure.
And gif thy Hienes plesis for to marie,
That thow haive help I pray the Trinitie
To cheis and tak ane husband without tarie,
To thy honour, and our utilitie;
Quha will, and may, mantein our libertie;
Repleit of wisdome and of godlienes;
Nobill, and full of constance and lawtie;
With guid successioune, to our quyetnes.

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Madam, I wes trew servand to thy Mother,
And in hir favoure stude ay, thankfullie,
Of my estait als weill as ony other:
Prayand thy Grace I may ressavit be
In siklyk favour with thy Majestie;
Inclynand ay to me thy gracious eiris;
And, amang other servandis, thinke on me:
This last requeist I lernit at the freiris.
And thoch that I to serve be nocht sa abill
As I wes wont, becaus I may not see;
Yet in my hairt I sall be firme and stabill
To thy Hienes, with all fidelitie;
Ay prayand God for thy prosperitie;
And that I heir thy pepill, with hie voce,
And joyful hairt, cryand continuallie
Vive Marie tres-nobill Royne d'Escoss.