The Original Chronicle of Andrew of Wyntoun printed on parallel pages from the Cottonian and Wemyss mss., with the variants of the other texts: Edited with introduction, notes, and glossary by F. J. Amours |
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 | CHAPTER CXL. The Original Chronicle of Andrew of Wyntoun |  |
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CHAPTER CXL.
Off þe Brussis genologyIn þis clauss it tellis clerely.
The Erll Davy of Huntingdoune,
That wes commendit of hie honour,
Ane oþer dochtir had, suth to tell,
That callit wes Dame Isabell.
Robert þe Bruss in till his lif
Tuke þat lady till his wif;
This Robert þe Bruss eftir þat
On hir a sone hecht Robert gat,
And þat sone Robert eftirwart
Gat a sone, wes callit Robert
The Bruss, þe quhilk in till his dais
Weddit of Carrik þe Countass;
Sa wes he Erll and lord alhaill
Off Carrik and of Annanderdaill.
This Erll of Carrik, Schir Robert,
Gat on þat lady eftirwart
Robert þe Bruss, at wes our king,
And Scotland had in gouernyng.
The Erll of Carrik gat sonnys twa,
And broþer till oure king were þai;
And eftir þat þe thrid gat he,
And þir þe names were of þai thre:
Neill, Alexandere, and Eduard,
That deit in Irland eftirwart.
But barnis þire barnis deit ilkane,
Outtane Robert oure king allane.
Robert oure king had alsua
Twa sisteris, and þe first of þai
Wes weddit with þe Erll Gartnay,
That Erll of Mare wes in his day.
One hir he gat þe Erll Donald,
That wes a stout man and a bald.
This Donald eftir gat Thomas,
That Erll of Mare syne neist him was;
Thare come nane aire of his body;
His sister wes his aire forthy.
And þat sister weddit wes
With Erll William of Dowglass.
This William on þat lady gat
Iames of Dowglass, þat eftir þat
Gert mony of oure fais spurne,
Quhare he wes slane at Ottirburne.
This Iames wes vertuouss and manly,
And gouernyt þe Marchis manfully.
All þe floure of his ȝouthheid
He spendit all in to manheid.
Foure ȝeris Erll of Mare he was:
His tyme he spendit in prowes.
He by his fader in Melross lyis,
His spirit in till Paradyse.
Off Mare his sister wes his aire,
And of þe Garioch, but dispare.
Schire Malcome of Drummond till his wif
Tuke and weddit hir in his lif;
Barnis on hir had he nane.
Quhen þis Malcome þe dede had tane,
The Erll of Buchanis sone, Stewart
Alexander, weddit hir eftirwart.
Scho deit, and till him na barne baire;
Bot he remanit Erll of Mare.
He wes vertuouss in his deid,
And weill reullit at he had to [leid].
That wes commendit of hie honour,
Ane oþer dochtir had, suth to tell,
That callit wes Dame Isabell.
Robert þe Bruss in till his lif
Tuke þat lady till his wif;
This Robert þe Bruss eftir þat
On hir a sone hecht Robert gat,
And þat sone Robert eftirwart
Gat a sone, wes callit Robert
The Bruss, þe quhilk in till his dais
Weddit of Carrik þe Countass;
Sa wes he Erll and lord alhaill
Off Carrik and of Annanderdaill.
This Erll of Carrik, Schir Robert,
Gat on þat lady eftirwart
Robert þe Bruss, at wes our king,
And Scotland had in gouernyng.
The Erll of Carrik gat sonnys twa,
And broþer till oure king were þai;
And eftir þat þe thrid gat he,
And þir þe names were of þai thre:
Neill, Alexandere, and Eduard,
That deit in Irland eftirwart.
But barnis þire barnis deit ilkane,
Outtane Robert oure king allane.
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Twa sisteris, and þe first of þai
Wes weddit with þe Erll Gartnay,
That Erll of Mare wes in his day.
One hir he gat þe Erll Donald,
That wes a stout man and a bald.
This Donald eftir gat Thomas,
That Erll of Mare syne neist him was;
Thare come nane aire of his body;
His sister wes his aire forthy.
And þat sister weddit wes
With Erll William of Dowglass.
This William on þat lady gat
Iames of Dowglass, þat eftir þat
Gert mony of oure fais spurne,
Quhare he wes slane at Ottirburne.
This Iames wes vertuouss and manly,
And gouernyt þe Marchis manfully.
All þe floure of his ȝouthheid
He spendit all in to manheid.
Foure ȝeris Erll of Mare he was:
His tyme he spendit in prowes.
He by his fader in Melross lyis,
His spirit in till Paradyse.
Off Mare his sister wes his aire,
And of þe Garioch, but dispare.
Schire Malcome of Drummond till his wif
Tuke and weddit hir in his lif;
Barnis on hir had he nane.
Quhen þis Malcome þe dede had tane,
The Erll of Buchanis sone, Stewart
Alexander, weddit hir eftirwart.
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Bot he remanit Erll of Mare.
He wes vertuouss in his deid,
And weill reullit at he had to [leid].
The secund sister, at Robert
Oure king þare had, wes eftirwart
Weddit with þe Erll Schir Hew
Off Ross, a lord of gret valew;
And on hir he gat sonnys thre:
The eldest þe erldome had all fre
Off Ross, and wes callit William.
He had a sister wes callit Eufame,
That syne wes quene of Scotland,
Quhen þat hir lord wes king regnand;
Robert Stewart to name had he,
And broukit all þat ryalte.
This Quene Eufame in till hir lif,
Quhen þat scho wes our kingis wif,
Till him scho baire barnis seire;
Bot of þaim all nane liffand were
Bot Waltere Stewart, þat syne was
Erll of Athall and of Catnes,
Quhen þat þis memoriall
Titillit wes Originall.
This Erll William had dochteris twa:
The eldest weddit wes of þai
With Schir Walter of Lesly,
A manfull knycht and full worthy.
Schire Alexander Fresall in his lif
The toþer dochtir had to wif.
This Walter of Lesly had a sone;
Quhen his faderis dais were done,
Off Ross he ioisit þe erldome fre;
But lauchfull aire syne deit he.
Oure king þare had, wes eftirwart
Weddit with þe Erll Schir Hew
Off Ross, a lord of gret valew;
And on hir he gat sonnys thre:
The eldest þe erldome had all fre
Off Ross, and wes callit William.
He had a sister wes callit Eufame,
That syne wes quene of Scotland,
Quhen þat hir lord wes king regnand;
Robert Stewart to name had he,
And broukit all þat ryalte.
This Quene Eufame in till hir lif,
Quhen þat scho wes our kingis wif,
Till him scho baire barnis seire;
Bot of þaim all nane liffand were
Bot Waltere Stewart, þat syne was
Erll of Athall and of Catnes,
Quhen þat þis memoriall
Titillit wes Originall.
This Erll William had dochteris twa:
The eldest weddit wes of þai
With Schir Walter of Lesly,
A manfull knycht and full worthy.
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The toþer dochtir had to wif.
This Walter of Lesly had a sone;
Quhen his faderis dais were done,
Off Ross he ioisit þe erldome fre;
But lauchfull aire syne deit he.
Off þis process gif ȝe will mare,
Ȝe speire at vthire forthiremare.
Ȝe speire at vthire forthiremare.
Robert þe Bruss oure king, quhen he
Had of Carrik þe erldome fre
In heretage, or he tuke þe crovne
Off Scotland, or possessioun,
Erll Gartnais sister, I herd tell,
That hecht be name Dame Isabell,
He tuke and weddit till his wif.
One hir he gat in till his lif
Bot a dochtir, callit Mariory.
Walter Stewart þat lady
Tuke to wif, and eftir þat
Robert Stewart on hir he gat,
That langtyme eftir that baire þe crovne
Off Scotland, and possessioun.
Of Eufamys birgh amangis þe laif
Come Thomas, þat Erll wes of Murraif.
Had of Carrik þe erldome fre
In heretage, or he tuke þe crovne
Off Scotland, or possessioun,
Erll Gartnais sister, I herd tell,
That hecht be name Dame Isabell,
He tuke and weddit till his wif.
One hir he gat in till his lif
Bot a dochtir, callit Mariory.
Walter Stewart þat lady
Tuke to wif, and eftir þat
Robert Stewart on hir he gat,
That langtyme eftir that baire þe crovne
Off Scotland, and possessioun.
Of Eufamys birgh amangis þe laif
Come Thomas, þat Erll wes of Murraif.
Quhen Isabell, of Carrik þe Countass,
Had endit of hir lif þe dais,
Hir lord þe Bruss, at þan baid
All a quhile in wedoheid,
Bot eftir ȝit, or he wes king,
Or of his realme had gouernyng,
The dochtir he weddit of Ameyre,
That erll wes þan of Vllisteyre
In Irland, and on hir body
A sone he gat wes callit Davy,
That wes his aire, and syne our king,
And Scotland had in gouernyng.
One hire he gat als dochteris twa:
Mald and Margret callit were þai.
The Erll of Suthereland in his lif
Tuke þis Margret till his wif.
Wpone hir þis erll gat
A sone þat Iohne wes callit; eftir þat
He ostage for his eme wes send
In Ingland, for at he wes kend
The King Davyis sister sone.
Thare were all his dais done.
Off þe toþer dochtir Mald
Off me sall ȝe heire na mare tald.
Had endit of hir lif þe dais,
Hir lord þe Bruss, at þan baid
All a quhile in wedoheid,
Bot eftir ȝit, or he wes king,
Or of his realme had gouernyng,
The dochtir he weddit of Ameyre,
That erll wes þan of Vllisteyre
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A sone he gat wes callit Davy,
That wes his aire, and syne our king,
And Scotland had in gouernyng.
One hire he gat als dochteris twa:
Mald and Margret callit were þai.
The Erll of Suthereland in his lif
Tuke þis Margret till his wif.
Wpone hir þis erll gat
A sone þat Iohne wes callit; eftir þat
He ostage for his eme wes send
In Ingland, for at he wes kend
The King Davyis sister sone.
Thare were all his dais done.
Off þe toþer dochtir Mald
Off me sall ȝe heire na mare tald.
Erll Davy had þe thrid dochtir;
Henry þe Hastyngis weddit hir;
Thire come na froit of þat wedding;
Quhat suld be maire said of þat thing?
Henry þe Hastyngis weddit hir;
Thire come na froit of þat wedding;
Quhat suld be maire said of þat thing?
Eftire all þire generationis,
As þai rane in successionis,
Off Bruss or Ballioll be ȝoure sycht
Quhilk were mast like to haif þe rycht?
The Stewartis Originall
Maister Iohne Barbour tretit haill
In faire metyre, mare vertuously
Than I can think in my study,
Be gud continewatioun
In successive generatioun.
As þai rane in successionis,
Off Bruss or Ballioll be ȝoure sycht
Quhilk were mast like to haif þe rycht?
The Stewartis Originall
Maister Iohne Barbour tretit haill
In faire metyre, mare vertuously
Than I can think in my study,
Be gud continewatioun
In successive generatioun.
Off Murrave and of þe Dowglass,
How þat þare begynnyng wes,
Sen sindry men spekis syndrely,
I can put it in na story.
Bot in þare armes baith þai beire
The sternis nocht set in lik manere;
Till mony men at ȝit is sene,
Apperand like as þai had bene
Off a kyne be descens lynyall,
Or be branchis collaterall.
How þat þare begynnyng wes,
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I can put it in na story.
Bot in þare armes baith þai beire
The sternis nocht set in lik manere;
Till mony men at ȝit is sene,
Apperand like as þai had bene
Off a kyne be descens lynyall,
Or be branchis collaterall.
Off Ingland come þe Lyndsay;
Maire of þaim I can nocht say.
Maire of þaim I can nocht say.
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