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 CLXXIV. The Original Chronicle of Andrew of Wyntoun |  |
CHAPTER CLXXIV.
How Edinburgh Castell wonnyng wes
Throu Walter of Towryis wiss purches.
Throu Walter of Towryis wiss purches.
A thousand and thre hundreth gane,
And fourty ȝeris and þarto ane,
Worthy William of Dowglass
In till his hert rycht angry was,
That Edinburgh Castell swa
Wrocht þe cuntre mekle wa,
Standand in þe hert of oure land,
And sa lang in our fais hand.
He thocht to cast a iuperdyis,
And tretit with Walter of Towrys,
That of Edinburgh wes a burges,
And aldirman of it þat tyme wes.
He purwayit a schip at Dunde,
And hardy men þarin did he;
William Fresall wes ane of þai,
And Ȝoachim of Kynbuk alsua,
And William Bullo, þat wes þan
The King of Scotlandis suorne man,
And mony oþer gud men alsua,
That wicht and worthy were wiþ þai,
That fenȝeit þaim to be merchans,
That þidder were cummyn on þar chance
Out of Ingland wiþ quheit and wyne,
And with oþer sindry thingis syne.
Till Inchekeith þai come in hys,
And gert þis ilk Watter of Towrys
Pass to þe castell, and þare say
That merchiandis of Ingland were þai,
That had maid þidder þare travale
With wyne, and walx, and oþer wittale;
And, for his manteinyng,
Thai wald send him in þe mornyng
A presand of wittale and wyne;
And, wald he by mare, he suld syne
At his will, gif he wald, by;
And at þe maister wald airly
Cum, and a part of his schipmen,
To speke wiþ him; and he bad þen
Lat þaim cum hardely him till,
For þai suld enter at þar will.
He bad þe portar sone þat he
Suld mak redy þe entre;
And he said at he suld do sa.
Than Watter has tane his leif to ga,
That sped had wonder weill his neid.
Doune to þe schip in hy he ȝeid,
And tald þaim all how he had done.
Syne to þe Dowglass send he sone,
That in þe waillis nere by
Enbuschit him þat nycht prevely.
And fourty ȝeris and þarto ane,
Worthy William of Dowglass
In till his hert rycht angry was,
That Edinburgh Castell swa
Wrocht þe cuntre mekle wa,
Standand in þe hert of oure land,
And sa lang in our fais hand.
He thocht to cast a iuperdyis,
And tretit with Walter of Towrys,
That of Edinburgh wes a burges,
And aldirman of it þat tyme wes.
He purwayit a schip at Dunde,
And hardy men þarin did he;
William Fresall wes ane of þai,
And Ȝoachim of Kynbuk alsua,
And William Bullo, þat wes þan
The King of Scotlandis suorne man,
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That wicht and worthy were wiþ þai,
That fenȝeit þaim to be merchans,
That þidder were cummyn on þar chance
Out of Ingland wiþ quheit and wyne,
And with oþer sindry thingis syne.
Till Inchekeith þai come in hys,
And gert þis ilk Watter of Towrys
Pass to þe castell, and þare say
That merchiandis of Ingland were þai,
That had maid þidder þare travale
With wyne, and walx, and oþer wittale;
And, for his manteinyng,
Thai wald send him in þe mornyng
A presand of wittale and wyne;
And, wald he by mare, he suld syne
At his will, gif he wald, by;
And at þe maister wald airly
Cum, and a part of his schipmen,
To speke wiþ him; and he bad þen
Lat þaim cum hardely him till,
For þai suld enter at þar will.
He bad þe portar sone þat he
Suld mak redy þe entre;
And he said at he suld do sa.
Than Watter has tane his leif to ga,
That sped had wonder weill his neid.
Doune to þe schip in hy he ȝeid,
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Syne to þe Dowglass send he sone,
That in þe waillis nere by
Enbuschit him þat nycht prevely.
The schipmen sone in þe mornyng
Tursit on twa horss þar flitting;
And ane of þaim tuke crelis baire,
That coverit weill wiþ clathis ware;
The toþer bare barellis ferreyis twa
Full of watter, þat gert þai ga
Forouth, and þai xii. all followand,
Ilkman a gud burdoun in hand,
And roid frogis on thare armyng,
To heill þaim with for persauing;
And all þar berdis schawyne ware.
Watter of Towrys wes with þaim þare,
That squyarit þaim vpwart þe gait,
And ȝeid befor þaim to þe ȝate,
And said to þe portar: “Þir ar þai,
The capitane spak of ȝisterday;
Opin þe ȝet onone,” said he.
Him had bene better haif lattin it be.
The mekle ȝet he opnit þan,
And he, þat nixt wes till him, ran,
And laid him to þe erd in hys.
A staff þan tuke Watter of Towrys,
And set vnder þe port culiss,
That it mycht cum doune on na wiss.
And syne baith crelis and colis with all
Vpon þe turnepike leit he fall;
And þan ane blew a horne in hy.
Than in þe castell raiss þe scry;
The folk fast sped þaim to þe ȝate;
Bot þai fand stout portaris þarat,
That þaim recounterit sturdely.
Thai faucht a quhile rycht cruelly,
Ay till at William of Douglas,
That in þe waillis enbuschit was,
Herd þe gret noyis and þe cry.
Than to þe castell hastely
He sped him, and quhen he come þare,
He fand þaim fechtand, less and mare;
Bot he þat bargane stancheit sone,
And in schort tyme sa has he done,
That he þe castell all has tane,
And wan þe castellwartis ilkane.
And sum he tuke, and sum he slew,
And sum slaid doune oure crag and hew.
The ȝettis gert he keip wysly.
Thai of þe toune come in gret hy,
And become Scottismen full swith,
For of þat wynnyng þai were blith.
Tursit on twa horss þar flitting;
And ane of þaim tuke crelis baire,
That coverit weill wiþ clathis ware;
The toþer bare barellis ferreyis twa
Full of watter, þat gert þai ga
Forouth, and þai xii. all followand,
Ilkman a gud burdoun in hand,
And roid frogis on thare armyng,
To heill þaim with for persauing;
And all þar berdis schawyne ware.
Watter of Towrys wes with þaim þare,
That squyarit þaim vpwart þe gait,
And ȝeid befor þaim to þe ȝate,
And said to þe portar: “Þir ar þai,
The capitane spak of ȝisterday;
Opin þe ȝet onone,” said he.
Him had bene better haif lattin it be.
The mekle ȝet he opnit þan,
And he, þat nixt wes till him, ran,
And laid him to þe erd in hys.
A staff þan tuke Watter of Towrys,
And set vnder þe port culiss,
That it mycht cum doune on na wiss.
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Vpon þe turnepike leit he fall;
And þan ane blew a horne in hy.
Than in þe castell raiss þe scry;
The folk fast sped þaim to þe ȝate;
Bot þai fand stout portaris þarat,
That þaim recounterit sturdely.
Thai faucht a quhile rycht cruelly,
Ay till at William of Douglas,
That in þe waillis enbuschit was,
Herd þe gret noyis and þe cry.
Than to þe castell hastely
He sped him, and quhen he come þare,
He fand þaim fechtand, less and mare;
Bot he þat bargane stancheit sone,
And in schort tyme sa has he done,
That he þe castell all has tane,
And wan þe castellwartis ilkane.
And sum he tuke, and sum he slew,
And sum slaid doune oure crag and hew.
The ȝettis gert he keip wysly.
Thai of þe toune come in gret hy,
And become Scottismen full swith,
For of þat wynnyng þai were blith.
| CHAPTER CLXXIV. The Original Chronicle of Andrew of Wyntoun | |