 | The Dwarf's part of the play |  |
[Droichis]
Hiry, hary, hubbilschow!
Se ȝe not quha is cum now,
Bot ȝit wait I nevir how,
With the quhirle wind?
A sargeand out of Sowdoun land,
A gyane strang for to stand,
That with the strenth of my hand
Beiris may bind.
Se ȝe not quha is cum now,
Bot ȝit wait I nevir how,
With the quhirle wind?
A sargeand out of Sowdoun land,
A gyane strang for to stand,
That with the strenth of my hand
Beiris may bind.
Bot ȝit I trow that I vary,
I am bot ane Blynd Hary,
That lang hes bene with the fary
Farlyis to fynd;
And ȝit gif this be not I,
I wait it is the spreit of Gy,
Or ellis fle be the sky,
And lycht as the lynd.
I am bot ane Blynd Hary,
That lang hes bene with the fary
Farlyis to fynd;
And ȝit gif this be not I,
I wait it is the spreit of Gy,
Or ellis fle be the sky,
And lycht as the lynd.
[The God of most magnificence
Conserf this fair presens,
And saif this amyable audiens
Grete of renoune.
Prowest, baillies, officeris,
And honerable induellaris,
Marchandis and familiaris
Of all this fair towne.]
Conserf this fair presens,
And saif this amyable audiens
Grete of renoune.
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And honerable induellaris,
Marchandis and familiaris
Of all this fair towne.]
Quha is cum heir bot I,
A bawld, busteous bellomy,
Amang ȝow all to cry a cry,
With ane michty soun?
That generit am of gyanis kynd,
Fra the strong Hercules be strynd,
Off all the Occident and Ynd,
My elderis woir the croun.
A bawld, busteous bellomy,
Amang ȝow all to cry a cry,
With ane michty soun?
That generit am of gyanis kynd,
Fra the strong Hercules be strynd,
Off all the Occident and Ynd,
My elderis woir the croun.
My foir grandschir, hecht Fyn Mackcowll,
That dang the Devill and gart him ȝowll,
The skyis raind quhen he wald [scowle]
He trublit all the air:
He gat my gudschir Gog Magog;
He, quhen he dansit, the warld wald schog;
Ten thowsand ellis ȝeid in his frog
Off Heland plaidis and mair.
That dang the Devill and gart him ȝowll,
The skyis raind quhen he wald [scowle]
He trublit all the air:
He gat my gudschir Gog Magog;
He, quhen he dansit, the warld wald schog;
Ten thowsand ellis ȝeid in his frog
Off Heland plaidis and mair.
And ȝit he wes of tendir ȝowth;
Bot eftir he grew mekle at fowth,
Ellevin myle wyd mett was his mowth,
His teith wes ten myle squair.
He wald vpoun his tais vp stand,
And tak the starnis doun with his hand,
And sett thame in a gold garland
Aboif his wyvis hair.
Bot eftir he grew mekle at fowth,
Ellevin myle wyd mett was his mowth,
His teith wes ten myle squair.
He wald vpoun his tais vp stand,
And tak the starnis doun with his hand,
And sett thame in a gold garland
Aboif his wyvis hair.
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He had a wyf was mekle of clift,
Hir heid wan heichar nor the lift;
The hevin reirdit quhen scho wald rift;
The lass was na thing sklendir:
Scho spatt Lochlomound with hir lippis;
Thundir and fyreflawcht flaw fra hir hippis;
Quhen scho was crabbit the sone thold clippis;
The Feynd durst nocht offend hir.
Hir heid wan heichar nor the lift;
The hevin reirdit quhen scho wald rift;
The lass was na thing sklendir:
Scho spatt Lochlomound with hir lippis;
Thundir and fyreflawcht flaw fra hir hippis;
Quhen scho was crabbit the sone thold clippis;
The Feynd durst nocht offend hir.
For cawld scho tuke the fevir cartane,
For all the claith in France and Bartane,
Wald not be to hir leg a gartane,
Thocht scho was ȝoung and tendir;
Vpoun a nicht heir in the north,
Scho tuke the gravall and staild Craig Gorth,
And pischit the grit watter of Forth,
Sic tyd ran eftir hend hir.
For all the claith in France and Bartane,
Wald not be to hir leg a gartane,
Thocht scho was ȝoung and tendir;
Vpoun a nicht heir in the north,
Scho tuke the gravall and staild Craig Gorth,
And pischit the grit watter of Forth,
Sic tyd ran eftir hend hir.
Ȝit ane thing writtin of hir I fynd,
In Yrland quhen scho blew behind,
At Norway coist scho raisit the wynd,
And grit schippis drownit thair.
Scho fischit all the Spanȝie seyis,
With hir sark lap betuix hir theyis;
Thre dayis saling betuix hir kneyis
It was estemid and mair.
In Yrland quhen scho blew behind,
At Norway coist scho raisit the wynd,
And grit schippis drownit thair.
Scho fischit all the Spanȝie seyis,
With hir sark lap betuix hir theyis;
Thre dayis saling betuix hir kneyis
It was estemid and mair.
The hingand brayis on adir syde
Scho powtterit with hir lymmis wyde;
Lassis micht leir at hir to stryde,
Wald ga to luvaris lair.
Scho markit to the land with mirth;
Scho pischit fyve quhailis in the Firth,
That croppin war in hir geig for girth,
Walterand amang the wair.
Scho powtterit with hir lymmis wyde;
Lassis micht leir at hir to stryde,
Wald ga to luvaris lair.
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Scho pischit fyve quhailis in the Firth,
That croppin war in hir geig for girth,
Walterand amang the wair.
My fader, mekle Gow McMorne,
Owt of his moderis wame was schorne;
For littilnes scho was forlorne,
Siche ane kemp to beir:
Or he of aige was ȝeiris thre,
He wald step over the occiane sie;
The mone sprang nevir abone his kne,
The hevins had of him feir.
Owt of his moderis wame was schorne;
For littilnes scho was forlorne,
Siche ane kemp to beir:
Or he of aige was ȝeiris thre,
He wald step over the occiane sie;
The mone sprang nevir abone his kne,
The hevins had of him feir.
Ane thowsand ȝeir is past fra mynd,
Sen I was generid of his kynd,
Far furth in the desertis of Ynd,
Amang lyoun and beir:
Worthie King Arthour and Gawane,
And mony a bawld berne of Bartane,
Ar deid and in the weiris ar slane,
Sen I cowld weild a speir.
Sen I was generid of his kynd,
Far furth in the desertis of Ynd,
Amang lyoun and beir:
Worthie King Arthour and Gawane,
And mony a bawld berne of Bartane,
Ar deid and in the weiris ar slane,
Sen I cowld weild a speir.
Sophie and the Sowdoun strang,
With weiris that hes lestit lang,
Owt of thair boundis hes maid me gang,
And turne to Turky tyte.
The King of Francis grit army
Hes brocht in derth in Lumbardy,
That in the cuntre he and I
Can nocht dwell baith perfyte.
With weiris that hes lestit lang,
Owt of thair boundis hes maid me gang,
And turne to Turky tyte.
The King of Francis grit army
Hes brocht in derth in Lumbardy,
That in the cuntre he and I
Can nocht dwell baith perfyte.
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Swadrik, Denmark, and Norraway,
Nor in the Steiddis I dar nocht ga;
Thair is nocht thair bot [tak] and slae,
Cut throppillis and mak quyte.
Yrland for evir I haif reffusit,
All wyismen will hald me excusit,
For nevir in land quhair Eriche was vsit,
To dwell had I dellyte.
Nor in the Steiddis I dar nocht ga;
Thair is nocht thair bot [tak] and slae,
Cut throppillis and mak quyte.
Yrland for evir I haif reffusit,
All wyismen will hald me excusit,
For nevir in land quhair Eriche was vsit,
To dwell had I dellyte.
[Quharfor in Scotland come I heir
With ȝow to byde and perseveir,
In Edinburgh quhar is meriast cheir,
Plesans, disport and play,
Quhilk is the lampe and A per se
Of this regioun in all degre
Of welefair and of honeste
Renoun and riche aray.]
With ȝow to byde and perseveir,
In Edinburgh quhar is meriast cheir,
Plesans, disport and play,
Quhilk is the lampe and A per se
Of this regioun in all degre
Of welefair and of honeste
Renoun and riche aray.]
I haif bene formest evir in feild,
And now sa lang I haif borne scheild,
That I am crynit in for eild
This littill, as ȝe may sie.
I haif bene banest vndir the lynd
This lang tyme, that nane cowld me fynd,
Quhill now with this last eistin wynd,
I am cum heir perdie.
And now sa lang I haif borne scheild,
That I am crynit in for eild
This littill, as ȝe may sie.
I haif bene banest vndir the lynd
This lang tyme, that nane cowld me fynd,
Quhill now with this last eistin wynd,
I am cum heir perdie.
My name is Welth, thairfoir be blyth,
I am cum confort ȝow to kyth;
Suppois wrechis will waill and wryth,
All darth I sall gar die;
For certanelie, the trewth to tell,
I cum amang ȝow for to dwell,
Far fra the sound of curphour bell
To dwell thinkis nevir me.
I am cum confort ȝow to kyth;
Suppois wrechis will waill and wryth,
All darth I sall gar die;
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I cum amang ȝow for to dwell,
Far fra the sound of curphour bell
To dwell thinkis nevir me.
[Sen I am Welth cumyn to this wane,
Ȝe noble merchandis ever ilkane
Address ȝow furth with bow and flane
In lusty grene lufraye,
And follow furth on Robyn Hude,
With hartis coragious and gud,
And thocht that wretchis wald ga wod,
Of worschipe hald the way.
Ȝe noble merchandis ever ilkane
Address ȝow furth with bow and flane
In lusty grene lufraye,
And follow furth on Robyn Hude,
With hartis coragious and gud,
And thocht that wretchis wald ga wod,
Of worschipe hald the way.
For I and my thre feres aye,
Weilfair, Wantoness and Play,
Sall byde with ȝou in all affray,
And cair put clene to flicht,
And we sall dredless ws address
To banis derth and all distress
And with all sportis and meryness
Ȝour hartis hald evir on hicht.]
Weilfair, Wantoness and Play,
Sall byde with ȝou in all affray,
And cair put clene to flicht,
And we sall dredless ws address
To banis derth and all distress
And with all sportis and meryness
Ȝour hartis hald evir on hicht.]
Now sen I am suche quantetie
Off gyanis cum, as ȝe may sie,
Quhair wilbe gottin a wyfe to me
Off siclyk breid and hicht?
In all this boure is nocht a bryde
Ane houre I wait dar me abyde,
Ȝit trow ȝe ony heir besyde,
Micht suffir me all nicht.
Off gyanis cum, as ȝe may sie,
Quhair wilbe gottin a wyfe to me
Off siclyk breid and hicht?
In all this boure is nocht a bryde
Ane houre I wait dar me abyde,
Ȝit trow ȝe ony heir besyde,
Micht suffir me all nicht.
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[With ȝou sen I mon leid my lyf
Gar sers baith Louthiane and Fyf
And vale to me a mekle wyf,
A gret ungracious gan,
Sen scho is gane the Gret Forlore]
[Of Babylon, that I full yore
Espousit quhan we tocher store
Fra gud Sanct Dawy wan.]
Gar sers baith Louthiane and Fyf
And vale to me a mekle wyf,
A gret ungracious gan,
Sen scho is gane the Gret Forlore]
[Of Babylon, that I full yore
Espousit quhan we tocher store
Fra gud Sanct Dawy wan.]
Adow, fair weill! for now I go,
Bot I will nocht lang byd ȝow fro;
Chryst ȝow conserve fra every wo,
Baith madin, wyf and man;
God bliss thame, and the Haly Rude,
Givis me a drink sa it be gude;
And quha trowis best that I do lude,
Skynk first to me the can.
Bot I will nocht lang byd ȝow fro;
Chryst ȝow conserve fra every wo,
Baith madin, wyf and man;
God bliss thame, and the Haly Rude,
Givis me a drink sa it be gude;
And quha trowis best that I do lude,
Skynk first to me the can.
Finis off the Droichis Pairt of the Play.
| The Dwarf's part of the play | |