 | The Valiant Scot |  |
Actus I.
Enter Halserigge, Thorne, Selby, and Sir Ieoffrey VViseacres.Tho.
Fellow colleagues, since it hath pleas'd our King,
Renowned Edward, of his speciall favour
To spheare us in this height of eminence,
And maks vs rulers over Scotland,
Lets shew our selves worthy the dignities
Conferred upon us.
Sel.
That's not by lenity,
For howsoere the armed hand of war
Ha's made them ours, they are a Nation
Haughty and full of spleen, and must be manag'd
With straighter reins and rougher bitts.
Tho.
Ahlas,
I finde them easie, tractable and mild,
Autority may with a slender twine
Hold in the strongest head, then what needs tyranny,
Vserein or bitt, by this all doubts are cleer'd,
'Tis alwayes better to be lov'd then fear'd?
And by your leave, Sir Thomas,
We have good reason to defend our own.
Sel.
You are as cleer of danger, and as free from foes.
Has.
As he that holds a hungry wolfe by th' eares,
With secrets, nor thy vassall with thy life,
Sound example proves it.
Ieof.
And private policy confirms it, I could urge reason
why, shew cause, wherefore, and speake to purpose
wherby, but my betters are in place, I know them to be
pregnant, and a ready wit's worth all.
Sel.
For our owne safeties then, and Englands honour.
Let not us lose what our King hardly wonne.
Has.
To that effect called we this solemne meeting,
To which we have summon'd divers: chiefly Wallace,
Late Sheriffe of Ayre, which office tho the King
Conferred on me, the haughty Scot thinks much
To tender up, observe his insolence.
Enter Wallace, and takes his place.
Sel.
Presumptuous Groom, this is a seat for Eagles,
And not for Haggards.
O. Wal.
Selbie 'tis a seat,
I, and my Grandsires Grandsire have enjoyed
And held with worship, and till Edwards hand
Remove me from't, Wallace will still posses't.
Sel.
Proud Wallace dares not.
O. Wal.
Selbie, both dares and doe,
And must, and will, tho subject unto Edward,
I me Selbies equall both in birth and place:
Tho in mine Office, Edward joyn'd you with me,
He never made you ruler over me.
Has.
You'le finde he did, reade that Commission,
And tell me then, if Selby or your self,
Be Sheriffe of Ayre.
O. Wal.
To what my King commands
I humbly bend, resigning on my knee
Both Staffe and Office.
Sel.
Which thus Selby breaks
Selby your Ruler, and with your place resigne
Your Castle and your Lands.
O. Wal.
That's not inserted in your Commission.
What the King has given I surrender,
For my Lands they'r still mine own,
Were purchas'd with the sweat of my deer Ancestors,
And ere I lose a pole, a foot, I or the smallest turfe a silly
Larke may build on, Ile lose life.
Sel.
At your own choice, either your lands or life,
Or both.
O. Wal.
Or neither, royall Edwards mercy
Sits above Selbies malice.
Sel.
Surly Groom,
Mercie's for subjects, by what Evidence,
Charter or Service do you hold your Land?
O. Wal.
Selby by none, that title which I had
I have given my sonne, a boy of that proud temper,
As should he heare thy insolent demand,
Would pluck thee from thy seat, and lay thy head
A satisfaction at his fathers feet,
But heavens forbid it, Selby thus it stands,
Thou hast my Office, and my sonne my Lands.
Sel.
He must shew how he holds 'em.
O. Wal.
So he can,
And Selby will shew evidence sufficient,
Mine, my deere Fathers, and my Grandsires sword.
He weares good evidence about him Selby,
And will upon the least occasion
Both shew and prove it lawfull.
Has.
If the sword be your best plea, y'ave but a naked title,
And by our autority we here command
You and your sonne at our next generall meeting,
To bring in your Surrender, or undergo
The penalty of traytors.
Enter Sir John Graham.
Oh you the patrons of poore injur'd subjects,
Do Graham justice, Selbies riotous sonne
Assisted by a crew of dissolutes!
Has stole my onely daughter, and intends
A violent Rape, or which more cuts my soule
A forced marriage.
Sel.
Inconsiderate foole,
The boy affects her, and with my consent
Intends a lawfull marriage, 'tis a favour
Her betters sue for.
Gra.
Oh let u'm hate, my bloud
Shall never enter league nor hold alliance
With him that hates my Country.
Sel.
Rest your thoughts,
He has her, if he likes her he shall wed her,
And Graham as a dowry shall enjoy
Thy present state, revenues, goods and lands,
Fret out thy soule, he shall.
Gra.
Shall?
Sel.
I, Sir shall,
It's the highest favour conquest can afford,
For a slave to joyn alliance with his Lord,
And Wallace see present surrender made
Or look for storms.
Jeof.
So say I too, and 'tis not the least part of policy, neither.
O. Wal.
Will have my Lands.
Exeunt.
Gra.
Inforce me give a dower.
Misery decre'd above comparison.
O. Wal.
Complain unto the King.
Gra.
The King alas.
I have heard a story how the subtle Fox
Having stole a Lambe, the family of sheep
Drew a petition, and withfull consent
Prefrr'd it to the Lion, he imploy'd
Appoints the Beare Commissioner, to take up
This bloudy difference; the Beare impannels
A partiall jury all of Wolves, they choose
The Fox their Fore-man, they consult and finde
The sheepish Nation guilty, and with generall breath,
Cast, judged, condemned, and sentenc'd all to death.
O. Wal.
Men should have souls.
Gra.
But tyrants being no men,
Have consequently none; complaints in slaves,
Are like to prayers made over dead mens graves,
Nor heard, nor pitied, heaven ha's impos'd a curse,
Which suffrance in time may cure, cōplaints make worse.
O. Wal.
Then as it is lets bear't, win heaven to friend
He that begins knows when and how to end.
Exeunt.
Enter yong Selby, and other gallants guarding Peggie.
Y. Sel.
Maske her, come Peg hide your Scottish face.
Peg.
Why shild I hayd my Scottis face, my Scottis face
is as gude as yare English feace, 'tis a true Scotties feace.
Y. Sel.
I know 'tis sweet Peggy, and because 'tis not a
picture for every Painter to draw forth, let this curtaine
be pind before it.
Peg.
Hange yare flee-flaps, na Scottis woeman is asheamed
a that luke, that the master painter abuise guifes
her, whare mun I gangand now, fay, fay, fay, what loifell
am I that am hurrand thus till and fra with sweards and
wapins, whay mun backerd men gang fencing and florishing
about me, am I yare may-game?
Y. Sel.
No Peggy, th'art my prisoner, but here's thy jaile.
Peg.
Are yee my jalor? what kin bin you to the hangman?
senu you? whare's hee? wha is that foule loone amang
you, that mun be my hangman?
Y. Sel.
Here's no man here your hangman, or your jailor.
Wha then be you?
Y. Sel.
Your friends that hold you only in bonds of love.
Peg.
I reckand mickle your luife, fay upon sike luife, the
awd fellon theef, luifand the truemans siller as you luifand
me, I'de rather be a Scutchmans whore, then an Englishmans
waife, and be dreave toth' Kirke with helters.
Y. Sel.
Tell mee what proud Scot loves thee, what
Scot dare touch thee now th'art Selbies?
Peg.
Hang thee, hang thee foule meazel'd lowne,
What Scuttishman darres guiff my luif understood
My case, on Gads deare earth yow sud no farder gange
As butchers kie toth the grund he sud yow bange.
2 Gall.
All mildnesse is in vain, take some rough course.
Y. Sel.
Toth' Church, away, Ile marry her there by force.
1 Gall.
Away with her.
Enter Wallace, Comming, and Mentith, Peggy runs to Wallace.
2 Gall.
Yonders Wallace, and's true.
Y. Sel.
The Devill and's dambe bee't, budge not.
Peg.
O my luife these Sotherne Carles mickle wrang
'gainst mee warcke, and now wad force mee gang untill
the Kirke, and marry Selby, Wallace my Io not I.
Y. Sel.
Vnhand that beauteous prize, proud slave, 'tis mine.
Wall.
Slave! th'art a villain Selby.
Y. Sel.
Are ye so brave.
Wall.
Look to my wench.
Com. Ment.
Kill 'em.
Wall.
We are no Stares to die by dozens.
Y. Sel.
Back, the quarrels mine, and if one single Scot
proud'st of your swarme dares answer me, step forth.
Wall.
Your first man I Sir.
Y. Sel.
Harke Gentlemen, let not so sleight a showre,
Which yet lies hid and wrapt in one poore cloud,
Into a generall storme, to many eyes
Of Scots and English shoots, quick lightning forth
Already, but your absence will allay
Those fires which else must kindle, get then away,
Take shelter in yon taverne.
Omnes.
Agreed.
Wall.
Look to my Peggie.
Exeunt.
Y. Sel.
Guard my love, hee and I will onely exchange
cold words.
Wall.
Now Sir, your cold words.
Y. Sel.
This Scotch Lasse I love.
Wall.
Is that all?
Y. Sel.
Yes.
Wall.
I love her too, can any words more cold,
Strike to your heart?
Y. Sel.
Is she your wife?
Wall.
No.
Y. Sel.
She's your whore.
Wall.
Vmh, neither.
Y. Sel.
She gangs with me then.
Wall.
But the dewlekens not whither,
If you can win her, weare her, she's wholly mine.
Y. Sel.
She is?
Wall.
She is, our Lasse are not English common,
I'me right Scotch bred, till death stick to a woman.
Y. Sel.
And to the death thou shalt, no more but this,
Thou shalt beare from me Scot.
Wall.
When?
Y. Sel.
Instantly.
Make time Sir, of your weapon, time, and place.
Wall.
This Whinyard.
Y. Sel.
This.
Wall.
Our swords do now agree, and of one length and
scantling.
Have to morrow or anon
If not as good now, 'tis the English fashion
To swagger it out, and then drink and then fight
And kill in cold bloud having slept sound all night,
And oftentimes all gash'd, the seconds fall,
When home in whole skins come the principall.
So about words, the Lawyer wrangling stands,
And loses in mean time his clients lands.
Y. Sel.
Do'st teach me fencing too in thy own school?
I'le beat thee or be beaten, one draws short breath.
Wall.
I feele no sicknesse.
Y. Sel.
Yet th'art neere thy death.
Fight.
Enter 2 Gallants, Coming, Mentith. Wallace loses his weapon.
1 Gal.
At it so hotly.
2 Gal.
Kill him, 'tis faire.
Y. Sel.
Inglorious conquest, for King Edwards crown,
I'de trample on no enemy were hee down.
There—if th'art well, part.
Wal.
I'le die, or in thy heart bloud wash this infamy.
Y. Sel.
Mercy on my soule.
Dies.
Com.
He's slain.
Men.
Away.
Wal.
Shift for your selves, 'twill prove a stormy day.
Exeunt.
A cry within murder, murder.
Enter old Selby, Thorn, Hasterig, Peggy, and the two Gallants.
Omn.
Search, call for Surgeons, follow the murderer.
Peg.
Wa is me, ligs my luife on the cawd ground,
Let me come kisse his frosty mouth.
What Scot ist?
Omn.
Oh, 'tis yong Selby!
O. Sel.
Ha' my sonne, who slue him?
1 Gal.
That fatall hand of Wallace.
O. Sel.
Follow the villain.
Peg.
Ize jocund and weel now.
Has.
Lay upon her fast hold.
Peg.
Hang me I reck not.
Tho.
Away with her to prison.
Exeunt.
Enter King Edward, Elinor, Percy, Beaumont, Grimsby, Prince, Sebastian, Bruce.
King.
Not all the bloud and treasure we have spent
Like zealous prodigals in Palestine,
Goes half so neer our heart, as that proud France,
Knowing our merit should bar us of our due.
Per.
France dares not.
K.
Yet he does.
Per.
'Twas not demanded.
Gri.
How, not demanded? thinks the bold Lord Percy,
That Grimsby dares not (lawfully employ'd) demand.
Per.
But not command.
Grim.
Yes command, Percy.
Per.
Grimsby, thou canst do well in Garison.
Weare shamoys for a grace, project for bloud,
Make eight dayes to one week, turn executioner,
And hangman like send fifty in one morning,
To feed the Crows, and live upon dead pay.
Grim.
He's a man worse then dead that—
Per.
Stop thy throat or—
Grim.
VVhat?
Per.
Ile cut it.
Grim.
Cut throat.
Per.
'Tis a trade,
Grim.
A man as good as—
Per.
A hangman.
Grim.
A foule blot
Lies in your throat.
Per.
Thy foul-mouth, wash it Scot.
Grim.
In Percies bloud Il'e wash't.
K.
Grimsby you leane
To hard upon our sufferance, and noble Percy.
Our honor'd second in all inward combats,
Thou hast too many worthy parts of man,
To throw thy self on this unequall hazzard,
Grimsby thou standst so much degreed below him,
Both in descent and eminent qualitie,
The many favours we have grac'd thee with,
Blush to have been conferr'd upon a man
No better temper'd.
Bruce.
May it please my Soveraigne
Confirme his grant touching—
K.
The Crown of Scotland,
Save other time, Grimsby th'ast raised
A storm which showers of bloud can hardly lay.
Grim.
Dread Liege,
If all the youthfull bloud that I have spent,
And wealthy honors that my sword hath wonne
Waving the Christian Standard in the face
Of the proud Pagan, in the holy Land,
Merit the name of hangman, Grimsby casts
Them and himselfe at royall Edwards feet,
And like an out-worn souldier, humbly begs,
No pension (but look Percy) nor yet office
But leave to leave the Court, and rich in stars
To lose more bloud, or win more worth in wars.
K.
VVe will not lose thee Grimsby, valiant Percy,
If love in us, or loyaltie in you,
Have any power.
My Soveraignes pleasure sits above my private passions.
K.
Then joyn hands,
Our subjects both the native of two Lands.
Per.
Friends Grimsby.
Grim.
Friends in shew,
But in my brest bloudy revenge lies ambush't.
Bruce.
Gracious Liege.
K.
Th'art no Musician, Bruce, thou keep'st false time,
We strike a bloudy lachrymæ to France,
And thou keep'st time to a Scotch ligge to armes.
Elenor.
Edward will be more kind to Christians.
K.
Let Christians be more honest then to Edward,
In expedition of this holy warre,
When France in person was enjoyn'd to march,
To work his safetie we engag'd our own,
Casheer'd his fainting souldiers, and on promise,
Of so much gold at our return, suppli'd
The French designes our selfe, and is our love,
And losse of bloud, halfe which at least had drop'd
Out of French bosomes, quittant with owe none,
Pillage and play the free-butter for more,
The news.
Enter Hasterig.
Has.
Dread Soveraigne, Scotland is infected
With a most dangerous surfet, it breaks out
In strong rebellion.
Edw.
This is your Kingdome Bruce.
Bru.
I have no hand in't tho.
K.
Shouldst have no head, did we but think it,
VVhose the chief?
Has.
One Wallace, a fellow meanly bred,
But spirited above beleefe.
K.
Some needy borderer.
How is our bosome parted, is their power
If we but thought thee touch'd in't, warlike Percy,
Beaumont and Sebastian fetch him in
Or with a second and more fatall conquest
Ruine that stubborne Nation.
Ellin.
Gracious Edward,
Tho war ha's made them subjects, heaven defend
Subjects should make 'em vassals.
K.
We conceit you.
If any officer of ours transgresse
Our will, or go beyond his bounds prefix't
VVee'l have his head, he our high worth depraves,
That our free subjects seek to make his slaves.
Has.
We do not.
K.
See we finde it not.
Ell.
Let Ellianor win so much favour as to march along
Tho conquer'd, 'las we are neighbours of one clime,
And live like them subject to change and time.
Grim.
Royall Edward,
Though Wallace and some spleenfull dissolutes
Wrong'd with the yoke of bondage cast it off:
Let not the whole Land suffer.
K.
Nor do we wish it Grimsby, should the fates
But turn the wheele we might with them change states,
Be Scotlands subjects, let but Rebellion kneele,
Wee'l weare soft mercy, and cast off rough steele.
Grim.
I'le undertake it.
K.
Let messengers be sent,
To question the proud Rebell, and if Grimsby
Faile in his plot, Northumberland and Clifford
Shall second him in armes, so slight a fo
Must not detain us from our French designes,
Our Queen ha's all our brest, and tho we might
Iustly perhaps confine your liberty,
Bruce, we inlarge it, giving you command
I have read this maxime in state policie.
Be sure to weare thy danger in thy eye,
France lights a Comet, Scotland a blazing Star,
Both seeke for bloud, wee'le quench um both with war.
Exeunt.
Enter yong Wallace, Coming, Mentith.
Com.
Prethee good Wallace.
Y. Wal.
Ill betides his soule,
That speaks of goodnesse, thinks or meditates
Of any goodnesse more then how to free
Imprison'd Peg.
Men.
But heare me.
Wal.
Laverek Castle weares but a slender bolt of brick.
Com.
Turn'd mad!
Wal.
And say the moat be fifty fathomes deep,
Fiftie times fiftie, say it reach through to hell,
Wallace will swim't.
Com.
Swim't, yes so wilt thrust an oxe into an Eg-shell,
And rost it by Moon-shine, but why should Wallace?
Wal.
Why should proud Selby, though his forward son
Were justly slain, imprison Peg?
Poor Lambe she is no murtherer.
Com.
In my conscience she ne're drew weapon
In anger in her life.
Men.
Not at sharp I think, but by your leave 'tis thought,
She ha's practis'd in private; put Wallace to foil, and made
Him lie at his hanging ward many a time and oft.
Enter Old Wallace, and Graham.
O. Wal.
Wher's my sonne?
Wal.
With Peggie, father, manacles of griefe,
Hang heavy on my sences.
Shake 'em off.
Shew thy self worthy him that thou call'st father,
Or Peggie dies.
Wal.
What thunderclap was that?
Able to waken death or shake the shrowd
From off a dead mans shoulders, Peggie dies,
Should thunder speak it, Wallace would sweare it lies,
Who spake that, fatall Nuntio?
O. Wal.
His breath.
That gave thee being, Haslerigs return'd.
Wal.
Whence, from the Devill?
O. W.
From England, and this instant
But thou com'st in, and yeeld thy self, her life
Dissolves to aire.
Wal.
The charitable Angels waft her to heaven.
Gra.
Resolve you then to lose her?
Wal.
How shall we save her, singly as I am
I will oppose me 'gainst the town of Lavercke,
Swim the vast moat, and with my trustie sword
Hew down the Castle-gates, dishinge the doores,
File off her irons, and through a wall of steele
Attempt her rescue.
O. W.
'Tis impossible.
Wal.
Impossible, what's the news from Englands?
O. W.
Grimsby the fire-brand of his Country
Comes to insnare you, on the heele of him
Treads a huge army led on by the Queen,
Percy and Clifford.
Om.
Torture and death itself cannot divide us.
Wal.
Sir John Graham, you shall be the engine
Our policie must work with, streight give out
That hearing of the English expedition,
Our faction is dissolv'd.
Gra.
Whats's this to Peggies rescue?
Wal.
Much, this rumour
And give us time and means to strengthen ours,
That once in act, repair to Hasterig,
Selby and Thorn, urge Peggies innocence,
And for her freedom and your own make faith,
To yeeld me prisoner, 'twill be no doubt excepted,
Your self once pardon'd, and your daughter free.
Gra.
What rests for Wallace?
Wal.
Prosper'd destinie,
If the great cause we undertake be good,
'Twill thrive, if not, be't washt in VVallace bloud.
Exeunt.
Enter Haslerig, Thorne, Selby, Sir Ieffrey.
Has.
Is it by generall Proclamation voic'd
That but proud VVallace yeild, Peg Graham dies,
Sir Ief.
The Cryers are all hoarse with balling of it.
Has.
T'is time for providence to stirre the King,
(I know not upon what complaints) pretends
This rank Rebellion rather, took his root
From wrongs in us, then treacheries in VVallace.
And sends his forces rather to examine
And question our demeanours, then their treasons.
We must prevent it, how think you, Sir Jeffery?
Sir Jef.
Troth even as you think, policie must prevent it.
Enter Messenger.
Mes.
Sir John Graham craves conference with the Cōmissioners.
Has.
Admit him.
Enter Sir Iohn Graham.
A man, me thinks, of your experience,
Your self in such a chain of counterfeits.
Io. Gra.
Nor have I Lords, but for your best advantage,
And Englands good, traitors and dottrels,
Are sold for all alike, he that will take them
Must seem to do as they do, imitate
Their vicious actions, strive to take upon him
Their idle follies, joyn companies, and drive
Them into a net suspectlesse.
Has.
So did not Graham.
Io. Gra.
Speak not before your knowledge, you detain
My onely daughter prisoner, will Selby
And his colleagues free her and pardon me,
If I dissolve the brood of traitors
And give up Wallace in bands?
Sel.
Let's daughter be produc'd.
Enter Peggie.
And th'execution for awhile deferr'd,
Though in her cause Selby ha's lost a sonne
And with him all content, so deer I tender
The peace of Scotland and my Soveraignes good,
As give the traitour to the hand of Law
And with her life take thine.
Ieff.
Good policie.
Peg.
Aye trowe, ye mean not Wallas his devoire,
And dowty valour merits mare repute nor
Sike fawe language.
Gra.
A fowle traitour,
I have converst with Wallace, thrown my selfe
Into his bosome, mingled thoughts with him,
And find him neither worthy of thy love,
Nor my alliance.
Peg.
Fay, sa, not sea, my bunny Wllace luifes me?
Yes as a Politician does a knave
For his own ends, hearing thy death proclaim'd,
But he come in, I told him on't, he smiled.
I urg'd thy love and constancy, still he smil'd,
And to confirm't he basely ha's cut off
All his associates, and given up himselfe
Wholly to me.
Peg.
Hawd therefor cherritie, and wad yee give
Him to his faes, that gave
His blood to your protect?
Enter Wallace, with a guard bound.
Gra.
I will and have,
For thine enlargement and my own I have,
No more, here comes the Rebell.
Wal.
Traiterous man,
Is this thy love? these thy deep promises?
Art thou their Aspies? See Selby here's the hand
Cleft thy sonnes heart.
Sel.
For which base villain I'le see thee hang'd.
Wal.
Thou knowest not thy own eyes,
May feed the Crows assoon as mine, Toads and Snakes
May dig their lodgings in thy brest,
And Devils make faggots of thy bones first,
But my sentence.
Sel.
Here, Graham, for thy service,
We enlarge thy beauteous daughter.
Wall.
A milde exchange,
Angels approve it.
Has.
Next, thee to thy Lands and Offices we restore.
Peg.
And what for Wallace?
Sel.
Race him from your thoughts.
Peg.
Rac'd byn his name furth the
Whayte buke of life that speaks it.
Hence.
Peg.
Dear Wallace, thoe ane shrude
Hawd not our bands, wees meet in yander cloud,
Whare na fell Southern now ther can extrude,
Nor bar us fra celestiall pulchritude,
Aid gange thy gate, till heaven, and as we slay,
Like turtle Dowes weese bill & find gude play.
Exit Peg.
Wall.
Rare resolution, what weak heart would faint,
Having so constant a companion?
Selby my soul's bound on a glorious voyage,
And would be free'd out of this jayle of flesh,
Then hinder not my voyage.
Jef.
'Tis not policie, wee'l rather set it forwards.
Has.
Raise a Gallowes fifty foot high,
ye shall not go by water, wee'l send you up a neerer way.
Wall.
All's one,
Axe, halter, famine, martyrdome, or fire,
All are but severall passages to heaven,
Let my soule go the furthest way about,
Come tir'd with tortures, shooting out my heart,
The deepest wounds, like strong Certificates
Find kindest welcome.
Enter Grimsby.
Gri.
Stay th'execution, and having read this Warrant, know
'Tis the Queens pleasure, you send in this traitour
Vnder my conduct to the English Campe:
Rebellion of this nature must be search'd,
With sharper torture.
Wall.
I outdare the worst,
He is no man that is afraid of death,
And Wallace his resolve shall out-live breath.
Gri.
'Tis but short-liv'd else, first see him bound and hud-winckt,
Then leave him to my care.
Bear with this Rebell, my love.
Has.
My service.
Jef.
And my policie to the good Queen and Ladies.
Grim.
Come Wallace, now your pride draws neer the fall.
Wal.
Why Grimsby, if I fall,
'Tis but to gather stronger force to rise,
For as a ball's thrown down to raise it higher,
So death's rebound shall make my soule aspire
The glorious clouds, so long I die secure.
Death cannot threat more then I dare endure.
Gri.
No not a man more then my private followers,
The Queen enjoyns it.
Exeunt Wa. and Gri.
Has.
Farwell, valiant Grimsby, and farwell danger.
Ief.
Policie and all.
Sel.
The traitors fled, and Wallace thus supprest,
My sons blouds paid, and his wrong'd ghost at rest.
Has.
And the whole land at quiet, wher's Sir Iohn Graham?
Wee'l joyn him partner in Commission,
'Twill be a means to make our party strong,
And keep down mutinies, search out old Wallace,
And hang the Carle at his own door, Sir Ieffrey,
Place tables in the streets, bonefires, and bels,
Since without cause they murmur, let u'm know
That with their knees wee'l make their proud harts bow.
Sir Jeffrey, be you Master of the Feast,
You keep the purse, if money fall out short,
Send out for more, you have commission for't.
Exeunt.
| The Valiant Scot | |