DECASTICHON VIRULENTUM IN GALERATUM LYCAONTA MARINUM, &c.

[115] Here after foloweth a lytell boke, &c.] From the ed. by Kele, n. d., collated with that by Wyght, n. d., with that by Kytson, n. d., and with Marshe’s ed. of Skelton’s Workes, 1568.

[116] nat] Other eds. “not.”

[117] The relucent mirror, &c.... by Skelton] So Marshe’s ed. Not in other eds.

[118] All noble men, &c.] These twenty-eight introductory lines, which are found in all the eds. of this poem, are also printed as a distinct piece, in the various editions of Certaine bokes compyled by Mayster Skelton, &c., n. d., and in Marshe’s ed. of Skelton’s Workes, 1568.

[119] in] Certayne bokes, &c., and the distinct piece in Marshe’s ed., “of.”

[120] Sapyence] Eds. of Kytson, and (in both places) Marshe, and all eds. but one of Certaine bokes, &c., “Pacyence” (with various spelling).

[121] Thorow] So (with various spelling) Certaine bokes, &c., and the distinct piece in Marshe’s ed. Other eds. “Through.”

[122] And] Certaine bokes, &c., and the distinct piece in Marshe’s ed., “That.”

[123] mille] Other eds. “in ille.”

[124] cannat] Other eds. “cannot.”

[125] So] Other eds. “To.”

[126] reconed] Other eds. “recouered.”

[127] a] Not in eds. of Kytson, and Marshe.

[128] some] Not in other eds.

[129] ben] Other eds. “be.”

[130] The] Eds. “They.”

[131] males] Eds. “wales.” See notes.

[132] do] Not in eds. of Kytson, and Marshe.

[133] crauynge] Kele’s ed. “crauyne.” Other eds. “crauyng.”

[134] Scot] So other eds. Kele’s ed. “scote.”

[135] his] So other eds. Kele’s ed. “hes.”

[136] Bothombar] Other eds. “Bothambar.”

[137] made] So other eds. Kele’s ed. “mad.”

[138] lent] Marshe’s ed. “sent.”

[139] to] So other eds. Kele’s ed. “in to.”

[140] nat] Other eds. “not.”

[141] made] So other eds. Kele’s ed. “mad.”

[142] vrcheons] Eds. of Kytson, and Marshe, “heons.”

[143] They] So other eds. Kele’s ed. “Thy.”

[144] Starres] Kele’s ed. “sterres.” Other eds. “sters” and “stars.”

[145] nat] Other eds. “not.”

[146] Hood] So other eds. Kele’s ed. “hode.”

[147] Philargerya] So other eds. Kele’s ed. “Philargera.”

[148] damosell] Other eds. “damsell.”

[149] ypocras] Kele’s ed. “ypocrus.” Other eds. “ipocras.”

[150] capons] So other eds. Kele’s ed. “copons.”

[151] &c.] Not in other eds.

[152] newes] So other eds. Kele’s ed. “news” here, but not in the earlier part of this, nor in the next line.

[153] the] Eds. of Wyght, and Marshe, “that.”

[154] Guilliam] Other eds. “Gilliam.”

[155] nat] Other eds. “not.”

[156] grugyd] Other eds. “grudge.”

[157] nat] Other eds. “not.”

[158] hoste] So other eds. Kele’s ed. “hoost.”

[159] crack] Other eds. “crake.”

[160] they] So other eds. Kele’s ed. “the.”

[161] that] So other eds. Not in Kele’s ed.

[162] Nat] Other eds. “Not.”

[163] Rynne] Other eds. “Runne.”

[164] nat] Other eds. “not.”

[165] at dur] Other eds. “a dur.”

[166] maketh them to] Other eds. “make to.”

[167] nat] Other eds. “not.”

[168] nat] Other eds. “not.”

[169] must] Not in Marshe’s ed.

[170] stalworthy] Eds. of Kytson, and Marshe, “tall worthy.”

[171] There] Eds. of Kytson, and Marshe, “her” and “Her.”

[172] hyder] Other eds. “hither.”

[173] Nat] Other eds. “Not.”

[174] nat] Other eds. “not.”

[175] Ones] Other eds. “Once.”

[176] nat] Other eds, “not.”

[177] canon] So other eds. Kele’s ed. “conon.”

[178] By] Marshe’s ed. “But.”

[179] kyng] Kele’s ed. “dkeyng.” Other eds. “king.”

[180] and] So other eds. Kele’s ed. “an.”

[181] into] Marshe’s ed. “in.”

[182] a cæciam] Eds. “Acisiam:” see a similar misprint in v. 476. Compare v. 472. The Rev. J. Mitford conjectured “acrisiam” (judicii inopiam).

[183] a Mamelek] Eds. “Amamelek.”

[184] the] Eds. of Kytson, and Marshe, “they be.”

[185] togeder] Other eds. “together.”

[186] nat] Other eds. “not.”

[187] nat] Other eds. “not.”

[188] nat] Other eds. “not.”

[189] cotyd] Eds. of Kytson, and Marshe, “noted.”

[190] ryall] Other eds. “royall.”

[191] nat] Other eds. “not.”

[192] nat] Other eds. “not.”

[193] nat] Other eds. “not.”

[194] reame] Other eds. “realm.”

[195] wonders] Other eds. “wonderous.”

[196] nat] Other eds. “not.”

[197] nat] Other eds. “not.”

[198] wottith nat] Other eds. “wot not.”

[199] nat] Other eds. “not.”

[200] practyue] Other eds. “practique.”

[201] And] Perhaps ought to be thrown out. Compare v. 1062.

[202] Nat] Other eds. “Not.”

[203] eare] Marshe’s ed. “eares.”

[204] perceyued] So other eds. Kele’s ed. “perceyuid.”

[205] nat] Other eds. “not.”

[206] cacodemonyall] Eds. (with various spelling) “cacademonyall:” but compare the preceding line.

[207] prothonotory] So other eds. Kele’s ed. “prothonetory.”

[208] nat] Other eds. “not.”

[209] larger] Marshe’s ed. “large.”

[210] trechery] So other eds. Kele’s ed. “terchery.”

[211] warke] Other eds. “worke.”

[212] Pytchars] The Editor of 1736 printed “Pytchars and”—without the authority, I believe, of any old ed.

[213] cupborde] So other eds. Kele’s ed. here (but not previously, see v. 898) “copborde.”

[214] An] So other eds. Kele’s ed. “And.”

[215] nat] Other eds. “not.”

[216] of] Not in other eds.

[217] realmys] Marshe’s ed. “realme.”

[218] Brose] Other eds. “Bruse.”

[219] Lucyfer] Kele’s ed. “Lucyfers.” Other eds. “Lucifer.”

[220] nat] Other eds. “not.”

[221] nat] Other eds. “not.”

[222] dyscrecyon] Eds. of Kele, Wyght, and Kytson (with various spelling), “dystrectyon.” Marshe’s ed. “discretion.”

[223] his] Other eds. “him.”

[224] named] Marshe’s ed. “name.”

[225] flytynge] Eds. of Kytson, and Marshe, “fiting.”

[226] And] Perhaps ought to be thrown out. Compare v. 735.

[227] ony] Other eds. “any.”

[228] for] Not in eds. of Kytson, and Marshe.

[229] of] Not in Marshe’s ed.

[230] obedyence] Kele’s ed. “obedynce.” Other eds. “obedience.”

[231] me] So other eds. Kele’s ed. “we.”

[232] And] Eds. of Kytson, and Marshe, “That.”

[233] afore] Eds. of Kytson, and Marshe, “before.”

[234] they] So other eds. Kele’s ed. “the.”

[235] nat] Other eds. “not.”

[236] nat] Other eds. “not.”

[237] nose] Marshe’s ed. “pose.”

[238] pose] Kytson’s ed. “nose.”

[239] put] Wyght’s ed. “but.”

[240] nat] Other eds. “not.”

[241] nat] Other eds. “not.”

[242] hood] So other eds. Kele’s ed. “hode.”

[243] nat] Other eds. “not.”

[244] nat] Other eds. “not.”

[245] Pandulphum] Other eds. “pandulohum.”

[246] elongatum] Marshe’s ed. “longatum.”

[247] cataplasmate stratum] Eds. “cataplasmati statum.”

[248] Pharmacopolæ] Eds. (with various spelling) “Pharmacapoli.”

[249] Quo] Marshe’s ed. “Quod.”

[250] cacet] Other eds. “caret.”

[251] quum surget in altum] Not in Marshe’s ed.

[252] ad] Eds. “an.”

[253] citante] Eds. “citanto” and “citando.”

[254] aselli] Eds. “aguile:” compare the second line. The Editor of 1736 printed “asini.”

[255] en] Eds. “eu.”

[256] mulum] Other eds. “multum.”

Reioyse, Englande,

And vnderstande

These tidinges newe,

Whiche be as trewe

As the gospell:

This duke so fell

Of Albany,

So cowardly,

With all his hoost

Of the Scottyshe coost, 10

For all theyr boost,

Fledde lyke a beest;

Wherfore to ieste

Is my delyght

Of this cowarde knyght,

And for to wright

In the dispyght

Of the Scottes ranke

Of Huntley banke,

Of Lowdyan, 20

Of Locryan,

And the ragged ray

Of Galaway.

Dunbar, Dunde,

Ye shall trowe me,

False Scottes are ye:

Your hartes sore faynted,

And so [258] attaynted,

Lyke cowardes starke,

At the castell of Warke, 30

By the water of Twede,

Ye had euill spede;

Lyke cankerd curres,

Ye loste your spurres,

For in that fraye

Ye ranne awaye,

With, hey, dogge, hay!

For Sir William Lyle

Within shorte whyle,

That valiaunt knyght, 40

Putte you to flyght;

By his valyaunce

Two thousande [259] of Fraunce

There he putte backe,

To your great lacke,

And vtter shame

Of your Scottysshe name.

Your chefe cheftayne,

Voyde of all brayne,

Duke of all Albany, 50

Than shamefuly

He reculed backe,

To his great lacke,

Whan he herde tell

That my lorde amrell

Was comyng downe,

To make hym frowne

And to make hym lowre,

With the noble powre

Of my lorde cardynall, 60

As an hoost royall,

After the auncient manner,

With sainct Cutberdes banner,

And sainct Williams also;

Your capitayne ranne to go,

To go, to go, to go,

And brake vp all his hoost;

For all his crake and bost,

Lyke a cowarde knyght,

He fledde, and durst nat fyght, 70

He ranne awaye by night.

But now must I

Your Duke ascry

Of Albany

With a worde or twayne

In sentence playne.

Ye duke so doutty,

So sterne, so stoutty,

In shorte sentens,

Of your pretens 80

What is the grounde,

Breuely and rounde

To me expounde,

Or els wyll I

Euydently

Shewe as it is;

For the cause is this,

Howe ye pretende

For to defende

The yonge Scottyshe kyng, 90

But ye meane a thyng,

And ye coude bryng

The matter about,

To putte his eyes out

And put hym downe,

And set hys crowne

On your owne heed

Whan he were deed.

Such trechery

And traytory 100

Is all your cast;

Thus ye haue compast

With the Frenche kyng

A fals rekenyng

To enuade Englande,

As I vnderstande:

But our kyng royall,

Whose name ouer all,

Noble Henry the eyght,

Shall cast a beyght, 110

And sette suche a snare,

That shall cast you in care,

Bothe Kyng Fraunces and thé,

That knowen ye shall be

For the moost recrayd

Cowardes afrayd,

And falsest forsworne,

That euer were borne.

O ye wretched Scottes,

Ye puaunt pyspottes, 120

It shalbe your lottes

To be knytte vp with knottes

Of halters and ropes

About your traytours throtes!

O Scottes pariured,

Vnhaply vred,

Ye may be assured

Your falshod discured

It is and shal be

From the Scottish se 130

Vnto Gabione!

For ye be false echone,

False and false agayne,

Neuer true nor playne,

But flery, flatter, and fayne,

And euer to remayne

In wretched beggary

And maungy misery,

In lousy lothsumnesse

And scabbed scorffynesse, 140

And in abhominacion

Of all maner of nacion,

Nacion moost in hate,

Proude and poore of state.

Twyt, Scot, go kepe thy den,

Mell nat with Englyshe men;

Thou dyd nothyng but barke

At the castell of Warke.

Twyt, Scot, yet agayne ones,

We shall breke thy bones, 150

And hang you vpon polles,

And byrne you all to colles;

With, twyt, Scot, twyt, Scot, twyt,

Walke, Scot, go begge a byt

Of brede at ylke mannes hecke:

The fynde, Scot, breke thy necke!

Twyt, Scot, agayne I saye,

Twyt, Scot of Galaway,

Twyt, Scot, shake thy dogge,[260] hay!

Twyt, Scot, thou ran away. 160

We set nat a flye

By your Duke of Albany;

We set nat a prane

By suche a dronken drane;

We set nat a myght

By suche a cowarde knyght,

Suche a proude palyarde,

Suche a skyrgaliarde,

Suche a starke cowarde,

Suche a proude pultrowne, 170

Suche a foule coystrowne,

Suche a doutty dagswayne;

Sende him to F[r]aunce agayne,

To bring with hym more brayne

From Kynge Fraunces of Frauns:

God sende them bothe myschauns!

Ye Scottes all the rable,

Ye shall neuer be hable

With vs for to compare;

What though ye stampe and stare? 180

God sende you sorow and care!

With vs whan euer ye mell,

Yet we bear away the bell,

Whan ye cankerd knaues

Must crepe into your caues

Your heedes for to hyde,

For ye dare nat abyde.

Sir Duke of Albany,

Right inconuenyently

Ye rage and ye raue, 190

And your worshyp depraue:

Nat lyke Duke Hamylcar,

With the Romayns that made war,

Nor lyke his sonne Hanyball,

Nor lyke Duke Hasdruball

Of Cartage in Aphrike;

Yet somwhat ye be lyke

In some of their condicions,

And their false sedycions,

And their dealyng double, 200

And their weywarde trouble:

But yet they were bolde,

And manly manyfolde,

Their enemyes to assayle

In playn felde and battayle;

But ye and your hoost,

Full of bragge and boost,

And full of waste wynde,

Howe ye wyll beres bynde,

And the deuill downe dynge, 210

Yet ye dare do nothynge,

But lepe away lyke frogges,

And hyde you vnder logges,

Lyke pygges and lyke hogges,

And lyke maungy dogges.

What an army were ye?

Or what actyuyte

Is in you, beggers braules,

Full of scabbes and scaules,

Of vermyne and of lyce, 220

And of all maner vyce?

Syr duke, nay, syr ducke,

Syr drake of the lake, sir ducke

Of the donghyll, for small lucke

Ye haue in feates of warre;

Ye make nought, but ye marre;

Ye are a fals entrusar,

And a fals abusar,

And an vntrewe knyght;

Thou hast to lytell myght 230

Agaynst Englande to fyght;

Thou art a graceles wyght

To put thy selfe to flyght:

A vengeaunce and dispight

On thé must nedes lyght,

That durst nat byde the sight

Of my lorde amrell,

Of chiualry the well,

Of knighthode the floure

In euery marciall shoure, 240

The noble Erle of Surrey,

That put thé in suche fray;

Thou durst no felde derayne,

Nor no batayle [261] mayntayne

Against our st[r]onge captaine,

But thou ran home agayne,

For feare thou shoulde be slayne,

Lyke a Scottyshe keteryng,

That durst abyde no reknyng;

Thy hert wolde nat serue thé: 250

The fynde of hell mot sterue thé!

No man hath harde

Of suche a cowarde,

And such a mad ymage

Caried in a cage,

As it were a cotage;

Or of suche a mawment

Caryed in a tent;

In a tent! nay, nay,

But in a mountayne gay, 260

Lyke a great hill

For a wyndmil,

Therin to couche styll,

That no man hym kyll;

As it were a gote

In a shepe cote,

About hym a parke

Of a madde warke,

Men call it a toyle;

Therin, lyke a royle, 270

Sir Dunkan, ye dared,

And thus ye prepared

Youre carkas to kepe,

Lyke a sely shepe,

A shepe of Cottyswolde,

From rayne and from colde,

And from raynning of rappes,

And suche after clappes;

Thus in your cowardly castell

Ye decte you to dwell: 280

Suche a captayne of hors,[262]

It made no great fors

If that ye had tane

Your last deedly bane

With a gon stone,

To make you to grone.

But hyde thé, sir Topias,

Nowe into the castell of Bas,

And lurke there, lyke an as,

With some Scotyshe [l]as, 290

With dugges, dugges, dugges:

I shrewe thy Scottishe lugges,

Thy munpynnys, and thy crag,

For thou can not but brag,

Lyke a Scottyshe hag:

Adue nowe, sir Wrig wrag,

Adue, sir Dalyrag!

Thy mellyng is but mockyng;

Thou mayst giue vp thy cocking,

Gyue it vp, and cry creke, 300

Lyke an huddypeke.

Wherto shuld I more speke

Of suche a farly freke,

Of suche an horne keke,

Of suche an bolde captayne,

That dare nat turne agayne,

Nor durst nat crak a worde,

Nor durst nat drawe his swerde

Agaynst the Lyon White,

But ran away quyte? 310

He ran away by nyght,

In the owle flyght,

Lyke a cowarde knyght.

Adue, cowarde, adue,

Fals knight, and mooste vntrue!

I render thé, fals rebelle,

To the flingande fende of helle.

Harke yet, sir duke, a worde,

In ernest or in borde:

What, haue ye, villayn, forged, 320

And virulently dysgorged,

As though ye wolde parbrake,

Your auauns to make,

With wordes enbosed,

Vngraciously engrosed,

Howe ye wyll vndertake

Our royall kyng to make

His owne realme to forsake?

Suche lewde langage ye spake.

Sir Dunkan, in the deuill waye, 330

Be well ware what ye say:

Ye saye that he and ye,—

Whyche he and ye? let se;

Ye meane Fraunces, French kyng,

Shulde bring about that thing.

I say, thou lewde lurdayne,

That neyther of you twayne

So hardy nor so bolde

His countenaunce to beholde:

If our moost royall Harry 340

Lyst with you to varry,

Full soone ye should miscary,

For ye durst nat tarry

With hym to stryue a stownde;

If he on you but frounde,

Nat for a thousande pounde [263]

Ye durst byde on the grounde,

Ye wolde ryn away rounde,

And cowardly tourne your backes,

For all your comly crackes, 350

And, for feare par case

To loke hym in the face,

Ye wolde defoyle the place,

And ryn your way apace.

Thoughe I trym you thys trace

With Englyshe somwhat base,

Yet, saue [264] voster grace,

Therby I shall purchace

No displesaunt rewarde,

If ye wele can regarde 360

Your cankarde cowardnesse

And your shamfull doublenesse.

Are ye nat frantyke madde,

And wretchedly bestadde,

To rayle agaynst his grace,

That shall bring you full bace,

And set you in suche case,

That bytwene you twayne

There shalbe drawen a trayne

That shalbe to your payne? 370

To flye ye shalbe fayne,

And neuer tourne agayne.

What, wold Fraunces, our friar,

Be suche a false lyar,

So madde a cordylar,

So madde a murmurar?

Ye muse somwhat to far;

All out of ioynt ye iar:

God let you neuer thriue!

Wene ye, daucockes, to driue 380

Our kyng out of his reme?

Ge heme, ranke Scot, ge heme,

With fonde Fraunces, French kyng:

Our mayster shall you brynge

I trust, to lowe estate,

And mate you with chekmate.

Your braynes are ydell;

It is time for you to brydell,

And pype in a quibyble;

For it is impossible 390

For you to bring about,

Our kyng for to dryue out

Of this his realme royall

And lande imperiall;

So noble a prince as he

In all actyuite

Of hardy merciall actes,

Fortunate in all his faytes.[265]

And nowe I wyll me dresse

His valiaunce to expresse, 400

Though insufficient am I

His grace to magnify

And laude equiualently;

Howe be it, loyally,

After myne allegyaunce,

My pen I will auaunce

To extoll his noble grace,

In spyght of thy cowardes face,

In spyght of Kyng Fraunces,

Deuoyde of all nobles, 410

Deuoyde of good corage,

Deuoyde of wysdome sage,

Mad, frantyke, and sauage;

Thus he dothe disparage

His blode with fonde dotage.

A prince to play the page

It is a rechelesse rage,

And a lunatyke ouerage.

What though my stile be rude?

With trouthe it is ennewde: 420

Trouth ought to be rescude,

Trouthe should nat be subdude.

But nowe will I expounde

What noblenesse dothe abounde,

And what honour is founde,

And what vertues be resydent

In our royall regent,

Our perelesse president,

Our kyng most excellent:

In merciall prowes 430

Lyke vnto Hercules;

In prudence and wysdom

Lyke vnto Salamon;

In his goodly person

Lyke vnto Absolon;

In loyalte and foy

Lyke to Ector of Troy;

And his glory to incres,

Lyke to Scipiades;

In royal mageste 440

Lyke unto Ptholome,

Lyke to Duke Iosue,

And the valiaunt Machube;

That if I wolde reporte

All the roiall sorte

Of his nobilyte,

His magnanymyte,

His animosite,

His frugalite,[266]

His lyberalite, 450

His affabilite,

His humanyte,

His stabilite,

His humilite,

His benignite,

His royall dignyte,

My lernyng is to small

For to recount them all.

What losels than are ye,

Lyke cowardes as ye be, 460

To rayle on his astate,

With wordes inordinate!

He rules his cominalte

With all benignite;

His noble baronage,

He putteth them in corage

To exployte dedes of armys,

To the domage and harmys

Of suche as be his foos;

Where euer he rydes or goos, 470

His subiectes he dothe supporte,

Maintayne them with comforte

Of his moste princely porte,

As all men can reporte.

Than ye be a knappishe sorte,

Et faitez a luy grant torte,

With your enbosed iawes

To rayle on hym lyke dawes;

The fende scrache out your mawes!

All his subiectes and he 480

Moost louyngly agre

With hole hart and true mynde,

They fynde his grace so kynde;

Wherwith he dothe them bynde

At all houres to be redy

With hym to lyue and dye,

And to spende [267] their hart blode,

Their bodyes and their gode,

With hym in all dystresse,

Alway in redynesse 490

To assyst his noble grace;

In spyght of thy cowardes face,

Moost false attaynted traytour,

And false forsworne faytour.

Auaunte, cowarde recrayed!

Thy pride shalbe alayd;

With sir Fraunces of Fraunce

We shall pype you a daunce,

Shall tourne you to myschauns.

I rede you, loke about; 500

For ye shalbe driuen out

Of your lande in shorte space:

We will so folowe in the chace,

That ye shall haue no grace

For to tourne your face;

And thus, Sainct George to borowe,

Ye shall haue shame and sorowe.

Lenuoy.

Go, lytell quayre, quickly;

Shew them that shall you rede,

How that ye are lykely 510

Ouer all the worlde [268] to sprede.

The fals Scottes for dred,

With the Duke of Albany,

Beside the water of Twede

They fledde full cowardly.

Though your Englishe be rude,

Barreyne of eloquence,

Yet, breuely to conclude,

Grounded is your sentence

On trouthe, vnder defence 520

Of all trewe Englyshemen,

This mater to credence

That I wrate with my pen.

DECASTICHON VIRULENTUM IN GALERATUM LYCAONTA MARINUM, &c.

APOSTROPHA AD [252] LONDINI CIVES (CITANTE [253] MULUM ASINO AUREO GALERATO) IN OCCURSUM ASELLI,[254] &c.

SKELTON, LAUREATE, &c.
HOWE THE DOUTY DUKE OF ALBANY,[257] LYKE A COWARDE KNYGHT, RAN AWAYE SHAMFULLY, WITH AN HUNDRED THOUSANDE TRATLANDE SCOTTES AND FAINT HARTED FRENCHEMEN, BESIDE THE WATER OF TWEDE, &c.

SKELTON LAUREAT, OBSEQUIOUS ET LOYALL.[269]
TO MY LORDE CARDYNALS RIGHT NOBLE GRACE, &c.

DECASTICHON VIRULENTUM IN GALERATUM LYCAONTA MARINUM, &c.

APOSTROPHA AD[252] LONDINI CIVES (CITANTE[253] MULUM ASINO AUREO GALERATO) IN OCCURSUM ASELLI,[254] &c.

SKELTON, LAUREATE, &c. HOWE THE DOUTY DUKE OF ALBANY,[257] LYKE A COWARDE KNYGHT, RAN AWAYE SHAMFULLY, WITH AN HUNDRED THOUSANDE TRATLANDE SCOTTES AND FAINT HARTED FRENCHEMEN, BESIDE THE WATER OF TWEDE, &c.

SKELTON LAUREAT, OBSEQUIOUS ET LOYALL.[269] TO MY LORDE CARDYNALS RIGHT NOBLE GRACE, &c.

APOSTROPHA AD [252] LONDINI CIVES (CITANTE [253] MULUM ASINO AUREO GALERATO) IN OCCURSUM ASELLI,[254] &c.

SKELTON, LAUREATE, &c.
HOWE THE DOUTY DUKE OF ALBANY,[257] LYKE A COWARDE KNYGHT, RAN AWAYE SHAMFULLY, WITH AN HUNDRED THOUSANDE TRATLANDE SCOTTES AND FAINT HARTED FRENCHEMEN, BESIDE THE WATER OF TWEDE, &c.

SKELTON LAUREAT, OBSEQUIOUS ET LOYALL.[269]
TO MY LORDE CARDYNALS RIGHT NOBLE GRACE, &c.