The Brus Book Xi Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Criticism of the compact about Stirling CastleA
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And quhen this connand thus wes madB
Schir Philip intill Ingland raidC
And tauld the king all haile his taleD
How he a tuelf moneth all haleD
Had as it writyn wes in thar taileD
To reskew Strevillyne with bataillD
And quhen he hard Schyr Philip sayE
That Scottismen had set a dayE
To fecht and that sic space he hadB
To purvay him he wes rycht glaidB
And said it wes gret sukudryF
That set thaim apon sic folyD
For he thocht to be or that dayB
Sa purvayit and in sic arayF
That thar suld nane strenth him withstandB
And quhen the lordis off InglandB
Herd that this day wes set planlyD
Thai jugyt all to gret folyD
And thoucht to haiff all thar likingG
Giff men abaid thaim in fechtingG
Bot oft faillys the fulis thochtB
And yeit wys mennys ay cummys nochtB
To sic end as thai wene allwayisE
A litill stane oft as men sayisE
May ger weltyr a mekill waynH
Na mannys mycht may stand agaynH
The grace off God that all thing sterisE
He wate quhat till all thing afferisE
And disponys at his likingG
Efter his ordynance all thingG
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King Robert criticises his brotherF
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Quhen Schyr Edward as I you sayE
Had gevyn sa outrageous a dayE
To yeld or reskew StrevillyneH
Rycht to the king he went him syneH
And tauld quhat tretys he had madB
And quhat day he thaim gevyn hadB
The king said quhen he hard the dayE
'That wes unwisly doyn perfayI
Ik herd never quhar sa lang warnyngG
Wes gevyn to sa mychty a kingG
As is the king off InglandE
For he has now intill handE
Ingland Ireland and Walis alsuaE
And Aquitayngne yeit with all thaJ
And off Scotland yeit a partyE
Dwellis under his senyouryF
And off tresour sa stuffyt is heE
That he may wageouris haiff plenteE
And we are quhoyne agayne sa feleD
God may rycht weill oure werdys deleD
Bot we ar set in jupertyE
To tyne or wyn then hastely '-
Schyr Edward said 'Sa God me redeE
Thocht he and all that he may ledE
Cum wes sall fecht all war thai ma '-
Quhen the king hard his broder suaE
Spek to the bataile sa hardylyD
He prisyt him in hys hart gretumlyD
And said 'Broder sen sua is ganeH
That this thing thus is undretaneH
Schap we us tharfor manlelyD
And all that luffis us tenderlyD
And the fredome off this countreF
Purvay thaim at that time to beD
Boune with all mycht that ever thai mayE
Sua giff that our fayis assayD
To reskew Strevilline throu bataillD
That we off purpos ger thaim faill '-
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Both sides prepare for an English invasion King Edward's resourcesE
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To this thai all assentyt arF
And bad thar men all mak thaim yarF
For to be boun agayne that dayE
On the best wis that ever thai mayE
Than all that worthi war to fychtE
Off Scotland set all hale thar mychtE
To purvay thaim agane that dayE
Wapynnys and armouris purvayit thaiJ
And all that afferis to fechtingG
And in Ingland the mychty kingG
Purvayit him in sa gret arayF
That certis hard I never sayE
That Inglismen mar aparaileD
Maid than did than for bataillD
For quhen the tyme wes cummyn nerF
He assemblit all his powerF
And but his awne chevalryF
That wes sa gret it wes ferlyD
He had of mony ser countreF
With him gud men of gret bounteE
Of Fraunce worthi chevalryF
He had intill his cumpanyH
The erle off Henaud als wes tharF
And with him men that worthi warF
Off Gascoyne and off AlmanyH
And off the duche of BretayngnyH
He had wycht men and weill farandE
Armyt clenly bath fute and handE
Off Ingland to the chevalryF
He had gaderyt sa clenlyD
That nane left that mycht wapynnys weldE
Or mycht war to fecht in feildE
All Walis als with him had heD
And off Irland a gret mengneH
Off Pouty Aquitane and BayounH
He had mony off gret renouneH
And off Scotland he had yeit thenH
A gret menye of worthy menH
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The appearance of the English hostE
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Quhen all thir sammyn assemblit warF
He had of fechtaris with him tharF
Ane hunder thousand men and maK
And fourty thousand war of thaJ
Armyt on hors bath heid and handE
And of thai yeit war thre thousandE
With helyt hors in plate and mailyeL
To mak the front off the batailyeL
And fyfty thousand off archerisE
He had foroutyn hobelerisE
And men of fute and small rangaleD
That yemyt harnays and vittaileD
He had sa fele it wes ferlyD
Off cartis als thar yeid thaim byJ
Sa fele that but all thai that barF
Harnays and als that chargyt warF
With pailyounys and veschall with allD
And aparaile of chambyr and hallD
And wyne and wax schot and vittaileD
Aucht scor wes chargyt with pulaileD
Thai war sa fele quhar that thai raidE
And thar bataillis war sa braidE
And sua gret roume held thar chareF
That men that mekill ost mycht seE
Ourtak the landis largelyD
Men mycht se than that had bene byJ
Mony a worthi man and wychtE
And mony ane armur gayly dychtE
And mony a sturdy sterand stedeE
Arayit intill ryche wedeE
Mony helmys and haberjounysE
Scheldis and speris and penounysE
And sa mony a cumbly knychtE
That it semyt that into fychtE
Thai suld vencus the warld all haileD
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The dispositions of the English host the march from BerwickG
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Quhy suld I mak to lang my taileD
To Berwik ar thai cummyn ilkaneH
And sum tharin has innys taneH
And sum logyt without the town ysE
In tentis and in pailyounysE
And quhen the king his ost has seneH
So gret and sa gud men and cleneH
He wes rycht joyfull in his thochtE
And weile supposyt that thar wes nochtE
In warld a king mycht him withstandE
Him thocht all wonnyn till his handE
And largly amang his menH
The land of Scotland delt he thenH
Off other mennys thing larg wes heD
And thai that war off his menyeL
Manausyt the Scottismen helyD
With gret wordis bot nocht forthiJ
Or thai cum all to thar ententE
Howis in haile claith sall be rentE
The king throu consaile of his menH
His folk delt in bataillis tenH
In ilkane war weile ten thousandE
That lete thai stalwartly suld standE
In the bataile and stythly fychtE
And leve nocht for thar fayis mychtE
He set ledaris till ilk bataileD
That knawin war of gud governaileD
And till renownyt erlis twaM
Off Glosyster and herfurd war thaJ
He gaf the vaward in ledingG
With mony men at thar biddingG
Ordanyt into full gud arayF
Thai war sa chevalrous that thaiJ
Trowyt giff thai come to fychtE
Thar suld na strenth withstand thar mychtE
And the king quhen his mengne werF
Divisit intill bataillis serF
His awyne bataill ordanyt heD
And quha suld at his bridill beD
Schyr Gilis Argente he setE
Apon a half his reyngye to getE
And off Valence Schyr AmeryD
On other half that wes worthyD
For in thar soverane bounteE
Out our the lave affyit heD
Quhen the king apon this kyn wysE
Had ordanyt as Ik her divisE
His bataillis and his steringG
He rais arly in a mornyngG
And fra Berwik he tuk the wayM
Bath hillis and valis hely thaiJ
As the bataillis that war braidE
Departyt our the feldis raidE
The sone wes brycht and schynand clerD
And armouris that burnysyt werD
Sua blomyt with the sonnys bemeK
That all the land wes in a lemeK
Baneris rycht fayrly flawmandE
And penselys to the wynd wavandE
Sua fele thar wer of ser quentisE
That it war gret slycht for to diviseE
And suld I tell all thar afferD
Thar con tenance and thar manerD
Thoucht I couth I suld combryt beD
The king with all that gret menyeL
Till Edinbyrgh he raid him rychtE
Thai war all out to fele to fychtE
With few folk of a symple landE
Bot quhar God helpys quhat ma withstandE
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Muster of the Scottish army its size and commandersE
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The king Robert quhen he hard sayE
That Inglismen in sic arayD
And into sua gret quantiteE
Come in his land in hy gert heD
His men be somound generalyD
And thai come all full wilfullyD
To the Torwod quhar that the kingG
Had ordanyt to mak thar metingG
Schir Edward the Bruce the worthiJ
Come with a full gret cumpanyH
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John Barbour



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