He ragyd and rent out your hart bloode; He the Whyte, and ye[714] the Red, The Whyte there slew the Red starke ded. Thus for your guerdon quyt ar ye, Thanked be God in Trinite, 140 And swete Sainct George, our ladies knyght! Your eye is out; adew, good nyght! Ye were starke mad to make a fray, His grace beyng out of the way: But, by the power and might of God, For your owne[715] tayle ye made a rod. Ye wanted wit, syr, at a worde; Ye lost your spurres, ye lost your sworde. Ye myght haue buskyd you to Huntley bankys; Your pryde was peuysh to play such prankys: 150 Your pouerte coude not attayne With our kynge royal war to mayntayne. Of the kyng of Nauerne ye might take heed, Vngraciously how he doth speed: In[716] double delynge so he did dreme, That he is kynge without a reme; And, for example ye[717] would none take, Experiens hath brought you in suche a brake. Your welth, your ioy, your sport, your play, Your bragynge bost, your royal aray, 160 Your beard so brym as bore at bay, Your Seuen Systers, that gun so gay, All haue ye lost and cast away. Thus fortune hath tourned you, I dare well saye, Now from a kynge to a clot of clay: Out of your[718] robes ye were shaked, And wretchedly ye lay starke naked.[719] For lacke of grace hard was your hap: The Popes curse[720] gaue you that clap. Of the out yles the roughe foted Scottes, 170 We haue well eased them of the bottes: The rude ranke Scottes, lyke dronken dranes, At Englysh bowes haue fetched theyr banes. It is not fytting[721] in tower and towne A sumner[722] to were a kynges crowne: Fortune on you therfore did frowne; Ye were to hye, ye are cast downe. Syr sumner, now where is your crowne? Cast of your crowne, cast vp your crowne! Syr sumner, now ye haue lost your crowne. 180 Quod Skelton laureate, oratoure to the Kynges most royall estate. _Scotia,[723] redacta in formam provinciæ,_ _Regis parebit nutibus Angliæ:_ _Alioquin, per desertum Sin, super cherubim,_ _Cherubin, seraphim, seraphinque, ergo, &c._ [699] _Skelton Laureate against the Scottes_] The following pieces, called forth by the battle of Flodden, and the lines on the Battle of the Spurs annexed to them, are from the ed. of Kynge and Marche of _Certaine bokes compyled by mayster Skelton_, n. d., collated with the same work, ed. Day, n. d., ed. Lant, n. d., and with Marshe’s ed. of Skelton’s _Workes_, 1568. [700] _Branxton_] Day’s ed. “Branxion.” [701] _Floddon_] So Marshe’s ed. Other eds. “Folddon.” [702] _not_] Lant’s ed. “nat.” [703] _to_] Not in Lant’s ed. [704] _synge_] Marshe’s ed. “sin.” [705] _syght_] Eds. of Day, and Marshe, “fight.” [706] _sence_] So Marshe’s ed. Other eds. “fence.” [707] _ix_] Eds. “xi.” [708] _Melpomone_] Other eds. “Melnomone.”