The flyting betwixt Montgomery and Polvvart..

POLVVART and MONTGOMERIES flytting.

Montgomerie to Polwart. POlwart ye peip like a Mouſe amongſt thornes, Na cunning ye keip, Polwart ye peip: Ye looke like a Sheip, and ye had twa hornes, Polwart ye peip like a Mouſe amongſt thornes. Beware what thou ſpeiks little foule earth Tade, With thy Cannigate breiks, beware what thou ſpeiks, Or there ſalbe wat cheiks, for the laſt that thou made, Beware what thou ſpeiks, little foule earth Tade. Foule miſmade mytting, borne in the Merſe, By word and by wrytting, foule miſmade mytting Leaue off thy flytting, come kiſſe my Erſe, Foule miſmade mytting, borne in the Merſe. And we mell thou ſall yell, little cultroun Cuiſt, Thou ſalt tell, euen thy ſell, and we mell thou ſalt yell, Thy ſmell was ſa fell, and ſtronger than Muiſt, And we mell, thou ſall yell, little cultroun Cuiſt. Thou art doeand and dridland like ane foule beaſt, Fykand, and fidland, thou art doeand, and dridland, Strydand, and ſtridland, like Robin red-breſt, Thou art doeand, and dridland, like ane foule beaſt.

Polwarts Reply to Montgomerie. DEſpitefull ſpider, poore of ſpreit, Begins with babling me to blame, Gowke wyte me not to gar thee greit, Thy tratling, truiker, I ſall tame, When thou beleeues, to win ane name, Thou ſall be baniſh'd of all beild, And ſyne receiue baith skaith and ſhame, And ſa beforc'd to leaue the field. Thy ragged roundels, raveand Royt, Some ſhort, ſome lang, ſome out of lyne, With ſcabrous colours, fulſome floyt, Proceidand from ane pint of wyne, Quhilk halts for laike of feet like myne, Yet foole thou thought na ſhame to write them, At mens command that laikes ingyne, Quhilk doytted Dyvours, gart thee dyte them. But gooked gooſe, I am right glaide, Thou art begun, in write to flyte, Sen Lowne thy language I haue laid, And put thee to thy pen to wryte: Now dog I ſall thee ſa diſpyte, With pricking put thee to ſik ſpeid, And cauſe thee (Curre) that warkloome quite, Syne ſeik ane hole to hide thy heid. Yel knaue acknawledge thy offence, Or I grow crabbed, and ſa clair thee, Aske mercy, make obedience, In time for feare leiſt I forfair thee: Ill ſpreit I will na langer ſpair thee, Blaide bleck thee, to bring in a gyſe, And to drey pennance ſoone prepare thee, Syne paſſe forth as I ſall devyſe. Firſt fair threed-bair, with fundred feit, Recanting thy vnſeemely ſawes, In pilgrimage to Allarit, Syne be content to quite the cauſe, And in thy teeth bring me the Tawes, With becks my bidding to abide, Whether thou will let belt thy bawes, Or kiſſe all cloffes that ſtands beſide. And of thir twa take thou thy choſe, For thy awin profite I procure thee, Or with a prick into thy noſe, To ſtand content, I ſall conjure thee. But at this time think I forbuir thee, Becauſe I can not treat thee fairer, Sit thou this charge, I will aſſure thee, The ſecond ſalbe ſomething ſairer.

Montgomerie to Polwart. FAlſe feckleſſe foulmart, loe heir a defyance, Ga ſey thy ſcience, doe Droigh what thou dow, Trot tyke to a Tow, Mandrag but myance, We will heir tydance, peil'd Polwart of thy pow, Many yeald yew haſt thou cald ouer a know, Syne hid them in a how, ſtarke theefe when thou ſtaw them, Menſweiring thou ſaw them, and made but a mow, Syne fylde in the Row, when the man came that awe them. Thy dittay was death, thou dare not deny it, Thy trumperie was tryed, thy falſet they fand, Burreau the band, Cor mundum thou cryed, Condemn'd to be dry'd and hung vp fra hand: While thou pay'd a pand, in that ſtowre thou did ſtand, With a willie wand thy skin was weill ſcourged, Syne feinȝedly forged, how thou left the land, Now Sirs I demand, how this Pod can be purged. Yet wanſhapen ſhit, thou ſhupe ſik a ſunȝie, As proud as ye prunȝie, your pennes ſall be plucked, Cum kiſſe where I cuckied, and change me that cunȝie, Your gryſes grunȝie is graceleſſe and gowked, Your mouth moſt be mucked, while ye be inſtructed, Foule flirdome, wanfucked, terfell of a Taide, Thy meter miſmade, hath louſilie lucked, I grant thou conducted thy termes in a ſlaide. Little angrie Attercop, and auld vnſell Aipe, Ye grein for to gaipe vpon the gray meir, Play with thy Peir, or I'll pull thee like a Paipe, Go ride in a raipe, for this noble new yeir: I promiſe thee heir, to thy chafts ill cheir, Except thou go leir, to lick at the lowder, With Potingars powder, thy ſelfe thou ouerſmeir The Caſtell ye weir weill ſeiled on your ſhoulder. This twiſe ſealed trumper, with his tratling he trowes, Making vaine vowes, to match him with me, With the print of a key, weill brunt on thy browes Now God ſalbe crowes, wherefra come ye For all your bombill, ye'r war'd a little wee: I thinke for to ſee you hing by the heilis. For termes that thou ſteilis of auld Poetrie, Now wha ſould trow thee, that's paſt baith the ſeilis. Proud poiſond'd pykthanke, perverſe and periured, I dow not indure it, to be bitten with a duik, I's fell thee like a Fluik, flatlings on the flure, Thy ſcrowes obſcure are borrowed fraſome buik, Fra Lindſay thou tuik, thou'rt Chaucers Cuik, Ay lying like a Ruik, gif men wald not skar thee: But beaſt I debar thee, the Kings Chimney nuik, Thou flees for a looke, but I ſhall ride nar thee. Falſe ſtrydand ſtickdirt, I's gar thee ſtinke, How durſt thou mint, with thy Maſter to mell, On ſik as thy ſell, little pratling pink Could thou not wair ink, thy tratling to tell, Hoy hurſon to hell, amang the fiends fell, To drinke of that well, that poiſon'd thy pen, Where divels in their den, dois yammer and yell, Heir I thee expell from all Chriſtian men.

Polwart to Montgomerie. BLeird babling byſtour, baird obey Learne sky bald knaue to knaw thy ſell, Vile vagabond, or I invoy, Cuſtroun with cuffes thee to compell: Yet, tratling truiker, truth to tell, Stoup thou not at the ſecond charge, Miſchieuous miſhant, we ſall mell With laidly language, loud and large, Where Lowne as thou loues thy life, I baith command, and counſell thee, For to eſchew this ſturtſome ſtrife, And with thy manlie Maſter gree, To this effect, I ſummond thee By publick Proclamation, Gowke to compeir vpon thy knee, And kiſſe my foull foundation. But Lord I laugh to ſee thee bluiter, Gloir in thy ragments, raſh to raill. With mighty manked, magled meiter, Tratland, and tumbland, top ouer taill, As Carlings compts their farts doyl'd ſnaill, Thy rouſtie ratrymes, made but mater. I could weill follow, wald I ſeaill, Or preaſſe to fiſh within thy water. Onely becauſe Owle thou dois vſe it, I will write verſe of common kind, And Swingeour for thy ſake, refuſe it, To crabe thee bumbler, by thy mind, Pedler, I pitty thee ſa pin'd, To buckell him thar beares the bell, Iackſtro be better, anes ingyn'd, Or I ſall flyte againſt my ſell. But breiflie, beiſt, to anſwere thee, In ſermon ſhort, I am content, And ſayes thy ſimilitudes, vnſlie, Are nawayes, very pertinent, Thy tyr'd compariſons a sklent, Are monſtrous, like the Mule that made them, Thy borrowed barkings violent, Yet were they worſe, let men out war them, Alſo I may be Chaucers man, And yet thy Maſter, not the leſſe: But wolfe that waſtes on Cup and Kan, In Gluttony, thy grace I gueſſe; Ga drunken Dyvour, thee addreſſe, And borrow thee, am baſſed breiks, To heare me now, thy praiſe expreſſe, Knaue gif thou can, without wat cheiks. Firſt of thy juſt Genealogie, Tyke I ſall tell, the trueth I trow, Thou was begotten, ſome ſayes me, Betwixt the Diuell and a dun Kow, Ane night when that the fiend was fow, At banket birland at the beir, Thou ſowked ſyne, ane ſweit brod ſow▪ Amang the middings, many a yeir. On ruites and runches, in the field, With nolt, thou nouriſh'd was a yeir, Whill that thou paſt baith poore and peild, Into Argyle, ſome lair to leir, As the laſt night, did weill appeir, When thou ſtood fidgeing at the fyre, Faſt fykand, with thy Heiland cheir, My flyting forc'd thee ſa to flyre. Into the Land, where thou was borne, I read of noght but it was skant, Of Cattell, Cleithing, and of Corne, Where wealth, and weilfair baith doth want, Now Tade-face, take this for na tant, I heare your houſing is right fair, Where howlring howlets, ay doth hant, With Robin red-breſt, but repair. The Lords and Lairds within that Land, I knaw are men of meikill rent, And liuing as I vnderſtand, Quhilk in ane Innes, we be content To leiue and let their houſe in Lent: In Lentron month, and the lang Sommer, Where twelue Knights kitchins hath a vent Quhilk for to furniſh dois them cumber. For ſtore of Lambs, and lang-tail'd wedders Thou knawes where many couples gaes For ſtealing tyed faſt in tedders, In fellon flockes of anes and twaes, Abroad athort your bankes and braes, Ye do abound in Coale and Calke, And thinkes like fooles to fley all faes, With Targets, tulȝies and toome talke. Alace poore hood-pikes, hunger-bitten Accuſtom'd with ſcurrilitie: Rydand like boyſtures, all beſhitten In fields, without fertilitie: Bare, barren, with ſterilitie, For fault of cattell, corne and gerſe, Your banquets of moſt nobilitie, Deare of the Dog brawne in the Merſe. Witleſſe vanter, were thou wife, Cuſtroun thou wald, Cor mundum cry, Ou'r-laiden lowne, with lang-tail'd lyce, Thy doytit dytings ſoone deny, Trouker, or I thy trumperie try And make a legend of thy life: For flyte I anes, folke will cry fy, Then thou'll be war'd with euery wife.

Polwarts Medicine to Montgomerie being ſicke. SIr Swingeour ſeeing I want wares, And ſalues to ſlake thee of thy ſaires, This preſent from the Pothecares, Me think meet to amend thee. Firſt for thy feuer feid on foly, With faſting ſtomack take oyld-oly, Mixt with a mouthfull of Melancholy, From fleame for to defend thee. Syne paſſe ane ſpace, and ſmell a flowre, Thy inward parts to purge and ſcowre, Tak thee three bites of an black howre, And Ruebarb, bache and bitter. This duely done but any din, Sup ſyne ſex ſops, but ſomething thin, Of the Diuell ſcald thy guts within, To heale thee of thy skitter. Vnto thy bed, ſyne make thee bown, Take ane ſweit Syrop worth a Crowne, And drink it with the Diuell gadowne To recreat thy ſpreit. And laſt of all, craig in a Cord, Send for a powder and pay for'd, Call'd the vengeance of the Lord, For thy mug mouth moſt meit. Gif this preſerue thee not fra paine, Paſſe to the Pothingars againe, Some recipies does yet remaine, To heale bruik, byle, or bliſter. As diadragma when ye dine, Or diabolicon wat in wine, With powder, I drait fellon fine, And mair yet when ye miſter.

Montgomeries anſwer to Polwart. VYle venemous viper, wanthriftieſt of things, Half an Elf, half an Aip, of Nature deny it, Thou flait with a countrey, the quhilk was the Kings, But that bargan vnbeaſt, deare ſall thou buy it, The cuff is weill waired, that twa hame brings, This Proverb foull Pelt, to thee is apply it, Firſt Spider of ſpyte, thou ſpewes out ſprings, Yet wanſhapen woubet, of the weirds invy it, I can tell thee, how, when, where, and quha gat thee. The quhilk was neither man nor wife, Nor humane creature on life, Thou ſtink and ſteirar vp of ſtrife, Falſe howlat haue at thee. In the hinder end of harueſt, on Alhallow euen, When our good nighbours dois ryde, gif I read right, Some buckled on a bunewand, and ſome on a been, Ay trottand in troupes, from the twylight, Some ſa leand a ſhoe Aipe, all graithed into green, Some hobland on ane hempſtalk, hove and to the hight, The King of Pharie, and his court, with the Elfe Queene, With many Elrich Incubus, was rydand that night, There an Elf on ane Aipe, ane vnſell begat, Into ane pot, by Pomathorne, That bratchart, in ane buſſe was borne, The fand ane monſter on the morne, War fac'd nor a Cat. The weird ſiſters wandring, as they were wont then, Saw Reavens rugand, at that ratton, be a Ron ruit, They muſed at the Mandrake, vnmade like a man, A Beaſt bund with a bonevand, in an old buit, How that gaiſt had bein gotten, to geſſe they began, Weill ſwyl'd in a Swynes skin, and ſmeirit ouer with ſuit, The belly that it firſt bair, full bitterly they ban, Of this miſmade Mowdewart, miſchief they muit, That cruiked, camſchoche, croyll, vncriſtned they curſe. They bade that baiche ſould not be but The glengoir, gravell, and the gut, And all the plagues that firſt were put Into Pandoraes purſe. The cogh, and the connogh, the collick, and the cald, The cords, and the cout-euill, the claſps and the cleiks, The hunger, the hart-ill, and the hoiſt ſtil thee hald, The botch, and the barbles, with the Cannigate breiks, With bockblood, and beanſhaw, ſpeven ſprung in the ſpald, The ferſie, the falling-euill, that fells many freiks, Ouergane all with Angleberries as thou growes ald, The kinkhoſt, the Charbuckle, and wormes in the cheiks, The ſnuff and the ſnoir the chaud peece, and the chanker. With the blaids and the belly thraw, The bleiring bats, and the beanſchaw, With the miſchief of the melt and maw, The clape and the canker. The frencie, the fluxes, the fyk, and the felt, The feavers, the fearcie, with the ſpeinȝie flees, The doyt, and the diſmall, indifferently delt, The powlings, the palſay, with pocks like pees, The ſwerf, and the ſweiting, with ſounding to ſwelt, The weame-ill, the wild-fire, the vomit, and the vees, The mair, and the migrame, with meathes in the melt, The warbles, and the wood-worme, whereof dogs dies, The teaſick, the tooth-aik, the tirtes and the tirles. The painfull popleſſe and peſt, The rot, the roup, and the auld reſt, With parles and pluriſies oppreſt, And nip'd with the nirles. Woe worth (quoth the weirds) the wights that thee wroght Threed-bare be their thrift, as thou art wanthreivin, Als hard be their handſell, that helps thee to ought, The rotten rim of thy womb with Rookes ſalbe reivin, All bounds where thou bides, to baill ſalbe brought, Thy Gall, and thy Guiſſerne, to Glaids ſall be giuen, Ay ſhort be thy ſolace, with ſhame be thou ſought, In hell mot thou haunt thee, and hide thee fra Heavin, And ay as thou auld growes, ſwa eikand be thy anger. To liue with limmers, and out lawes, With hurcheons, eatand hips and hawes, But when thou comes, where the Cock crawes, Tary there na langer. Shame and ſorrow on her ſnout, that ſuffers thee to ſowke, Or ſhoe that cares for thy cradill cauld be her caſt, Or brings any bedding, for thy blae bowke, Or louſes off thy lingals, ſa lang as they may laſt, Or offers thee any thing, all the lang owke, Or firſt refreſheth thee with food, how beit thou ſould faſt, Or when thy duddes are bedirten, that giues them ane dowk, All groomes when thou greits, at thy ganting be agaſt, Als froward be thy fortune, as foule is thy forme. Firſt ſeven yeirs, be thou dumb, and deiff, And after that a common theiff, Thus art thou marked for miſcheiff, Foule vnworthy worme. Outrow'd be thy tongue, yet tratling all times, Ay the langer that thou liues, thy lucke be the leſſe, All countries where thou comes, accuſe thee of crimes, And falſe be thy fingers, but leath to confeſſe, Ay raving, and rageing, in rude rat rymes, All ill be thou vſeand, and ay in exceſſe, Ilk Moone be thou mad, fra paſt be the primes, Still plagu'd with povertie, thy pryde to oppreſſe. With warwolfes, and wild Cats, thy weird be to wander, Draglit throw dirtie dubs and dykes, Touſled and tuggled, with town Tykes, Say louſie lyar what thou lykes, Thy tongue is na ſclander. Fra the ſiſters had feene, the ſhape of that ſhit Little luck be thy lot, there where thou lyes, Thy fowmard face, quoth the firſt, to flyt ſalbe fit, Nicneuen quoth the next, ſall nouriſh thee twyſe, To ryd Poſt to Elphin, naneabler nor it, To driue dogs but to dryt, the third can devyſe, All thy dayes ſall thou be, of ane body but a bit, Als ſuch is this ſentence, as ſharp is thy ſyſe, Syne duely they deem'd, what death it ſould die: The firſt ſaid, ſurely of a ſhot, Thee ſecond of a running knot, The third be thro wing of the throt, Like a tyke ouer ane tree. When the weird ſiſters, had thus voted all in ane voyce, The deid of the dablet, and ſyn they withdrew, To let it ly all allaine, they thoght it littill loſſe, In a den be a dyke, or the day dew: Than a cleir company, came ſoone after cloſſe, Nicneuen with her nymphes, in number anew, With charmes from Caitnes, and Chanrie of Roſſe, Whoſe cunning conſiſts in caſting of a Clew, They ſeeing this ſairie thing, ſaid to them ſelf, This thriftles thing is meit for vs, And for our craft commodious, Ane vglie Ape, and Incubus, Gotten with an Elf. Thir venerable Virgins, whom the warld call witches, In the time of their triumph, tirr'd me the Taide, Some backward raid on brodſowes, & ſome on black bitches, Some in ſteid of a ſtaig, ouer a ſtark Monk ſtraid, Fra the how to the hight, ſome hobles, ſome hatches, With their mouthes to the Moone, murgeons they maid, Some be force in effect, the foure windes fetches, And nyne times witherſhins, about the thorne raid, Some glowring to the ground, ſome grievouſly gaipes. Be craft conjureand fiends perforce Furth of a Cairne, beſide a croce, Thir Ladies lighted fra their horſe, And band them with raipes. Syne bare-foot, and bare-leg'd to baptize that bairne, Till a water they went, be a wood ſide, They ſand the ſhit, all beſhitten in the awin ſhearne, On three headed Hecatus, to heir them they cryde, As we haue found in the field, this findling forfairne, Firſt his faith he forſakes in thee to confyde, Be vertue of thir words, and this raw yearne, And whill this thriſe thretty knots, on this blew threed byd, And of thir mens members, weill ſow'd to a ſhoe, Whilk's we haue tane, fra top to rae, Euen of ane hundreth men and mae, Now grant vs goddeſſe or we gae, Our dueties to doe. Be the hight of the hevins, and be the howneſſe of hell, Be the windes and the weirds, and the Charlewaine, Be the hornes, the handſtaff and the kings ell, Be thunder, be fyreflaughts, be drouth and be raine, Be the Poles and the Planets, and the Signes all twell, Be the mirknes of the Moone, let mirknes remaine, Be the Elements all, that our crafts can compell, Be the fiends infernall, and the furies in paine, Gar all the Gaiſts of the deid, that dwels there downe, In Lethe and Styx thae ſtinkand ſtrands, And Pluto that your Court commands, Receiue this howlat aff our hands, In name of Mahowne. That this worme in our worke, ſome wonders may wirk, And through the poyſon of this Pod, our pratiques prevaill, To cut aff our cumber, fra comming to the Kirk, For the half of our help, and hes it heir haill, Let neuer this vndoght, of ill doing irk, But ay blyth to begin, all barret and baill, Of all blis let it be, als bair as the birk, That titteſt the taidrell may tell ane ill taill, Let no vice in this warld, in this wanthrift be wanted. Be they had ſaid, the fireflaughts flew, Baith thunder, raine, and winds blew, Wherebe their comming, commers knew Their asking was granted. When thae Dames devotely had done their devore, In heauing this hurcheon, they haſted them hame, Of that matter to make, remained no more, Sauing nixt how thae Nunnes, that working ſould name, They kow'd all the kytrall, the face of it before, And nipp'd it ſa doones neir to ſee it was ſhame, They call'd it peil'd Polwart, they pull'd it ſo ſore, Where we clip, quoth the commers, there needs na kame, For we haue heght to Mahoun for handſell this hair, They made it like ane ſcraped ſwyne, And as they Cow'd, they made it whryne, It ſhav'd the ſelf, ay on ſenſyne The beard of it ſa bair. Fra the Kummers that Crab, had with Pluto contracted, They promeiſt as parents, ſyne for their own part, A mover of miſchief, and they might for to make it, As ane Imp of all ill, maiſt apt for their Art, Nicneuen as nuriſh, to teach it, gart take it, To ſaill ſure in a ſeiff, but compaſſe or Cairt, And milk of ane haird tedder, thoght wiues ſould be wrackit, And the Kow gif a chopin, was wont to giue a quart, Many babes, and bairnes, ſall bliſſe thy bair banes, When they haue neither milk nor meill, Compell'd for hunger for to ſteill, Than ſall they giue thee to the Deill, Able ofter nor anes. Be ane after midnight, their office was ended, At that tyd, was na tyme, for troumpers to tary, Syne backward on horſeback, brauely they bended, That cammoſed Cocatrice, they quite with them cary, To Kait of Creif in ane creill ſoone they gar'd ſend it, Where ſeuin yeir it ſat, baith ſinged and ſarie, The kin of it be the cry, incontinent kend it, Syne fetch't food for to feid it, furth fra the Pharie, Ilk Elf of them all brought an almous houſe Oſter. Indeid it was a dainty diſh, A foull flegmatick foulſome fiſh, In ſteid of ſauce, on it they piſh, Sik food, feed ſik a foſter. Syne fra the fathers ſide, finely had fed it, Many monkes and marmaſits, came with the mother, Black botch fall the breiſt, and the bellie that bred it. Ay offered they that vndoght, fra ane to another, Where that ſmatched had ſowked, ſa ſair it was to ſhed it, But belyue it beganne, to buckie the brother, In the barke of ane bourtree, whylome they bed it. All talking with their tongues, the ane to the other, With flirting, and flyring, their Phyſnome they flype. Some luikand lyce, in the crowne of it keeks, Some choppes the kiddes into heir cheeks, Some in their oxſter hard it cleeks, Like an auld bag-pipe. With mudyones, and murgeons, and mouing the braine, They lay it, they lift it, they louſe it, they lace it, They graip it, they grip it It greets and they grane, They bed it, they baw it, they bind it, they brace it, It skittered, and skar • ed, they skirl'd ilk ane, All the Ky in the countrey they skarred, and chaced, That roaring, they wood-ran, and routed in a reane, The wild deere fra their den, their din hes diſplaced, The cry was ſa ouglie, of Elfes Aipes and Owles, That geiſe and gaiſling, cryes and craikes, In dubs douks down, Duikes and draikes, All beaſts for feir, the fields forſakes, And the towne Tykes yowles. Sik a mirthleſſe Muſick thir menſtralls did make, Whill Ky keſt caprels, behind with their heeles, Littill tent to their time, the Toone leit them take, But ay rammeiſt red wood, and ravel'd in their reeles, Then the cummers that ye ken came all with a clak. To conjure that coidyoch, with clewes in their creeles, Whill all the bounds them about, grew blaikned and black, For the din of thir daiblets, raiſ'd all the deils, To concurre in the cauſe they were come ſa far, For they their god-bairne gifts wald giue, To teach the child, to ſteale and reiue. And ay the langer that it liue, The warld ſould be the war.

Polwarts third flytting againſt Montgomerie. INfernall frawart, feaming furies fell, Curſt, canker'd, crabed (Clotho) help to quell, Yon Caribald, yone catiue execrabill, Provyde my pen profoundly to diſtell, Some dure deſpite to daunt yon deuill of hell, And dryve with doole, to death deteſtabill, This mad malitious monſter miſerabill, Ane tyke tormented, trotting out of toone, That rymes red wood at ilk middes of the Moone. Renew your roaring rage, and eager Ire, Inflam'd with fearefull thundring, thuddes of fyre, To plague this poyſon'd pykthank, peſtilent, With flying fyre flaughts, burning bright and ſhyre, Devoir yon de viliſh dragon, I deſire, And waſte his wearied venome violent, Conjure this beaſtly begger impotent, Suppreſſe all power of this euill ſpirit, That bydes and barkes in him als black as Ieit. But reekie Rookes and Ravens or yee ryue him, Deſiſt, delay his death, whill I deſcriue him, Syne rypely to his rauing rude reply, To dreadfull dolour, dearfly or ye dryve him, Throw Plutoes power, pleaſure to depryue him, The Lown may lick his vomit, and deny His ſhameles ſawes, like Sathans ſlaviſh ſmy. Whoſe maners, with his miſmade members heir, Doe correſpond, as plainly doth appeir. His peilled pallat, and vnpleaſant pow, The fulſome flocks of flies dois ouerflow, With wames and wounds all blaikned full of blaines, Out ouer the neck, athort his nitty now, Ilke louſe lyes linkand, lyke a large lint bow, That hurts his harnes, and pearſe them to his paines. Whill wit and vertue vaniſh'd fra the vaines, With ſcarts and ſcores, athort his frozen front, In rankels run within the ſtewes all brunt. His lugs baith lang and leane, wha can but lacke, That to the Tron hes tane ſo many a tacke, With blaſted bowels, bowdon with bruiſed blude, And hapning haires, blawin widtherſuns aback, Foot foundred beaſts, for fault of food, full weake, Hes not their hair ſa ſnod as other good, The bleared Bucke and boyſtrous to conclude, Hes right trim teeth ſome what ſet in a thraw, Ane topped turde, right teughly for to taw. With laidly lips, and lyning ſide turn'd out, His noſe weill lit in Bacchus blood about, His ſtinking end, corrupted as men knawes, Contagious cankers, carues his ſnafling ſnout, His ſhaven ſhoulders, ſhawes the markes no dout, Of teugh tarledders, tyres and other tawes, And girds of Galeyes growand now in gawes, Swa all his fouſome forme thereto effeirs, The quhilk for filth, I will not fyle your eirs.

The ſecond part of Polwarts third flytting. BVt of his conditions to carp for a whyle, And compt you his qualities, compaſt with cair, Appardon me Poets, to alter my ſtyle, And wiſſle my verſe, for fyling the air, Returning directly again to Argyle, Where laſt that I left him, baith barefoot and bair, Where rightly I reckoned, his race very vyle, Diſcending of Deuils, as I did declair, But quhilk of the Gods, will guide me aright: Abhorring, ſo abhominable, Sa doolefull, and deteſtable, Sa knauiſh canker'd, execrable, And waried a wight. In Argyle amang Gaits, he gead within glennes, Ay there vſing offices, of a bruit beaſt, Whill bliſleſſe was baniſh'd, for handling of hennes, Syne forward to Flanders, faſt fled or he ceaſt, From poore anes the pultrie, he plucked be the pennes, Delighting in theft, the heart of his breſt, And courage inclin'd, to knauerie men kennes, To peſtilent purpoſes plainly he preaſt, But truely to tell all the trueth vnto you. In nowayes was he wyſe, He vſed both Cairts and Dyce, And fled no kind of vyce, Or few as I trow. He was ane falſe Schiſmatick, notoriouſlie named, Both whoredome, and homicide, vnſell he vſed, With all the ſeuen ſinnes, the ſmatched was ſhamed, Pride, Ire, and envy, this vndoght abuſed, For greedy covetouſnes, bitterly blamed For bawdrie, and bordelling, luckleſſe he loued, Thriſt, drynes, and drunkennes, the dyvour defamed, Falſe, fenȝeit, with flyting, and flattery infuſed, Maiſt ſinfull, and ſenſuall, ſhame to reherſe, Whoſe feckles fooliſhnes, And beaſtly bruklenes, Can no man as I geſſe, Weill put into verſe. Ane warloch, ane warwolfe, ane woubet but hair, Ane deill, and a Dragon, ane deid Dromadarie, Ane counterfoot cuſtroun, that clarks dois not cair Ane clavering cohooby, that cracks of the Pharie, Whoſe favourles Phiſnome, doth dewly declair, His vices, and viciouſnes, althogh I wald varie, Arcandam's Aſtrology, ane lanterne of lair, Affirmes his bleardnes, to wiſdome contrary, Betaikning, baith babling and beldnes of age, Great fraud, and foull deceit, Cappit, with quyet conceit, Witnes ſome verſe he wreit, Half daft in a rage. His Anagrame alſo, concerning that cace, Sayes ſurely, it's a ſigne of a lecherous Lowne, His palenes next partly, with brown in the face, Arcandam aſcriues, to babling ay bowne, And tratling intemperat, tymeles, but place, A cowart yet cholerick, and drunke in ilk town, And als his aſſe eares, they ſigne in ſhort ſpace, The frantick foole ſall grow mad like Mahowne, But yet ſall he liue long, whilk alas were a loſſe. For ſik a tryed traitour, And babling blaſphematour, Was neuer form'd of Nature, Sa gooked a Gooſe. Whoſe origine noble the note of his name Cal'd Etimologie, beirs rightly record, His ſurname doth flow, fra twa termes of diffame, From Mont and Gomora, where divels be the Lord, His kinſmen was cleinly caſt out to his ſhame, That is of their clan, whom Chriſt hath abhor'd, And beiris of the birth place, their horrible name, Where Sodomite ſinners, with ſtinking were ſmor'd. Now ſen all is ſuith that's ſaid of this ſmy, Vnto that capped Clark, And pretty piece of wark, That bitterly doth bark, I may this reply.

Polwarts laſt flytting againſt Montgomerie. VYle villaine vaine, and war nor I haue tauld thee. Thy withered wame, is damnified and cry'd, Beſhitten boyſtour, baldly I forbad thee, To mell with me, or els thou ſould deare buy it, Thy ſpeach but purpoſe, ſporter is eſpyed, That wrytes of witches, warlocks, wraiths, and wratches, But Invectiues againſt him well defyed, Rob Stevin thou raues, forgetting whom thou matches, Leaue boggles, brownies, Gyre-carlings, and Gaiſts, Daſtard thou daffes, that with ſuch devilrie mels, Thy peil'd preambles ouer prolixly laſts, Thy reaſons ſavors of reek and nothing els, Thy ſentences, of ſuit ſa ſweitly ſmels, Thou ſat ſa neir the chimney nuik that made them, Faſt be the Ingle, amang the Oyſter ſhels, Dreidand my danger, durſt not weill debate them. Thy tratling, Truiker, wald gar Taides ſpew, And Carle Cats, weep vinegar with their eine, Thou ſaid I borrowed, blad's that is noght trew, The contrary fals ſmatched ſalbe ſeene, I neuer had of that making ye meine A verſe in write, in print, or yet perqueir, Quhilk I can proue, and cleanſe me wonder cleine, Thogh ſingle words no writer can forbeir, To proue my ſpeeches probable, and plaine, Thou muſt confeſſe, thou vſed my invention, I reckoned firſt thy race, ſyne thou againe, In that ſame ſort, made of thy Maiſter mention, Thy wit is weake, with me to haue diſſention, For to my ſpeech thou never made reply, At liberty to lie is thy intention, I anſwer ay, quhilk thou can not deny. Thy friends are fiends, of Apes thou fenȝies mine; With my aſſiſtance ſaying all thou can, I count ſik kinred, better yet nor thine, Chiefly of beaſts, that moſt reſemble man, Grant gif that my invention wars thine then, Without the whilk, thou might haue barked waiſt I laid the ground, whereon thou beſt began, To big the brig, whereof thou brags maiſt. Thy lack of Iudgment, may be als perceaued, Thirtwa chief points of reaſon wants in thee, Thou attributes to Aipes, where thou hes reaved, The ills of horſe, ane monſtrous ſight to ſee. Na marvell thogh ill won, ill waired be, For all theſe ills, thou ſtaw I am right certain, From Semples dytements, of ane horſe did die, Of Porterfields, that dwelt into Dumbartan. Amang the ills of Aipes, that thou hes tauld, Thogh to ane horſe, perteining properly, Thou puts the ſpaven, in the forder ſpauld, That vſes in the hinder hogh to be, Fra horſmen anes thy cunning heare and ſee, I feare auld Allane get na mair adoe, A llace poore man he may lye down and die, Syne thou's ſucceed to weare the ſilver ſhoe. Farder thou flies with other fowles wings, Ouer-cled with cleiter collours than thy awin, But ſpecially with ſome of Semples things, Or for an plucked gooſe, thou had been knawin, Or like ane Cran, in mounting ſoon o'rethrowen, That muſt take ay, nyn ſteps before ſhoe flye, So in the gout, thou might haue ſtand & blowen, As long as thou lay gravelled, like to die. I ſpeake not of thy vitious diviſions, Where thou pronounces, & yet propones but part Incumbred with ſa many tryed confuſions Quhilk ſhawes thy rime but rhetorick or •• rt, Thy memory is ſhort, be ſhrew thy hart, Telling ane thing ouer twyſe or thryſe at anes, And can not from ane proper place depart, Except I were to frig thee with whin ſtanes. The things I ſaid gif that thou wald deny, Meaning to wry the verity with wyles, Lick where I laid, and pickle of that pye, Thy knavery, credence fra thee quite exyles, Thy feckles folly, all the air defyles, I find ſa many faults, ilk ane ouer vther, Firſt I muſt tell thee all thy ſtately ſtyles, And ſyne bequeath thee to thy birken brother. Fond flytter, ſhit ſhyter, bacon bytter, all defyl'd, Blunt bleit • ar, paddock pricker puddin eiter, perverſe, Hen plucker, cloſet mucker, houſe cucker, very vyld, Tauny cheeks, I think thou ſpeiks, with thy breeks, foul erſe, Woodtyk, hoodpyk, ay like, to liue in lacke, Flowre the pin, ſcabbed skin, eat it in, that thou ſpake. Gume gade, bald skade, foull fa'd, why flait thou foole, Steill Yow, fill tow, thou dow, not defend thee, Quha kend, thy end, falſe fiend, phantaſtick mule, Thief ſmy, they wald cry, fy fy, to gar end thee, Sweir ſow, doyl'd kow, ay fow, foull fall thy banes, Very wyld, defyl'd, ay wood wyld, ilk moneth anes. Tary tade, thou's defate; now debate, if thou dow, Huſh padle, lick ladle, ſhyte ſadle, do thy beſt, Creiſhie ſoutter, ſhoe cloutter, minch moutter, dar thou mow, Ragged railer, ſheep ſtealer, double dealer, thou's be dreſt. Fals preif, leane theif, miſcheif, fall thy lippes, Blaird beard, thy reward, is prepar'd, for thy hippes. Erſe ſlaiker, gle ••• glaiker, roome raiker, for releif, Lunatick, frenatick, ſchiſmatick, Swingeour ſob, Turd fac'd, ay chaſ'd, almaiſt, fyld for a theif, Miſly kyt, and thou flyt, Ile dryt in thy gob, Tait mow, wilde ſow, ſoone bow, or I wand thee, Hell ruik, with thy buik, leaue the nuik, I command thee. Land lowper, light skowper, ragged rowper, like a Raven, Halland ſhaker, draught raiker, bannock-baiker, all beſhitten Craig in perill, toom the barrel, quyt the quarrel, or be ſhaven Rude ratler, common tratler, poore pratler, out flitten, Hell ſpark, ſcabbed Clark, and thou bark, I ſall belt rhee, Skade ſcald, ouerbald, ſoone fald, or I melt thee. Lowſie lugs, leape jugs, toome the mugs, on the midding, Tanny flank, redſhank, pykthank, I muſt pay thee, Spew bleck, widdie neck, come and beck, at my bidding, Falſe Lowne, make thee bowne, Mahowne, mon haue thee, Rank ruittour, ſcurlie wittour, and Iuitour, nane fower, Decreſt, oppreſt, poſſeſt, with Plutoes power. Capped knaue, proud ſlaue, ye raue, ay vnrocked, Whiles ſlaverand, whiles taverand whiles waverād, with wine Greedy gouked, poor & pluked, il inſtructed, ye's be knoked, Gley'd gangrell, auld mangrell, to the hangrell, and ſa pyne, Calumniatour, blaſphematour, vyle creature vntrew, Thy cheiping, and peiping, with weiping, thou ſalt rew. Mad manter, vain vaunter, ay haunter in ſlauery, Pudding pricker, bang the bicker, nane quicker, in knavery, Kailly lips, kiſſe my hips, into grips, thou's behind, Baill brewer, poiſon ſpewer, mony trewer, hes bein pind, Swyne keiper, land leiper, tuird ſteiper, from the drouth, Leane limmer, ſteale gimmer, I ſall skimmer in thy mouth. Fley'd foole, mad muile, die with doole, on ane aike, Knaue kend, Chriſt ſend, ill end, on thee now Pudding wright, out of ſight, thou's be d • rt •• , like a draike, Iock blunt, thrawin frunt, kiſſe the cunt, of the Kow, Purſe peiller, hen ſteiller, Cat killer, now I quell thee. Rubiatour fornicatour, by nature, foull befall thee. Tyk ſtickar, poyſon'd Viccar, pot lickar, I mon pay thee, Fear'd flyar, loud lyar, gooked gleyar, on the gallows, Iock blunt, deid runt, I ſall dunt, whill I ſlay thee, Buttrie bag, fill knag, thou will rag, with thy fellows, Tyr'd clatterer, skin batterer, and flatterer of friends, Vyld widdered, miſordered, confedered with fiends. Blind brock, looſe dock, bor'd block, baniſh'd townes, Alace, theifes face, na grace, for that grunȝie, Beld biſſet, marmiſſed, lanſpreȝed, to the lownes, Deid dring, dry'd ſting, thou will hing, but a ſunȝie, Lick butter, throat cutter, fiſh gutter, fill the fetter, Come bleitand, and greitand, faſt eitand, thy laidley letter, FINIS.