AN ENGLISH CHALLENGE AND A REPLY FROM SCOTLAND.
Question.
OH how now
Mars what is thy humour?
That thou on us begins to frowne
What is the meaning of this rumor
Of warres that flieth up and downe?
Or to what end does thou intend
Twixt friend and friend to make debate,
And cause the one the other hate?
Answere.
You
English Poetes hearken I pray
I tell why
Mars doth on you frowne,
Because like men you'l not assay you,
To pull the
Romish myter downe.
Since ye want hearts to act your parts,
Mars called hath the valiant
Scots,
To make the
Bishops quite their coats.
Quest.
Hath
Vulcane any wise displeased thee?
Or
Cupid that unhappy Lad?
That
Venus smyles cannot appease thee,
Or is it
Bacchus makes thee mad?
What Planet darre move
Iove to warre?
Durst ever
Luna, Sol withstand,
Or
Iuno Iupiter command?
Ans.
We are not planets but fixed starres,
We prove not wandering from the right,
Our light with darknesse is not mixt,
As yours that shines but in the night
Of
Vulcanes Ire or
Cupids fire
Or
Venus toyes no compt we make,
From
Bacchus we no courage take.
Quest.
Then paughty
Scot what does thou mean,
Presumptuously thus to attempt?
You'll better let these warres alone,
Then thus from us thy selfe exempt
Thou does not well for to rebell
And stand against so good a King
Whose fame throughout the world does reigne.
Ans.
May we not justly for our nation
Prevein all dangers may ensue,
Should we not make a separation,
When God commands from
Babels crew
Then with our King gainst
Romes off-spring,
And all their trash we'l stoutly fight
And to the death maintaine our right.
Quest.
We that together in one nation,
So long have been great
Britane called
Why does thou seek a separation,
Art thou from us securely walled,
Oh do not so lest that thy woe
And sorrows more and more do bried
If once we passe the river
Tweid.
Ans.
We love all
English loyall Subjects.
From them we'll not exempted be,
But of all Bishops popish projects
We stand no fear to make us free
Tho wales we lack to hold you bake
I wish our joyes may still abide
Untill you passe the river
Tweid.
Quest.
What does thou thinke the
English powers
So weak, that thou canst make us flee:
Who will not fuffer any
Gowries,
For to performe conspiracie.
Art thou so strong to profer wrong
Seditiously to worke such plots
And thus become rebellious
Scots.
Ans.
In vain ye boast your
English powers
As if your Gyhoes and great horses
Your walled towns and fenced towres
Were able to resist our forces
While as you Blot the valiant
Scot,
With treacherous doings, without reason,
You may thinke on the powder treason.
Quest.
Ther's not a coward so faint-hearted
I thinke which will not dar to fight,
But into valour will be converted
And stand up for his Countreyes right
When Canons rattle into Battell,
And Billots thick amongst us flee
S
t
George for
England still we cry.
Ans.
I'm sure when any Popish faisart
For prelats quarrels dar to sight,
There is not a
Scots-man but he'll haizart
For to defend his Countreys right
When Canons rumble and Billots tumble
And
English-men before us flee,
The
Covenant for
Scots we cry.
Quest.
The
Welch-men in his Princes honour
Hath vowed he will not be to seek,
But will display S
t
Davids banner,
And unto him present a liek-
Both men and boy that springs from
Troy
Doth swear if once they set upon it.
They'l make the
Scots-man waile his bonnet,
Ans.
The
Welch-men vowes he no way feareth
To make the
Scots-man wail his bonnet
But he performes not what he sweareth,
At
Newburne so was seen upon it.
When Trumpets blew and billots flew
The
Welch mens courage was to seek,
Where was S
t
David with his liek?
Quest.
The
French the
Irish and
Italian,
Also the
Danes and
Spaniard too,
The
Persian Pagan and each alian,
Doth seek rebellion to subdue.
Then seek thy peace let rumors cease
And not attempt to doe such thing,
Or move to wrath so good a King.
Ans.
The
Irish French and
Danes asist you
And
Rome with all her bastard blood:
Through GOD we are able to resist you
Because our quarrell is just and good,
We wish our King ay still may reigne,
While
Scots prove false and papists true,
And
Antichrist CHRISTS truth subdue.
Quest.
Lest paughty
Scot we cry have at thee
The mark's so fair we cannot misse,
Yet never since thy Dady gat thee
Thou could have fairer play nor this
Which we will show to thee our foe
Thou can not hold us much to blame
For thou thy self have wrought the same.
Ans.
Your crying will no wheit dismay us
For tho ye shoote ye may well misse,
Come when ye will ye may assay us,
To fight we will not be misse
Ye shall see Ladies got
[...]f
Scots Dadies,
Will make the
Pope curse his mishape,
And Prelats wail their
[...]er cap.
Q
[...].
And if the officers
[...]esse me,
I will be ready for the
[...],
And not seek any to re
[...] me,
But boldly fight for Countries fame,
Or if not so then will I goe,
A voluntire among the
[...]est,
If otherwise I be not
[...].
Ans.
Since brain sick P
[...]
[...] but pratle
I would advise you
[...]
[...]ght
Lest if they presse
[...] the battell
You turne a volunt
[...]
[...] flight
Since it is so, friend do not goe,
To fight, lest ye
[...]en Canons rumble
With shame for
[...]ar cry barlafumble.
Quest.
Thus to conclude my resolution,
As willing for to fight as sing
I'll drinke a health to his confusion,
That beareth armes against our King,
Whom I do love and still will prove,
A loyall subject to his Grace,
In
England or in any place.
Ans.
Then to conclude that Poet lyar,
That fayes he will not sing but fight
But Poets fighting away fleeth,
Except with pottles in the night.
For me I'l sing God save our King,
And drinke a health to all true
Scots
That loves the truth and hates false.
FINIS