The Whole Prophecies of Scotland, England, Ireland, France & Denmark/Chapter 10
The Prophecies of Sybillia and Eltrain.
WHen the goat with the golden horn is choſen the ſea,
The next year thereafter Gladſmoore ſhall be.
Whoſo likes for to read,
Marvellous Merling and Beid,
In this manner they ſhall proceed,
Of things unknown,
The truth now to record:
And from the date of our Lord.
Though that it be ſhowen:
Take a thouſand in calculation,
And the longeſt of the Lion.
Four creſcents under one crown,
With Sainct Andrew's croſs thrise:
Then threeſcore and thrise three;
Take heed to Merling truely;
Than ſhall the wars ended be,
And never again riſe.
In that year there ſhall a king,
A duke and no crowned king,
Becauſe the prince ſhall be young,
And tender of years.
Much ſorrow and ſtrife,
Shall be in Lothian and Fife,
Through the fulmart's falſe fears.
The mauldragil moldiwart,
Through the ſupply of the fained hart,
And lancing of the Libbert,
Linked in a lace:
In Fife and Lothian ſhall ſtand,
With many bow, bill and brand,
And burn and ſlay all from hand,
Without any grace.
Then comes the anthelope,
The blind moldiwarte to ſtop;
With many ſemyors in a ſop:
Forth of all airths.
The lion raping at the roves,
With the proyne, and pleningoes:
And many knights for to cloyes,
Shall come from the ſouth.
The ſadled horſe ſhall be ſeen,
Ty'd to a tree green,
And with a viſa la fine,
In a bag ſhall be born:
Sine two ſhips in a ſhield,
That day ſhall fit the fieid,
To be the Anthelope's beild,
And fetch him beforn.
The bear's head, and the brook,
The beam and the bloody yoke,
Three creſcents, and a cock,
Shall come from the north.
They ſhall come from the broyle,
And knights keenly ſhall toyle,
For love of the ſinke foyle,
And fight upon Forth.
When the battle draws near,
In their fight ſhall appear,
A navy of men war,
Approaching at hand.
Then put their men in ordinance,
With five hundred knights of France,
And a duke them to advance,
To be in the vanguard;
And to the Anthelope ſhall liend,
And take him eaſily to friend,
Then the Libbert ſhall be teind,
And deſperate of bliſs.
Scots and French ſhall take a part,
With a proud haitrent heart;
And ſhall upon the moldiwarte,
Ere the deffevre.
⟨His⟩ bow to him ſhall be no bield,
All his knights ſhall be kild,
Himſelf is ſlain in the field,
And vincuſt for ever.
This ſhall the wars ended be,
Then peace and policie,
Shall reign in Albanie,
Still without end.
And whoſo likes to look,
The deſcription of this book,
This writes Beid who will look,
And ſo doth make an end.