The Whole Prophecies of Scotland, England, Ireland, France & Denmark/Chapter 4
The Prophecies of Berlington.
WHEN the ruby is raiſed, reſt is there none;
But much rancour ſhall riſe in river and plain,
Much ſorrow is ſeen through a ſluth hound,
That bears horns in his head like a wild hart:
Then a brock ſhall make a braid on a broad field,
And an hound ſhall bear a back with a brim face;
The ſlothful ſluth hound ſhall ſlay him for ever;
Through a treaty of a truce, a train ſhall be made,
That Scotland ſhall rue, and England for ever;
For the which Gladſmoore and Govanmoore gapes thereafter,
Then ſhall the banks of Beil bloom all about.
Then hye the Hurcheon to Hales and cloſe thee therein,
Thou ſhall be warped with a wind, and plucked ilk pen,
Shall never down on thy ſkin, nor birs be thee left:
A thunder ſhall work thy hold to the cold earth,
Shall never ſtone upon ſtone on ground be thee left,
And ſo this wretched beaſt is deſtroyed for ever.
When faith fails in prelates fawes,
And temporal lords will hold new laws,
And leachery holden for privy ſolace,
And reef holden for good purchaſe,
When Rome is divided in two parts,
And every prieſt hath the Pope's power:
Then ſhall the Dane of Albany,
Be put to great perplexity,
Man ſin forethink, and miſs amend,
Dread God, do law, think on the end.
Betwixt Templeton and the Baſs,
Thou ſhalt ſee a right fair sight,
Of barges and billingers and many broad sail,
With 3 libberts and the flower de luce high upon height,
And ſo the dreadful Dragon ſhall riſe from his den,
And from the deep doughty ſhall draw to the height.
Off Bruces left ſide ſhall ſpring out a leaf,
As near as to the ninth degree,
And ſhall be eſteemed of fair Scotland,
In France far beyond the ſea:
And then ſhall come again riding,
With eyes that many men may ſee.
At Aberlady he ſhall light,
With hempen halters and horſe of tree,
On Cosfoord green it ſhall be ſeen,
On Gladſmoore ſhall the battle be:
Now Albany make thou the bown,
At hidding be thou prompt:
He ſhall deal both tower and town,
His gifts ſhall ſtand for evermore.
Then boldly bown thee thereafter,
Upon a broad moor a battle ſhall be,
Beſide a ſtob croſs of ſtone,
Which on the moor ſtands hie,
It ſhall be clearly clad over with corps of Knights,
That the crow may not find where the croſs ſtood!
Many a wife ſhall weep, and ye ſhall under:
The dead ſhall riſe, and that shall be wonder,
And rax him rudly in his shire ſhield,
For the great comfort of a new king.
Now hie Powoke, with thy proud ſhow,
Take thy part of the pelf when the pack opens:
It ſhall be Gladſmoore by the ſea,
It ſhall be Gladſmoore where ever it be:
And the little lown that ſhall be,
Is betwixt the Lowmand and the ſea:
And well is the man in all his life,
That hath a Cot-houſe in Fife;
And yet once ſhall come the day,
He would the Cot-houſe were away.
And there ſhall come a hound out of the ſouth,
With him a rayment of ratches ruled right;
And actor for the keinly ſhall he come:
And in Fife ſhall fight, and the field win:
Yet ſhall a northern flaw fail him for ever,
And kill him to confuſion, and return never.
An eagle then ſhall come out of the north,
With a flock of birds fair at the flight:
Which ſhall make many foot founder and fall,
Then ſhall a ghoſt come out of the weſt,
With him a fair Menye;
Upon the eagle make him bowne.
But he ſo nigh then ſhall he flee.
I cannot tell you what he height:
A baſtard trow I boaſt he be.
His name ſhall not be expremed as now,
For he was gotten with a lady in privity,
His doughty deed without all doubt,
Shall comfort all his company.
However it happened for to fall,
The lion ſhall be Lord of all.
The French wife ſhall bear a ſon,
Shall weild all Britain to the ſea:
And from the Bruces blood ſhall come,
As near as the ninth degree,
Marvellous Merling that many men of tells,
And Thomas ſayings comes all at once:
Thongh their ſayings be selcouth they shall be ſooth found
And there shall our glading be;
The crow shall fit upon a ſtone,
And drink the gentle blood ſo free:
Take of the ribs, and bear to her birds:
⟨As⟩ God hath ſaid ſo muſt it be.
Then shall ladies lads wed,
And brook caſtles ⟨and⟩ towers high,
Beid hath berieved in his book and Bannester alſo,
Marvellous Merling, and accords in one:
Thomas the true, that never ſpake falſe,
Conſents to their ſaying, and the ſame terms has taken,
Yet shall there come a keen Knight over the ſalt ſea,
A keen man of courage, and bold man of arms,
A duke's ſon doubted, a born man in France,
That shall our mirths amend, and mend all our harms,
After the date of our Lord 1513, and thrice 3 thereafter,
Which shall brook all the broad iſle to himſelf.
Betwixt 13 and thrice 3, the threep shall be ended;
The Saxons shall never recover after.
He shall be crowned in the Kyth, in the caſtle of Dover,
Which wears the golden garland of Julias Cæſar,
More worship shall be win of greater worth,
Then ever Arthur himſelf had in his days.
Many doughty deeds shall he do thereafter,
Which shall be ſpoken of many days better.