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 Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 2, no. B07666) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 181261) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 2183:20) An English challenge and a reply from Scotland. 1 sheet ([1] p.). s.n., [London : 1640?] In verse. Caption title. Publication information from STC (2nd ed.). In praise of Scots valour, mentioning the battle of Newburn, 28 Aug. 1640 -- Cf. STC (2nd ed.). Imperfect: stained, with loss of print. Reproduction of original in: National Library of Scotland. eng Newburn, Battle of, 1640 -- Early works to 1800. Ballads, English -- 17th century. Scotland -- History -- Charles I, 1625-1649 -- Early works to 1800. Broadsides -- England -- London -- 17th century. eebo An English challenge and a reply from Scotland. [no entry] 1640 1 1196 17 0 0 0 0 0 142.14 F The rate of 142.14 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the F category of texts with 100 or more defects per 10,000 words. 2012-08 Assigned for keying and markup 2012-08 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2012-11 Sampled and proofread 2012-11 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2013-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
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 suffer 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 St 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 St 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 St 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 .
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