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 For thou that now a patient is,
 * and seemeth to be bound;

At liberty shall free be set,
 * and with empire be crown'd.

From high above fall grace come down,
 * and thy fate Scotland be,

In latter ends more prosperous,
 * nor former age did see.

Old prophecies foretel to thee,
 * a warlike Heir he's born,

Who shall recover new your right,
 * advance this kingdom's horn.

Then shall fair Scotland be advanc'd,
 * above her en'mies power;

Her cruel foes shall be dipers'd
 * and scatter'd from her bow'r.

Fair Scotia's en'mies may invade,
 * but not escape a plague;

With sword, & thirst, & tears & pest,
 * with fears and such like ague.

And after en'mies thrown down,
 * and mastered by war,

Then Scotland in peace and quietness,
 * pass joyful days for ever.

But that the curious may be more fully informed concerning the foresaid predictions, with respect to their being exactly fulfilled, they are referred to the Scottish Histories.