A Complaint against Mure
Schir,
I
complane
of
injuris:
A
refing
sonne
of
rakyng
Muris
Hes
magellit
my
making
throw
his
malis
And
present
it
into
yowr
palis.
Bot
sen
he
ples
with
me
to
pleid,
I
sall
him
knawin
mak
hyne
to
Calis,
Bot
giff
yowr
henes
it
remeid.
That
fulle
dismemberit
hes
my
meter
And
poysonid
it
with
strang
salpeter,
With
rycht
defamous
speiche
of
lordis,
Quhilk
with
my
collouris
all
discordis,
Quhois
crewall
slander
servis
ded,
And
in
my
name
all
leis
recordis.
Your
grace
beseik
I
of
remeid.
He
has
indorsit
myn
indyting
With
versis
of
his
awin
hand
wryting,
Quhairin
baithe
sclander
is
and
tressoun.
Of
ane
wod
fuill
far
owt
of
seasoun,
He
wantis
nocht
bot
a
rowndit
heid,
For
he
has
tynt
baith
wit
and
ressoun.
Your
grace
beseik
I
of
remeid.
Punes
him
for
his
deid
culpabile,
Or
gar
deliver
him
a
babile
That
Cuddy
Rug,
the
Drumfres
fuill,
May
him
resave
agane
this
Yuill,
All
roundit
into
yallow
and
reid,
That
ladis
may
bait
hym
lyk
a
buill
-
For
that
to
me
war
sum
remeid.
