Our realme it brookes no ftrangers force, Let them elsewhere refort. Our rufty fworde with rest Shall firft his edge employ, ༢༧ To poll the toppes, that feeke fuch change, Or gape for fuch like joy. ttt I Ver. 9, toyes, al, ed. #She evidently means bere the Queen of Scots. ++ I cannot help fubjoining to the above fonnet another diftich of Elizabeth's preferved by Puttenham (p. 197.). which (Jays he) our foveraigne lady wrote in defiance of "fortune." Never thinke you, Fortune can beare the sway, The flighteft effufion of fuch a mind deferves attention. XVI. KING OF SCOTS AND ANDREW BROWNE. This ballad is a proof of the little intercourse that subfifted between the Scots and English, before the acceffion of James I. to the crown of England. The tale which is here fo circumftantially related does not appear to have had the leaft foundation in hiftory, but was probably built upon fome confused bearfay report of the tumults in Scotland during the minority of that prince, and of the confpiracies formed by different factions to get poffeffion of his perfon. It should feem from ver. 197 to have been written during the regency, or at least be fore the death, of the earl of Morton, who was condemned and executed June 2. 1581; when James was in his 15th year. The original copy (preferved in the archives of the Antiquarian Society London) is intitled, "A new Ballad, declar ing the great treafon confpired against the young king of "Scots, and how one Andrew Browne an English man, "which was the king's chamberlaine, prevented the fame, "To the tune of Milfield, or els to Green-fleeves." At the and is fubjoined the name of the author W. ELDERTÓN. "Im |