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Behold, O Scots! the reueryes of your king,
Britannes, admire the extravangancyes of our king;
Those hee makes lordes who should on gibbetes hing,
S. Andrew, why does thou giue up thy schooles,
And bedleme turne, and parliament house of fooles? Par.
Old dotard Pasquill, thou mistaketh it,
Montrose confined vs here to learn some wit.
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