“Abyd,” he said, “thow nedis nocht now to fle.”445
Wallace ansuerd; ‘I eschew nocht for the.
‘Bot that power has thi awn ner fordon;
‘Amendis off this, will God, we sall haiff son.’
“Langage off the,” the Bruce said, “I desyr.”
‘Say furth,’ quoth he; ‘thow may for litill hyr.450
‘Ryd fra that ost, and gar thaim bid with Beik.
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‘I wald fayn her quhat thow likis to speik.’
The ost baid styll, the Bruce passyt thaim fra;