The knycht ansuerd; ‘Thi lyff thow sall forlorn,
‘Or ellis that land, the contrar quha had suorn.’90
On bak he lap, and owt his suerd he drew;
The buschement brak, quhen he that takyn schew,
Gud Wallace thocht that mater stud nocht weill.
He gryppyt sone a scherand suerd off steill,
And at a straik the knycht to ded he draiff;95
About sexteyn sone lappyt all the layff.
Wallace and his so worthely thai wrocht,
Full feill thai slew that sarest on them socht.