The fyrst frek raiss, and smat on Wallace fast;
Bathe to the ded he brocht thaim at the last.
Apon a pillar thair harnys owt he dang,
Bot with his handis, syn owt at the dur thaim flang;180
And said; “Quhat dewyll mowyt yon churllys at me?
“Lang tyme in France I wald haiff lattyn thaim be.”
Traistis for trewth, thus war thai ded in deid;
Thocht Franchmen [now] likis it nocht to reid.
Als I will cess and put it nocht in rym:185
Bettir tharis quha rycht can luk in tym.