“Sa furth,” quoth he, “be thi desyr resonable,
“I sall it grant with outyn ony fable.”
The Butler said; ‘Wallace thow knawis rycht,
‘Thow may nocht chaip for power nor for slycht.
‘And sen thou seis it may no bettir be;475
‘For thi gentrice, thow will yeild the to me.’
Than Wallace said; “Thi will wnskillfull is;
“Thow wald I did quhilk is our hie a myss.
“Yoldin I am to bettir, I can pruff;
“To mychty God, that Makar is, abuff.480