Prayit thaim to byd quhill he mycht cum agayn.
Atour a hill he passit till a playn.570
Out off thair sycht, in till a forest syd,
He sat him doun wndyr ane ayk to bid;
His bow and suerd he lenyt till a tre,
In angwyss greiff, on grouff so turned he.
His petows mynd was for his men so wrocht,575
That off him selff litill as than he roucht.
“O wrech!” he said, “that neuir couth be content
“Off our gret mycht that the gret God the lent;