“Till thryfty men it dois full mekill scaith.
“He traistis the, rycht weyll thow may him tak;805
“Off this mater ane end I think to mak.
“War he away, we mycht at liking ryng
“As lordys all, and leiff wndyr a king.”
Than Menteth said; ‘He is our gouernour;
‘For ws he baid in mony felloun stour,810
‘Nocht for him selff, bot for our heretage:
‘To sell him thus it war a foull owtrage.’
Than Wallang said; “And thow weill wndyrstud,