“Tharfor till ask, me think thow suld be bane,
“Grace off our king, and syn at his barnage.”
Than Wallace smyld [a] litill at his langage.
‘I grant,’ he said, ‘part Inglissmen I slew1385
‘In my quarrel, me thocht nocht halff enew.
‘I mowyt na wer bot for to win our awin;
‘To God and man the rycht full weill is knawin.
‘Thi frustyr wordis dois nocht bot taris me,
‘I the commaund, on Goddis halff, lat me be.’1390
A schyrray gart this clerk sone fra him pass;