‘That me hass brocht in to this myschefull chance!
‘Allace,’ scho said, ‘in warld that I was wrocht!
‘Giff all this payne on my self mycht be brocht!750
‘I haiff seruit to be brynt in a gleid.’
Quhen Wallace saw scho ner of witt couth weid,
In his armess he caucht hir sobrely,
And said; “Der hart, quha hass mysdoyne ocht, I?”
‘Nay, I,’ quoth scho, ‘hass falslye wrocht this trayn,755
‘I haiff you sald; rycht now yhe will be slayn.’
Scho tauld [to] him hir tresoun till ane end,