‘I the forgyff.’ With outyn wordis mair
He kissyt hyr, syne tuk his leiff to fayr.
Hys burly brand, that helpyt him offt in neid,
Rycht priwalye he hid it wndyr that weid.770
To the south yett, the gaynest way, he drew;
Quhar that he fand off armyt men enew.
To thaim he tald, dissemblyt [in] contenance;
“To the chawmer, quhar he was vpon chance,
“Speid fast,” he said, “Wallace is lokit in.”775
Fra him thai socht with outyn noyiss or dyn,