“King Eduuard wald gret landis to the giff.”
‘Wncle,’ he said, ‘off sic wordis no mar;395
‘This is no thing bot eking off my car.
‘I lik bettir to se the Sothren de,
‘Than gold or land that thai can giff to me.
‘Trastis, rycht weyll of wer I will nocht cess,
‘Quhill tyme that I bryng Scotland in to pess,400
‘Or de tharfor, in playne to wndrestand.’
So come Kerlé, and gud Stewyn of Irland;
The wedowis sone to Wallace he thaim broucht.