Befor him he fand gud Schyr Jhone the Grayme,
Ay strykand doun quham euir he mycht ourhy.
Than Wallace said; “This is bot waist foly,
“Comons to slay, quhar chyftayns gayis away;950
“Your horss is fresche, tharfor do as I say.
“Gud men yhe haiff ar yeit in nobill stait:
“To yon gret rout, for Goddis luff, had your gait;
“Sowndyr thaim sone, we sall cum at your hand.”
Quhen Schyr Jhon had his tayll weyll wndirstand,955
Off nane othir fra thine furth tuk he heid;