Wallace as than was laith to mak a ster.
Ane maid a scrip, and tyt at his lang suorde:
‘Hald still thi hand,’ quod he, ‘and spek thi word.’
“With thi lang suerd thow makis mekill bost.”145
‘Tharoff,’ quod he, ‘thi deme maid litill cost.’
“Quhat causs has thow to wer that gudlye greyne?”
‘My maist causs is bot for to mak the teyne.’
“Quhat suld a Scot do with sa fair a knyff?”
‘Sa said the prest that last janglyt thi wyff;150
‘That woman lang has tillit him so fair,