To the herrold said syne with outyn ho;
“For thow art falss till armys and maynsuorn,
“Throuch thi chokkis thi tong sall be out schorn.”
Quhen that was doyne, than to the thrid said he;
“Armyss to juge thow sall neuir graithly se.”410
He gert a smyth, with his turkas rycht thar,
Pow out his eyne, syne gaiff thaim leiff to far.
“To your falss king thi falow sall thou leid;
“With my ansuer turss him his newois heid:
“Thus sar I drede the king, and all his bost.”415