His dum falow [led] hym on to thair ost.
Quhen king Eduuard his herroldis thus has seyne,
In propyr ire he wox ner wode for teyne,
That he nocht wyst on quhat wiss him to wreke;
For sorow almaist a word he mycht nocht spek.420
A lang quhill he stud wrythand in a rage;
On loud he said; “This is a fell owtrage,
“This deid to Scottis full der it sall be boucht;
“Sa dispitfull in warld was neuir wroucht.
“Off this regioun I think nocht for to gang,425