And cryit; “Lord, abide; your men ar martyrit doun
“Rycht cruelly, her in this fals regioun.
“Fyve of our court her at the wattir baid,425
“Fysche for to bryng, thocht it na profyt maid.
“We ar chapyt, bot in feyld slayne are thre.”
The lord speryt; ‘How mony mycht thai be?’
“We saw bot ane that has discumfyst ws all.”
Than leuch he lowde, and said; ‘Foule mot yow fall;430
‘Sen ane yow all has putt to confusioun.
‘Quha menys it maist, the dewyll of hell him droun;