Yeit Wallace tholyt, and leit thaim say thair will.
Quhen thai had demyt be mony diuerss skill,
In his awne mynd he abhorryt with this thing.665
The commounis cryit, ‘Mak Wallace crownyt king.’
Than smylyt he, and said; “It suld nocht be:
“At termys schort, ye get no mar for me.
“Wndyr colour we mon our ansuer mak;
“Bot sic a thing I will nocht on me tak.670
“I suffer yow to say that it is sa.
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