‘Gold may be gayn, bot worschip is ay new.
‘Your king promyst that we suld battaill haiff;
‘His wrytt tharto undyr his seyll he gaiff.890
‘Lettir nor band, ye se, may nocht awaill
‘Ws; for this tyme he hecht to gyff battaill.
‘Me think we suld on his men wengit be;
‘Apon our kyn mony gret wrang wrocht he:
‘His dewyllyk deid he did in to Scotland.’895
The mayr said; “Schyr, rycht thus we wndyrstand:
“We haiff no charge quhat our king gerris ws do;