“Weyll bruk thow it! all thus stentis our stryff:
“Schaip to pleyss God in mendyng off thi lyff.240
“Thi faithfull freynd my selff thinkis to be;
“And als my nayme I sall sone tell to the.
“For chans off wer thou suld no murnyng mak;
“As werd will wyrk, thi fortoun mon thou tak.
“I am that man that you awanss so hie;245
“And bot schort tym sen I come to the se:
“Off Scotland born, my rycht name is Wallace.”
On kneis he fell, and thankit God of grace;