‘Forsuth,’ he said, ‘we fand nane in that art,
‘That proffryt ws sic wnkyndlynes.
‘Bot with your leiff I spek in haymlynes,
‘Trow ye be sycht ye couth that squier knaw?’
“Full lang it war sen tym that I him saw.350
“Bot thir wordis off him ar bot in wayn;
“Or he com her, rycht gud men will be slayn.”
Than Wallace said; ‘Her I haiff brocht with me,
‘Off likly men that was in our countré:
‘Quhilk off all thir wald ye call him most lik?’355