“Nor no man ellis, quhill I se my rycht king.
“Gyff he will cum, and tak on him the croun,
“At his commaund I sall be reddy boun.
“Throw Goddis grace I reskewed Scotland twyss;125
“I war to mad to leyff [it] on sic wyss,
“To tyn for bost that I haiff gowernd lang.”
Thus halff in wraith frawart him can he gang.
Stewart tharwith all bolynt in to baill.
‘Wallace,’ he said, ‘be the I tell a taill.’130
“Say furth,” quoth he, “off the farrest ye can.”