Confused with a heavy thought,
With that confuſit with an hewy thocht,
Wich ner his deith ful oft tyme haith hyme ſocht,
Deuoydit was his spritis and his goſt,
[1032] He wiſt not of hyme-ſelf nor of his oſt;
he [sits] on his horse as still as stone.
Bot one his horß, als ſtill as ony ſton.
When that the knychtis armyt war ilkon,
The bugles are blown, and the knights are ready on horseback, 20,000 in number.
To warnnyng them vp goith the bludy ſown,