“Well,” quod the king, “I have hard quhat yhe ſay,
But if god will, and ek if that I may,
In to ſich wyß I think for to withſtond,
[1584] Yhour lord ſhall have no powar of my londe.”
Arthur rejoices at the truce,
Of this meſag the king Reioſing haß,
And of the trewis wich that grantit was,
Bot anoyt ȝhit of the knycht was he,
[1588] Wich thei awant to have in ſuch dogre.
Ther leif thei tuk; and when at thei war gon,