Quod James to Jhone, “Yit for our ladyis saikis,
Lat us togidder straik three market straikis[293].”
“I had,” quod Jhone, “that sall on thee be wrokin[294]!”
Bot or[295] he spurrit his hors his speir was brokin.
From tyme with speiris nane could his marrow[296] meit
James drew ane swerd with ane richt awfull spreit,
And ran til Jhone, til haif raucht him ane rout[297].
Johnis swerd was roustit, and wald no way cam out.
Than James leit dryfe at Jhone with boith his fistis.
He mist the man, and dang[298] upon the lystis;