And with that straik he trowit that Jhone was slane.
His swerd stak fast, and gat it never agane.
Be this, gude Jhone had gottin furth his sword,
And ran to James with mony awfull word.
“My furiousness, for suith[299], now sall thou find!”
Straikand at James his swerd flew in the wind.
Than gentill James began to crack[300] greit wordis.
“Allace!” quod he, “this day for falt of swordis.”
Than ather ran at uther with new raicis,
With gluifis[301] of plait thay dang at utheris facis.