Be God thow servite ane dunt[820]
Of me,
Of Peblis to the play.”
“Ane dunt,” quod he, “quhat dewil is that?
Be God, yow dar not du’d!”
He stert till ane broggit stauf[821],
Wincheand as he war woode[822].
All that hous was in an reirde[823]:
Ane cryit, “The halie rude!
Help us, Lord, upon this erde[824],