‘For a king to gang an Outlaw till
Is beneath his state and his dignitie.
‘The man that wons yon Foreste intill,
He lives by reif and felonie;
Wherefore, brayd on, my sovereign liege,
Wi fire and sword we’ll follow thee; (see a 522)
Or, gif your courtrie lords fa back,
Our borderers sall the onset gie.’
Then out and spak the nobil king,
And round him cast a wilie ee;