‘If you will give me any trust, my lord,
I’le tell you how you best may bee;
You’st let my brother ryde his wayes,
And tell those English lords, trulye,
XIII
‘How that you cannot with them ryde,
Because you are in an isle of the sea;
Then, ere my brother come againe,
To Edenborrow castle I’le carry thee.
XIV
‘I’le ’liver you unto the Lord Hume,
And you know a trew Scothe lord is hee,
For he hath lost both land and goods
In ayding of your good bodye.’—
XV
‘Marry, I am woe, woman,’ he sayes,
‘That any friend fares worse for me;
For where one saith it is a true tale,
Then two will say it is a lee.
XVI
‘When that I was at home in my realme,
Amonge my tennants all trulye,
In my time of losse, wherin my need stoode,
They came to ayd me honestlye.