The brym battaill, braithly on athir sid, Gret rerd thar raiss all sammyn quhar thai ryd. The sayr semblé, quhen thai to gidder met, Feill strakis thar sadly on athir set. 210 Punyeand speris throuch plattis persit fast; Mony off hors to the ground doun thai cast; Saidlys thai teym off horss bot maistris, thar; Off the south sid fyve thousand doun thai bar. Gud Wallace ost the formast kumraid sa, 215 Quhill the laiff was in will away to ga. Erll Patrik baid, sa cruell off entent, At all his ost tuk off him hardiment. Agayne Wallace in mony stour was he. Wallace knew weill, that his men wald nocht fle 220 For na power that leiffand was in lyff, Quhill thai in heill mycht ay be ane for fyfe. In that gret stryff mony was handlyt hate; The feill dyntis, the cruell hard debait, The fers steking, maid mony grewous wound, 225 Apon the erd the blud did till abound. All Wallace ost in till a cumpaiss baid; Quhar sa thai turnd full gret slauchtyr thai maid. Wallace and Grayme, and Ramsay full worthi, The bauld Cetoun, and Richard off Lundy, 230 [And] Adam, als Wallace, off Ricardtoun, Bathe Hay and Lyll, with gud men off renoun, Boyde, Bercla, Byrd, and Lauder, that was wycht, Feill Inglissmen derffly to ded thai dycht. Bot erll Patrik full fersly faucht agayn; 235 Throuch his awin hand he put mony to payn. Fol. 60 a Our men on him thrang forthwart in to thra. Maide throuch his ost feill sloppis to and fra. The Inglissmen began playnly to fle; Than byschope Beik full sodeynly thai se; 240 And Robert Bruce, contrar his natiff men: Wallace was wa, fra tyme he couth him ken. Off Brucis deid he was agrewit far mar Than all the laiff that day at semblit thar. The gret buschement at anys brak on breid, 245 Ten thousand haill that douchty war in deid, The flearis than with erll Patrik relefd To fecht agayn, quhar mony war myscheifd. Quhen Wallace knew the buschement brokyn was, Out off the feild on hors thai thocht to pass. 250 Bot he saw weill his ost sownd in thair weid; He thoucht to fray the formast or thai yeid. The new cummyn ost befor thaim semblit thar, On athir sid with strakis sad and sar. The worthi Scottis sa fersly faucht agayne, 255 Off Antonys men rycht mony haiff thai slayne: Bot that terand so wsit was in wer, On Wallace ost thai did full mekill der. And the bauld Bruce sa cruelly wrocht he, Throuch strenth off hand feill Scottis he gert de. 260 To resist Bruce Wallace him pressit fast, Bot Inglissmen so thik betuixt thaim past: And erll Patrik, in all the haist he moucht, Throuch out the stour to Wallace sone he socht; On the thé pess a felloun strak him gaiff, 265 Kerwit the plait, with his scharp groundyn glaiff, Throuch all the stuff, and woundyt him sumdeill. Bot Wallace thocht he suld be wengit weill, Folowed on him, and a straik etlyt fast. Than ane Mawthland rakless betwix thaim past: 270 Apon the heid gud Wallace has him tane, Throuch hat and brawn in sondyr bryst the bane; Dede at that straik doun to the ground him drawe. Thus Wallace was disseuiryt fra the lawe Off hys gud men, amang thaim him allane. 275 About him socht feill enemyss mony ane, Stekit his horss; to ground behufid him lycht, To fend him selff as wysly as he mycht. The worthy Scottis, that mycht na langar bid, With sair hartis out off the feild thai ryd. 280 With thaim in feyr thai wend Wallace had beyne, On fute he was amang his enemyss keyn. Gud rowme he maid about him in to breid; Fol. 60 b With his gud suerd that helpyt him in neid. Was nayne sa strang, that gat off him a strak, 285 Eftir agayne maid neuir a Scot to waik. Erll Patrik than, that had gret crafft in wer, With speris ordand gud Wallace doun to ber. Anew thai tuk was haill in to the feild; Till him thai yeid, thocht he suld haiff no beild; 290 On athir sid fast poyntand at his ger. He hewid off hedys, and wysly coud him wer. The worthy Scottis off this full litill wyst; Socht to gud Graym quhen thai thair chyftane myst. Lauder, and Lyle, and Hay, that was full wicht, 295 And bauld Ramsay, quhilk was a worthy knycht; Lundy, and Boid, and Crystell off Cetoun, With fyve hundreth, that war in bargane boun, Him to reskew full rudly in thai raid, About Wallace a large rowme thai maid. 300 The byschop Beik was braithly born till erd; At the reskew thar was a glamrous rerd. Or he gat wp, feill Sotheroun thai slew. Out off the press Wallace thai couth raskew; Sone horssit him apon a coursour wicht; 305 Towart a strenth ridis in all thair mycht, Rycht wysly fled, reskewand mony man. The erll Patrik to stuff the chace began. On the flearis litill harm than he wrocht: Gud Wallace folk away to giddyr socht. 310 Thir fyve hundreth, the quhilk I spak off ayr, Sa awfully abawndownd thaim sa sar, Na folowar durst out fra his falow ga; The gud flearis sic raturnyng thai ma.