In Archatan a consell he gert cry, 875 Quhar mony man socht till his senyory. All Lorn he gaiff till Duncan, at was wicht, And bad him hald [in] Scotland with the rycht: “And thow sall weill bruk this in heretage. “Thi brothir sone at London has grettar wage; 880 “Yeit will he cum, he sall his landis haiff. “I wald tyne nayne that rychtwisnes mycht saiff.” Mony trew Scot to Wallace couth persew; At Archatan fra feill strenthis thai drew. A gud knycht come, and with him men sexté; 885 He had beyn oft in mony strang jeperté With Inglissmen, and sonyeid nocht adeill. Ay fra thar faith he fendyt him full weill; Kepyt him fre, thocht king Eduuard had suorne; Schir Jhon Ramsay, that rychtwyss ayr was borne 890 Fol. 53 a Off Ouchterhous, and othir landis was lord, And schirreff als, as my buk will record; Off nobill blud, and alss haill ancestré; Contenyt weill with worthi chewalré. In till Straithern that lang tyme he had beyne, 895 At gret debait agaynys his enemyss keyne; Rycht wichtly wan his lewing in to wer; Till him and his Sotheroun did mekill der; Weill eschewit, and sufferyt gret distress. His sone was calld the flour of courtlyness; 900 As witnes weill in to the schort tretty Eftir the Bruce, quha redis in that story. He rewllit weill bathe in to wer and pess; Alexander Ramsay to nayme he hecht, but less. Quhen it wes wer, till armes he him kest; 905 Wndir the croun he wes ane off the best: In tyme off pees till courtlynes he yeid; Bot to gentrice he tuk nayne othir heid. Quhat gentill man had nocht with Ramsay beyne; Off courtlynes thai cownt him nocht a preyne. 910 Fredome and treuth he had as men would ass; Sen he begane na bettyr squier was. Roxburch hauld he wan full manfully; Syne held it lang, quhill tratouris tresonably Causit his dede, I can nocht tell yow how; 915 Off sic thingis I will ga by as now. I haiff had blayme to say the suthfastnes; Tharfor I will bot lychtly ryn that cace, Bot it be thing that playnly sclanderit is; For sic I trew thai suld deyme me no myss. 920 Off gud Alexander as now I spek no mar. His fadyr come, as I tald off befor: Wallace off hym rycht full gud comford hais; For weill he coud do gret harmyng till his fais. In wer he was rycht mekill for to pryss; 925 Besy and trew, bath sobyr, wicht, and wyss. A gud prelat als to Archatan socht; Off his lordschip as than he brukyt nocht. This worthi clerk, cummyn off hie lynage, Off Synclar blude, nocht fourty yer off age, 930 Chosyne he was be the Papis consent; Off Dunkell lord was maid with gud entent. Bot Inglissmen, that Scotland gryppit all, Off benyfice thai leit him bruk bot small. Quhen he saw weill tharfor he mycht nocht mwte, 935 To saiff his lyff thre yer he duelt in But; Fol. 53 b Leifyde as he mycht, and kepyt ay gud part, Wndir saifté off Jamys than lord Stewart, Till gud Wallace, quhilk Scotland wan with payne, Restord this lord till his leyffing agayne; 940 And mony ma, that lang had beyne ourthrawin, Wallace thaim put rychtwisly to thair awin. The small ost alss, the quhilk I spak off ayr, In to the hycht that Wallace lewyt thar, Come to the feild quhar Makfadyane had beyne, 945 Tuk at was left, baithe weid and wapynnys scheyne; Throw Lorn syne past als gudly as thai can: Off thair nowmyr thai had nocht lost a man. On the fyft day thai wan till Archatan, Quhar Wallace baid with gud men mony ane. 950 He welcummyt thaim apon a gudly wyss, And said thai war rycht mekill for to pryss. All trew Scottis he honourit in to wer; Gaiff that he wan, hym selff kepyt no ger.