He thankit hym, and thus his leyff has tayne; Till Corsbé syne with his wncle raid hayme. Fol. 45 b With myrthis thus all nycht thai soiornyt thar. 155 Apon the morn thai graith thaim to the ar; And furth thai ryd, quhill thai come to Kingace. With dreidfull hart thus sperit wicht Wallace At Schyr Ranald, for the charter off pees. “Neuo,” he said, “thir wordis ar nocht les. 160 “It is lewyt at Corsbé, in the kyst “Quhar thou it laid; tharoff na othyr wist.” Wallace ansuerd; ‘Had we it her to schaw, ‘And thai be falss, we suld nocht entir awe.’ “Der sone,” he said, “I pray the pass agayne; 165 “Thocht thou wald send, that trawaill war in wayne: “Bot thou, or I, can nane it bryng this tid.” Gret grace it was maid him agayne to ryd. Wallace raturnd, and tuk with him bot thre; Nane off thaim knew this endentour bot he. 170 Wnhap him led, for bid him couth he nocht; Off fals dissayt this gud knycht had na thocht. Schir Ranald raid but restyng to the town, Wittand na thing off all this falss tresown. That wykked syng so rewled the planait; 175 Saturn was than in till his heast stait. Aboune Juno in his malancoly, Jupiter, Mars, ay cruell off inwy, Saturn as than awansyt his natur. Off terandry he power had and cur; 180 Rebell renkis in mony seir regioun; Trubbill weddyr makis schippis to droune, His drychyn is with Pluto in the se; As off the land, full off iniquité, He waknys wer, waxyng off pestilence, 185 Fallyng off wallis with cruell wiolence, Pusoun is ryff, amang thir othir thingis; Sodeyn slauchter off empriouris and kingis. Quhen Sampsone powed to grond the gret piller, Saturn was than in till the heast sper. 190 At Thebes als off his power thai tell, Quhen Phiorax sank throuch the erd till hell. Off the Troianis he had full mekill cur, Quhen Achilles at Troy slew gud Ectur, Burdeous schent, and mony citeis mo; 195 His power yeit it has na hap to ho. In braid Brytane feill wengeance has beyne seyne; Off this and mar, ye wait weill quhat I meyn. Bot to this hous, that stalwart wes and strang, Schir Ranald come, and mycht nocht tary lang. 200 A bawk was knyt all full of rapys keyne; Fol. 46 a Sic a towboth sen syn was neuir seyne. Stern men was set the entré for to hald; Nayne mycht pass in, bot ay as thai war cald. Schir Ranald fyrst, to mak fewté for his land, 205 The knycht, went in, and wald na langar stand: A rynnand cord thai slewyt our his hed, Hard to the bawk, and hangyt him to ded. Schyr Bryss the Blayr next with hys eyme in past; On to the ded thai haistyt him full fast, 210 Be he entrit, hys hed was in the swar; Tytt to the bawk, hangyt to ded rycht thar. The third entrit, that peté was for thy, A gentill knycht, Schyr Neill off Mungumry; And othir feill off landit men about. 215 Mony yeid in, bot na Scottis com out. Off Wallace part, thai putt to that derff deid, Mony Craufurd sa endyt in that steid. Off Carrik men Kennadyss slew thai alss; And kynd Cambellis, that neuir had beyne falss. 220 Thir rabellit nocht contrar thair rychtwiss croun; Sotheroun for thi thaim putt to confusioun; Berklais, Boidis, and Stuartis off gud kyn: Na Scott chapyt that tyme that entrit in. Vpon the bawk thai hangit mony par, 225 Be sid thaim ded in the nuk kest thaim thar. Sen the fyrst tyme that ony wer wes wrocht, To sic a dede so mony sic yeid nocht Vpon a day, throuch curssit Saxons seid: Vengeance off this throuch out that kynrik yeid. 230 Grantyt wes fra God in the gret hewyn, Sa ordand he that law suld be thair stewyn. To falss Saxons, for thair fell jugément, Thar wykkydnes our all the land is went. Yhe nobill men, that ar off Scottis kind, 235 Thar petous dede yhe kepe in to your mynd; And ws rawenge, quhen we ar set in thrang. Dolour it is her on to tary lang. Thus auchtene scor to that derff dede thai dycht, Off barronis bald, and mony worthi knycht. 240 Quhen thai had slayne the worthiast that was thar, For waik peple thai wald na langar spar: In till a garth kest thaim out off that sted, As thai war born, dispulyeit, bar, and ded. Gud Robert Boid on till a tawern yeid, 245 With twenty men that douchty war in deid, Off Wallace houss, full cruell off entent; He gouernyt thaim quhen Wallace was absent. Kerlé turnyt with his mastir agayne, Kneland and Byrd, that mekill war off mayne. 250 Fol. 46 b Stewyn off Irland went furth; apon the streit A trew woman full sone with him couth meit. He speryt at hir, quhat hapnyt in the ayr. “Sorou,” scho said, “is nothing ellis thar.” Ferdly scho ast, “Allace! quhar is Wallace?” 255 ‘Fra ws agayne he passit at Kingace.’ “Go warn his folk, and haist thaim off the toun; “To kepe him selff I sall be reddy boun.” With hir as than no mar tary he maid; Till his falowis he went with outyn baid. 260 And to thaim tald off all this gret mysfair.