The Sothron part out off the feild that fled, With sorow socht to the castell off Ayr, 225 Befor the lord, and tauld him off thair cair; Quhat gud thai lost, and quha in feild was slayne, Throw wicht Wallace that was mekill off mayne; And how he had gart all thar serwandis hang. The Persye said; “And that squier lest lang, 230 “He sall ws exille out off this contré cleyne; “Sa dispitfull in wer was neuir seyne. “In our presoune her last quhen that he was, “Our slouthfully our keparis leit him pass. “Thus stuff our land, I fynde may nocht weill be; 235 “We mon ger bryng our wittaill be the se. “Bot loss our men, it helpis ws rycht nocht; “Thar kyne may ban that euir we hydder socht.” Lat I thaim thus, blamand thar sory chance, And mar to sper of Scottis mennys gouernance. 240 Quhen Wallace had weyle wenquist to the playne The falss terand that had his fadyr slayne; His brothyr als, quhilk was a gentill knycht, Fol. 12 a Othir gud men befor to dede thai dycht; He gert dewyss, and prowide thar wictaille; 245 Baith stuff and horss that was of gret awaille, To freyndis about preualye thai send, The ramanand full glaidlye thar thai spend. In Clydis wode thai soiornyt twenty dayis, Na Sothren that tyme was persawyt in thai wais, 250 Bot he tholyt dede that come in thar danger: The worde of him walkit baith fer and ner. Wallace was knawin on lyff leyffand in playne, Thocht Inglissmen tharoff had gret payne. The erle Persye to Glaskow couth he fair, 255 With wyss lordis, and held a consell thair. Quhen thai war mett, weylle ma na ten thousand, Na chyftane was that tyme durst tak on hand, To leide the range on Wallace to assaill. He speryt about, quhat was the best consaill. 260 Schir Amar Wallange, a falss traytour strange, In Bothwell duelt, and thar was thaim amange. He said; “My lorde, my consaill will I giff; “Bot ye do it, fra scaith ye may nocht scheyff. “Yhe mon tak pess, with out mar tarying, 265 “As for a tyme we may send to the king.” The Persye said; ‘Of owr trewis he will nane. ‘Ane awfull chyftane trewly he is ane; ‘He will do mair, in faith, or that he blyne: ‘Sothroun to sla he thinkis it na syne.’ 270 Schir Amar said; “Trewis it wordis tak; “Quhill eft for him prowisioune we may mak. “I knaw he will do mekill for his kyne; “Gentryss and trewtht ay restis him within. “His wncle Schyr Ranald may mak this band. 275 “Gyff he will nocht, racunnyss all his land “On to the tym that he this werk haiff wrocht.” Schir Ranald was sone to that consell brocht; Thai chargyt him to mak Wallace at pess, Or he suld pass to Londone with outyn less. 280 Schir Ranald said; “Lordis, yhe knaw this weill, “At my commande he will nocht do a deill. “His worthi kyn dispitously ye slew, “In presone syne ner to the dede him threw. “He is at large, and will nocht do for me, 285 “Thocht ye tharfor rycht now suld ger me de.” Schir Amar said; ‘Thir lordis sone sall send ‘On to the king, and mak a finall end ‘Off his conquest, forsuth he will it haiff. ‘Wallace na thou ma nocht this kynrik saiff. 290 ‘Mycht Eduuard king get him, for gold or land, ‘To be his man, than suld he bruk Scotland.’ The lordis bad cess; “Thow excedis to that knycht Fol. 12 b “Fer mair be treuth than it is ony rycht. “The wrang conquest our king desiris ay; 295 “On hym or vs it sall be seyne some day. “Wallace has rycht, bathe force and fair fortoun: “Ye hard how he eschapyt our presoune.” Thus said that lord, syne prayit Schyr Ranald fair To mak this pess; “Thou schirreff art of Ayr. 300 “As for a tyme we may awisit be: “Vndyr my seylle I sall be bound to the “For Inglissmen, that thai sall do him nocht, “Nor to no Scottis, less it be on thaim socht.” Schir Ranald wist he mycht thaim nocht ganestand; 305 Off lord Persye he has resauit this band. Perseys war trew, and ay off full gret waill, Sobyr in pess, and cruell in battaill. Schir Ranald bownyde vpon the morne but baid, Wallace to seke in Clydis forest braid. 310 So he him fand bownand to his dyner. Quhen thai had seyne this gud knycht was so ner, Weyle he him knew, and tauld thaim quhat he was; Meruaille he had quhat gart him hiddyr pass, Maide him gud cheyr of meyttis fresche and fyne. 315 King Eduuardis self could nocht get bettir wyn Than thai had thar, warnage and wenysoune Off bestiall in to full gret fusioun. Syn eftir mett, he schew thaim of hys deide, How he had beyne in to so mekill dreid. 320 “Now,” he said, “wyrk part of my consaill; “Tak pess a quhill, as for the mair awaill.