His emys serwand to buy him fysche was send, Schir Ranald Craufurd, schirreff than was kend. Quhen he had tane of sic gud as he bocht, The Perseys stwart sadly till him socht, And said; “Thow Scot, to quhom takis thow this thing?” 85 ‘To the schirreff,’ he said. “Be hewynnys king, “My lord sall haiff it; and syne go seke the mar.” Wallace on gaite ner by was walkand thar: Till him he yeid, and said; ‘Gud freynd, pray I the, ‘The schirreffis serwand thow wald lat him be.’ 90 A hetfull man the stwart was of blude; And thoucht Wallace chargyt him in termys rude. “Go hens, the Scot, the mekill dewill the speid; “At thi shrewed wss thow wenys me to leid.” A huntyn staff in till his hand he bar; 95 Thar with he smat on Willyham Wallace thair. Bot for his tre litill sonyhé he maid, Bot be the coler claucht him with outyn baid. A felloun knyff fast till his hart straik he; Syn fra him dede schot him doun sodanlé: 100 Catour sen syne he was, but weyr, no mar. Men of armess on Wallace semblit thar, Four scor was sett in armyss buskyt boune, On the merket day, for Scottis to kepe the toune. Bot Wallace bauldlye drew a suerd of wer, 105 In to the byrneis the formast can he ber, Throuch out the body stekit him to dede; And syndry ma, or he past of that stede. Ane othir awkwart a large straik tuk [he] thar, Abown the kne, the bayne in sondir schar. 110 The thrid he straik throuch his pissand of maile. The crag in twa; no weidis mycht him waill. Thus Wallace ferd als fers as a lyoun. Fol. 6 b Than Inglissmen, that war in bargane, boune To kepe the gait with speris rud and lang; 115 For dynt of suerd thai durst nocht till hym gang. Wallace was harnest on his body weyle; Till him thai socht with hedis scharp of steyle, And fra his strenth enwerounde him about; Bot throu the press on a side he went out, 120 On till a wall that stude by the se syde; For weyle or wo thar most he nedis abide. And off thar speris in pecis part he schar. Than fra the castell othir help come mar. Atour the dike thai yeid on athir side, 125 Schott doun the wall; no socour was that tyde. Than wist he nocht of no help, bot to de; To wenge his dede amang thaim louss yeid he, On athyr part in gret ire hewand fast. Hys byrnyst brand to byrstyt at the last, 130 Brak in the heltis, away the blaid it flaw; He wyst na wayne, bot out his knyff can draw. The fyrst he slew, that him in hand has hynt; And othir twa he stekit with his dynt. The remanand with speris to him socht, 135 Bar him to ground, than forthir mycht he nocht. The lordis bad that thai suld nocht him sla; To pyne him mar thai chargyt him to ta. Thus in thar armyss, supposs that he had suorne, Out off the garth befors thai haff him borne. 140 Thus gud Wallace with Inglissmen was tane, In falt of helpe, for he was him allayne: He coud nocht cheyss, sic curage so hym bar, Frewill fortoun thus broucht him in the snar; And falss Inwye, ay contrar rychtwisnes, 145 That wiolent god full of doubilnes. Thai fenyeit goddis Wallace neuir knew: Gret rychtwisness him ay to mercy drew. His kyn mycht nocht him get for na kyn thing, Mycht thai hawe payit the ransoune of a king. 150 The more thai bad, the mor it was in wayne. Off thar best men that day sewyn has he slayne. Thai gert set him in till a presoune fell; Off his turment gret payne it war to tell. Ill meyt and drynk thai gert on till hym gyff, 155 Gret merwaille was lang tyme gif he mycht leyff: And ek thar to he was in presoune law, Quhill thai thocht tyme on him to hald the law. Leyff I him thar in to that paynfull sted. Gret God abowe till him send sum ramede! 160 The playne compleynt, the pittows wementyng! The wofull wepyng that was for his takyng! The tormentyng of euery creatur! “Alas,” thai said, “how suld our lyff endur? “Be fortoun armess has left him in thrillage: 165 “The flour of youth in till his tendir age. Fol. 7 a “Lefand as now a chiftane had we nane, “Durst tak on hand, bot yong Wallace alayne. “This land is lost; he caucht is in the swar, “The Apersé of Scotland left in cayr!” 170