I will yeild the my brand, sen na better may bene.
Quhair that fortoune will faill,
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Thair may na besynes availl."
He braidit vp his ventaill,
That closit wes clene.
LXVIII.
For to ressaue the brand the berne wes full blith,
For he wes byrsit and beft, and braithly bledand;
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Thoght he wes myghtles, his mercy can he thair myth,
And wald that he nane harm hynt with hart and with hand.
Thai caryit baith to the kynge, cumly to kyth; [to the kynde.]
Thair lancis war loissit, and left on the land.
Than said he loud vpone loft: "lord, will ye lyth,
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Ye sall nane torfeir betyde, I tak vpone hand.
Na mysliking haue in hart, nor haue ye na dout;
Oft in romanis I reid:
Airly sporne, late speid."
The king to the pailyeoune gart leid
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The knight that wes stout.
LXIX.
Thai hynt of his harnese, to helyn his wound;
Lechis war noght to lait, with sawis sa sle.
With that mony fresch freik can to the feild found,
With Gologras in his geir, grete of degre;
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Armyt in rede gold, and rubeis sa round,
With mony riche relikis, riale to se.
Thair wes on Gologras, quhair he glaid on the ground,
Frenyeis of fine silk, fratit full fre.
Apone sterand stedis, trappit to the heill,
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Sexty schalkis full schene,
Cled in armour sa clene,
No wy wantit, I wene,
All stuffit in steill.
