XL.
¶ "Thow fand me fechand nathing that followit to feid, [sechand?]
I war ane fule gif I fled, and fand nane affray;
Bot as ane lauchfull man my laidis to leid,
That leifis with mekle lawtie and laubour in fay.
Be the Mother and the Maydin that maid vs remeid,
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And thow mat me ony mair, cum efter quhat sa may, [mar?]
Thow and I sall dyntis deill quhill ane of vs be deid,
For the deidis thow hes me done vpon this deir day."
Mekle merwell of that word had Schir Rolland;
He saw na wappinis thair,
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That the Coilȝear bair,
Bot ane auld Buklair,
And ane roustie brand.
XLI.
¶ "It is lyke," said Schir Rolland, and lichtly he leuch,
"That sic ane stubill husband man wald stryke stoutly;
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Thair is mony toun man to tuggill is full teuch,
Thocht thair brandis be blak and vnburely;
Oft fair foullis ar fundin faynt, and als freuch.
I defend we fecht or fall in that foly.
Lat se how we may disseuer with sobernes aneuch,
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And catche crabitnes away, be Christ counsall I.
Quhair winnis that Wymond thow hecht to meit to day?"
"With the Quene, tauld he me;
And thair I vndertuke to be,
Into Paris, Pardie,
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Withoutin delay."
XLII.
"And I am knawin with the Quene," said Schir Rolland,
"And with mony byrdis in hir Bowre, be buikis and bellis;
The King is into Paris, that sall I warrand,
