To the cumly Quene, courtes and cleir.
"Dame, of thy glitterand gyde haue I na gle,
Be the gracious God that bocht vs sa deir;
To ken Kingis Courtasie, the Deuill come to me,
And sa I hope I may say, or I chaip heir.
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Micht I chaip of this chance, that changes my cheir,
Thair suld na man be sa wyse,
To gar me cum to Parise,
To luke quhair the King lyis,
In faith this seuin ȝeir!"
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LVII.
¶ Quhen worthie had weschin, and fra the buirdis went,
Thay war for-wonderit, I wis, of thair wyse Lord.
The King fell in carping, and tauld his Intent,
To mony gracious Grome he maid his record:
How the busteous Beirne met him on the bent,
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And how the Frostis war sa fell, and sa strait ford.
Than the Coilȝear quoke as he had bene schent,
Quhen he hard the suith say how he the King schord.
"Greit God! gif I war now and thy self with all,
Vpon the mure quhair we met,
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Baith all suddandly set,
Or ony Knicht that thow may get,
Sa gude in thy hall."
LVIII.
¶ Thir Lordis leuch vpon loft, and lystinit to the King,
How he was ludgeit and led, and set at sa licht;
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Than the curagious Knichtis bad haue him to hing:
"For he hes seruit that," thay said, "be our sicht."
"God forbot," he said, "my thank war sic thing
To him that succourit my lyfe in sa euill ane nicht!
Him semis ane stalwart man and stout in stryking;
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That Carll for his courtasie salbe maid Knicht.
I hald the counsall full euill that Cristin man slais,
