The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, with memoir of the author.

LORD OF THE ISLES. 331
His fostyr-brodyr menyt he
And waryit 1 all the tothyr thre.
And syne hys way tuk him allane,
And rycht towart his tryst 2 is gane."
The Bruce, Book v., v. 405.
NOTE N.
Such hate was his on Solway's strand,
When vengeance clelch'd his palsied hand,
That pointed yet to Scotland's land. —P. 139.
To establish his dominion in Scotland had been a
favourite object of Edward's ambition, and nothing
could exceed the pertinacity with which he pursued
it, unless his inveterate resentment against the insurgents, who so frequently broke the English yoke when
he deemed it most firmly riveted. After the battles
of Falkirk and Methven, and the dreadful examples
which he had made of Wallace and other champions
of national independence, he probably concluded
every chance of insurrection was completely annihilated. This was in 1306, when Bruce, as we have
seen, was utterly expelled from Scotland: yet, in the
conclusion of the same year, Bruce was again in arms
and formidable; and in 1307, Edward, though exhausted by a long and wasting malady, put himself at
the head of the army destined to destroy him utterly.
This was, perhaps, partly in consequence of a vos
which he had taken upon him, with all the pomp of
1 Cursed. —2 The place of rendezvous appointed for his
soldiers.