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He is the riallest roy, reuerend, and rike,
Mony burgh, mony bour, mony big bike,
Selcouth war the sevint part to say at faw'.
Thare anerdis to our nobill, to note, quhen hym nedis,
With all thair strang power,
Worthy in wedis.
And mony wight weryer,
It has bene tauld hym with tong, trow ye full traift,
That now is namyt neir, of all nobilnes,
Sa wyde quhare wourfcip walkis be weft;
Our feymly fouerane hym felf, forfuth, will noght cefe,
Gif pament, or praier, mught mak that purchese,
For na largese my lord noght wil he neuer let,
Na for na riches to rigne;
I mak you na lefing,
It war his maist yarnyng,
Your grant for to get."
Than said the fyre of the fail, with fad fembland,
I fuld fickirly myself be confentand,
And feik to your fouerane, feymly on fyll.
Sen hail our doughty elderis has bene endurand,
If I, for obeifance or boist, to bondage me bynde,
Hingit heigh on ane tre,
That ilk creature might se,
Bot fauand my fenyeoury fra fubiectioun,
I will noght bow me ane bak, for berne that is borne;
I think my fredome to hald,
Has done me beforne."
Thai lufly ledis at that lord thair leuis has laught;.
Ay the manlyeft on mold, that maist of myght moght;
Schipmen our the streme thai stithil full straught,
Thair wes blauing of bemys, braging, and beir;
In fcheildis thai fchaw*.
2 fchair, ed.
Be it wes mydmorne and mare, merkit on the day,
Thus flourit thai the fore front, thair fays to fray,
Quhat berne that it bare,
Might wit quhat he weir.
That ilk freke quhare he fare,
"Yone is the warlieft wane," said the wife king,
With vnabafit bernys bergane to abide ;
May nane do thame na deir with vndoyng,
Yone house is sa huge hie, fra harme thame to hide.
Yit fal I mak thame vnrufe, foroutin refting,
And in his avne presence,
Quhat nedis," said Spinagrus, " fic notis to nevin
For thair is fegis in yone faill' wil fet vpone fevin,
Or thay be dantit with dreid, erar will thai de;
And thai with men vpone mold be machit full evin,
And how thai dar fight."
As the reuerend roy wes reknand vpone raw,
With the rout of the Round Tabill, that wes richest,
The king crounit with gold, cumly to knaw,
He hard ane bugill blast brym, and ane loud blaw,
He grippit to ane grete speir,
And furth his wais wynt.
I faill, ed.
2 filker, ed.
9 glifnand, ed.