“Off Wallace lyff quha has a forthar feill, May schaw furth mair with wit and eloquence; For I to this haiff don my diligence, Eftyr the pruff geyffyn fra the Latyn buk, Quhilk Maister Blayr in his tym wndyrtuk, In fayr Latyn compild it till ane end; With thir witnes the mar is to commend. Byschop Synclar than lord was off Dunkell, He gat this buk, and confermd it him sell For werray true; thar off he had no dreid, Himselff had seyn gret part off Wallace deid. His purpos was till haue send it to Rom, Our fadyr off kyrk tharon to gyff his dom. Bot Maister Blayr, and als Schir Thomas Gray, Eftir Wallace thai lestit mony day, Thir twa knew best of gud Schir Wilyhamys deid, Fra sexteyn yer quhill nyne and twenty yeid. Fourty and fyve off age, Wallace was cauld, That tym that he was to [the] Southeroun sauld. Thocht this mater be nocht till all plesance, His suthfast deid was worthi till awance. All worthi men at redys this rurall dyt, Blaym nocht the buk, set I be wnperfyt. I suld hawe thank, sen I nocht trawaill spard; For my laubour na man hecht me reward; Na charge I had off king nor othir lord; Gret harm I thocht his gud deid suld be smord. I haiff said her ner as the process gais; And fenyeid nocht for frendschip nor for fais. Costis herfor was no man bond to me; In this sentence I had na will to be, Bot in als mekill as I rahersit nocht Sa worthely as nobill Wallace wrocht. Bot in a poynt, I grant, I said amyss, Thir twa knychtis suld blamyt be for this, The knycht Wallas, off Craggé rychtwyss lord, And Liddaill als, gert me mak [wrang] record. On Allyrtoun mur the croun he tuk a day, To get battaill, as myn autour will say. Thir twa gert me say that ane othir wyss; Till Maister Blayr we did sumpart off dispyss.” _Buke Eleuenth_, v. 1410-1450.