And swa thar purchesyng maid thai. Ilk man traveillyt for to get 580 And purches thaim that thai mycht ete. Bot off all that evir thai war, Thar wes nocht ane amang thaim thar, That to the ladyis profyt was Mar then Jamys of Dowglas. 585 And the King oft confortyt wes, Throw his wyt and his besynes. On this maner thaim governyt thai, Till they come to the hed of Tay. [527: I read _luffis_ without any MS. or printed authority; but surely the sense, a eulogium of love and what it may make women do, demands this reading. _Cf._ III., 351.] [534: S, following H, inserts _that_ after _Quhar_.] [558: S from H reads _At alkyn_. E as given.] BOOK III. Here the Lord of Lorn attacks the King because of the Death of John Comyn. The Lord off Lorne wonnyt thar-by, That wes capitale ennymy To the King, for his emys sak, Jhon Comyn; and thocht for to tak Vengeance apon cruell maner. 5 Quhen he the King wyst wes sa ner, He assemblyt his men in hy; And had in-till his cumpany The barownys off Argyle alsua, Thai war a thowsand weill or ma: 10 And come for to suppris the King, That weill wes war of thair cummyng. Bot all to few with him he had, The-quhethir he bauldly thaim abaid; And weill ost, at thar fryst metyng, 15 War layd at erd, but recoveryng. The Kingis folk full weill thaim bar, And slew, and fellyt, and woundyt sar. Bot the folk off the tothir party Fawcht with axys sa felounly 20 For thai on fute war evir-ilkane, That thai feile off thar hors has slayne; And till sum gaiff thai woundis wid. James off Dowglas wes hurt that tyd; And als Schyr Gilbert de le Hay. 25 The King his men saw in affray, And his ensenyhe can he cry; And amang thaim rycht hardyly He rad, that he thaim ruschyt all; And fele of thaim thar gert he fall. 30 Bot quhen he saw thai war sa feill, And saw thaim swa gret dyntis deill, He dred to tyne his folk, forthi His men till him he gan rely, And said; ‘Lordyngis, foly it war 35 ‘Tyll us for till assembill mar, ‘For thai fele off our hors has slayn; ‘And gyff we fecht with thaim agayn ‘We sall tyne off our small mengyhe, ‘And our-selft sall in perill be. 40 ‘Tharfor me thynk maist avenand ‘To withdraw us, us defendand, ‘Till we cum owt off thar daunger, ‘For owr strenth at our hand is ner.’