Twa brethir war into that land, That war the hardiest off hand That war in-till all that cuntre; 95 And thai had sworn, iff thai micht se The Bruys, quhar thai mycht him our-ta, That thai suld dey, or then hym sla. Thar surname wes Makyne-drosser; That is al-so mekill to say her 100 As “the Durwarth sonnys” perfay. Off thar covyne the thrid had thai, That wes rycht stout, ill, and feloune. Quhen thai the King of gud renoune Saw sua behind his mengne rid, 105 And saw him torne sa mony tid, Thai abaid till that he was Entryt in ane narow place, Betuix a louchside and a bra; That wes sa strait, Ik underta, 110 That he mycht nocht weill turn his sted. Then with a will till him thai yhede; And ane him by the bridill hynt: But he raucht till him sic a dynt, That arme and schuldyr flaw him fra. 115 With that ane othir gan him ta Be the lege, and his hand gan schute Betuix the sterap and his fute: And quhen the King felt thar his hand. In sterapys stythly gan he stand, 120 And strak with spuris the stede in hy, And he lansyt furth delyverly, Swa that the tothir failyheit fete; And nocht-for-thi his hand wes yheit Undyr the sterap, magre his. 125 The thrid, with full gret hy, with this Rycht till the bra-syd he yheid, And stert be-hynd hym on his sted. The King wes then in full gret pres; The-quhethir he thocht, as he that wes 130 In all hys dedys avise, To do ane owtrageous bounte. And syne hyme that behynd hym was, All magre his will, him gan he ras Fra be-hynd hym, thocht he had sworn, 135 He laid hym evyn him beforn. Syne with the suerd sic dynt hym gave, That he the heid till the harnys clave. He rouschit doun off blud all rede, As he that stound feld off dede. 140 And then the King, in full gret hy, Strak at the tothir vigorusly, That he eftir his sterap drew, That at the fyrst strak he him slew. On this wis him delyverit he 145 Off all thai felloun fayis thre. [Sidenote: 1306] _Macnaughton praises Bruce_]