Quhen thai of Lorne has sene the King Set in hym-selff sa gret helping, And defend him sa manlely; Wes nane amang thaim sa hardy 150 That durst assailyhe him mar in fycht: Sa dred thai for his mekill mycht. Thar wes a baroune Maknauchtan, That in his hart gret kep has tane Unto the Kingis chevalry, 155 And prisyt hym in hert gretly. And to the Lord off Lorne said he; ‘Sekyrly now may yhe se ‘Betane the starkest pundelan, ‘That evyr yhour lyff-tyme yhe saw tane. 160 ‘For yhone knycht, throw his douchti deid, ‘And throw his owtrageous manheid, ‘Has fellyt in-till litill tyd ‘Thre men of mekill mycht and prid: ‘And stonayit all our mengyhe swa, 165 ‘That eftyr him dar na man ga; ‘And tournys sa mony tyme his stede, ‘That semys off us he had na dred.’ Then gane the Lord off Lorn say; “It semys it likis the perfay, 170 “That he slayis yhongat our mengyhe.” ‘Schyr,’ said he, ‘sa our Lord me se! ‘To sauff yhour presence it is nocht swa. ‘Bot quhethir sa he be freynd or fa, ‘That wynnys prys off chevalry, 175 ‘Men suld spek tharoff lelyly. ‘And sekyrly, in all my tyme, ‘Ik hard nevir, in sang na ryme, ‘Tell off a man that swa smertly ‘Eschevyt swa gret chevalry.’ 180 Sic speking off the King thai maid: And he eftyr his mengyhe raid; And in-till saufte thaim led, Quhar he his fayis na thing dred. And thai off Lorne agayn ar gayn, 185 Menand the scaith that thai haiff tayn. [Sidenote: 1306] _How Hannibal failed at Rome_]