_Wyntoun's Chronicle_, I. xiii. 1--22. Blessyde Bretayn Beelde sulde be Of all the Ilys in the Se, Quhare Flowrys are fele on Feldys fayre Hale of hewe, haylsum of ayre. Of all corne thare is copy gret, Pese and A'tys, Bere and Qwhet: B['a]th froyt on Tre, and fysche in flwde; And tyl all Catale pasture gwde. Solynus Sayis, in Brettany Sum steddys growys s['a] habowndanly Of Gyrs, that sum tym (but) thair Fe Fr['a] fwlth of Mete refrenyht be, Dhair fwde sall turne tham to peryle, To rot, or bryst, or dey sum quhyle. Dhare wylde in Wode has welth at wille; Dhare hyrdys hydys Holme and Hille: Dhare Bwyis bowys all for Byrtht, {129} B['a]the Merle and Ma[:w]esys mellys for myrtht: Dhare huntyng is at all kyne Dere, And rycht gud hawlkyn on Bywer; Of Fysche thaire is habowndance; And nedfulle thyng to Mannys substance. _Wallace_, xi. 230-262. A lord off court, quhen he approchyt thar, Wnwisytly sperd, withoutyn prouision; "Wallace, dar ye go fecht on our lioun?" And he said; "Ya, so the Kyng suffyr me; Or on your selff, gyff ye ocht bettyr be." Quhat will ye mar? this thing amittyt was, That Wallace suld on to the lioun pas. The King thaim chargyt to bring him gud harnas: Then he said; "Nay, God scheild me fra sic cass. I wald tak weid, suld I fecht with a man; But (for) a dog, that nocht off armes can, I will haiff nayn, bot synglar as I ga." A gret manteill about his hand can ta, And his gud suerd; with him he tuk na mar; Abandounly in barrace entryt thar. Gret chenys was wrocht in the yet with a gyn, And pulld it to quhen Wallace was tharin. The wod lyoun, on Wallace quhar he stud, Rampand he braid, for he desyryt blud; With his rude pollis in the mantill rocht sa. Aukwart the bak than Wallace can him ta, With his gud suerd, that was off burnest steill, His body in twa it thruschyt euirilkdeill. Syn to the King he raykyt in gret ire, And said on lowd; "Was this all your desyr, To wayr a Scot thus lychtly in to wayn? Is thar mar doggis at ye wald yeit haiff slayne? Go, bryng thaim furth, sen I mon doggis qwell, To do byddyng, quhill that with thee duell. It gaynd full weill I graithit me to Scotland; For grettar deidis thair men has apon hand, Than with a dog in battaill to escheiff-- At you in France for euir I tak my leiff." {130} _Gawin Douglas_, Aen. ii.