Specimens with Memoirs of the Less-known British Poets, Volume 1 by George Gilfillan
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On loud he speir'd,[31] 'What art thou walks that gate?'
'A true man, Sir, though my voyage be late; Errands I pass from Down unto my lord, Sir John Stewart, the right for to record, In Down is now, newly come from the King.' Then Butler said, 'This is a selcouth[32] thing, You lied all out, you have been with Wallace, I shall thee know, ere you come off this place;' To him he start the courser wonder wight, Drew out a sword, so made him for to light. Above the knee good Wallace has him ta'en, Through thigh and brawn in sunder strake the bane.[33] Derfly[34] to dead the knight fell on the land. Wallace the horse soon seized in his hand, An ackward stroke syne took him in that stead, His craig in two; thus was the Butler dead. An Englishman saw their chieftain was slain, A spear in rest he cast with all his main, On Wallace drave, from the horse him to bear; Warily he wrought, as worthy man in weir.[35] The spear ho wan withouten more abode, On horse he lap,[36] and through a great rout rode; To Dalwryeth he knew the ford full well: Before him came feil[37] stuffed[38] in fine steel. He strake the first, but bade,[39] on the blasoun,[40] Till horse and man both fleet[41] the water down. Another soon down from his horse he bare, Stamped to ground, and drown'd withouten mair.[42] The third he hit in his harness of steel, Throughout the cost,[43] the spear it brake some deal. |
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