He held towart his trist his way Quhen the set day cummyn was. In twa eschelis ordanyt he had The folk that he had in leding. Till angelys hey off hevynnys ryk. 245 The henmaist sall abaysit be. For to maynteyme her our honour.
Ne war thar utrageous valour.
And in the slop the feld has tane. As him thocht in full gud will For to defend or to assaile Gyff ony wald him bid bataill. And ek gretly thar renomme. That it anoyus wes to her For thai that fyrst assemblyt wer Fwyngyt and faucht full sturdely. The noyis begouth then and the cry.