They […] find themselves wormed out of all power.

Wallace knew well the Englishmen would flee, For thy he thrusted in the thickest to be, Hewing full fast on whomsoever he fought, Against his dint fine steel availed nought.

Be therefore, O my deare Lords, pacifide, / And this misseeming discord meekely lay aside.

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