Here you will find the Long Poem The Brus Book 19 of poet John Barbour
[The conspiracy against King Robert; its discovery] Than wes the land a quhile in pes, Bot covatys, that can nocht ces To set men apon felony To ger thaim cum to senyoury, 5 Gert lordis off full gret renoune Mak a fell conjuracioun Agayn Robert the douchty king, Thai thocht till bring him till ending And to bruk eftre his dede 10 The kynrik and to ryng in hys steid. The lord the Soullis, Schyr Wilyam, Off that purches had mast defame, For principale tharoff was he Off assent of that cruelte. 15 He had gottyn with him sindry, Gilbert Maleherbe, Jhone of Logy Thir war knychtis that I tell her And Richard Broun als a squyer, And gud Schyr Davy off Breichyn 20 Wes off this deid arettyt syne As I sall tell you forthermar. Bot thai ilkane discoveryt war Throu a lady as I hard say Or till thar purpos cum mycht thai, 25 For scho tauld all to the king Thar purpose and thar ordanyng, And how that he suld haf bene ded And Soullis ryng intill his steid, And tauld him werray taknyng 30 This purches wes suthfast thing. And quhen the king wist it wes sua Sa sutell purches gan he ma That he gert tak thaim everilkan, And quhar the lord Soullis was tane 35 Thre hunder and sexty had he Off squyeris cled in his lyvere At that tyme in his cumpany Outane knychtis that war joly. Into Berwik takyn wes he 40 That mycht all his mengne se Sary and wa, bot suth to say The king lete thaim all pas thar way And held thaim at he takyn had. [The trial in parliament; the fate of the conspirators] The lord Soullis sone eftre maid 45 Plane granting of all that purchas. A parlement set tharfor thar was And brocht thidder this mengne war. The lord the Soullis has grantyt thar The deid into plane parleament, 50 Tharfor sone eftre he wes sent Till his pennance to Dunbertane And deit thar in a tour off stane. Schyr Gilbert Maleherbe and Logy And Richard Broune thir thre planly 55 War with a sys thar ourtane, Tharfor thai drawyn war ilkane And hangyt and hedyt tharto As men had dempt thaim for to do. And gud Schyr Davy off Breichyn 60 Thai gert chalance rycht straitly syne, And he grauntyt that off that thing Was wele maid till him discovering Bot he thartill gaf na consent, And for he helyt thar entent 65 And discoveryt it nocht to the king That he held of all his halding And maid till him his fewte Jugyt till hang and draw wes he. And as thai drew him for to hing 70 The pepill ferly fast gan thring Him and his myscheyff for to se That to behald wes gret pite. [Sir Ingram Umfraville's reaction and decision to leave Scotland] Schyr Ingrahame the Umfravill that than Wes with the king as Scottisman, 75 Quhen he that gret myscheiff gan se He said, 'Lordingis, quharto pres ye To se at myscheiff sic a knycht That wes sa worthi and sa wicht That Ik haff sene ma pres to se 80 Him him for his rycht soverane bounte Than now doys for to se him her.' And quhen thir wordis spokyn wer With sary cher he held him still Quhill men had done of him thar will, 85 And syne with the leve of the king He brocht him menskly till erding. And syne to the king said he, 'A thing I pray you graunt me, That is that ye off all my land 90 That is intill Scotland liand Wald giff me leve to do my will.' The king that sone has said him till, 'I will wele graunt that it sua be, Bot tell me quhat amovis the.' 95 He said agane, 'Schyr, graunt mercy And I sall tell you planely, Myne hart giffis me na mar to be With you dwelland in this countre, Tharfor bot that it nocht you greve 100 I pray you hartly of your leve. For quhar sua rycht worthi a knycht An sa chevalrous and sa wicht And sa renownyt off worschip syne As gud Schyr David off Brechyn 105 And sa fullfyllyt off all manheid Was put to sa velanys a ded, Myn hart forsuth may nocht gif me To dwell for na thing that may be.' The king said, 'Sen that thou will sua 110 Quhenever the likys thou may ga, And thou sall haiff gud leve tharto Thi liking off thi land to do.' And he thankyt him gretumly And off his land in full gret hy 115 As hym thocht best disponyt he, Syne at the king of gret bounte Befor all thaim that with him war He tuk his leve for evermar, And went in Ingland to the king 120 That maid him rycht fayr welcummyng And askyt him of the north tithing. And he him tauld all but lesing How thai knychtis destroyit war And as I tauld till you ar, 125 And off the kingis curtassy That levyt him debonarly To do off his land his liking. In that tyme wes send fra the king Off Scotland messyngeris to trete 130 Off pes giff that thai mycht it get, As thai befor oft-sys war send How that thai coutht nocht bring till end.