Here you will find the Long Poem The Brus Book IV of poet John Barbour
[English harshness to prisoners] In Rawchryne leve we now the king In rest foroutyn barganyng, And off his fayis a quhile speke we That throu thar mycht and thar powste 5 Maid sic a persecucioune Sa hard, sa strayt and sa feloune On thaim that till hym luffand wer Or kyn or freynd on ony maner That at till her is gret pite. 10 For thai sparyt off na degre Thaim that thai trowit his freynd wer Nother off the kyrk na seculer, For off Glaskow Byschop Robert And Marcus off Man thai stythly speryt 15 Bath in fetrys and in presoune, And worthy Crystoll off Seytoun Into Loudoun betresyt was Throu a discipill off Judas Maknab, a fals tratour that ay 20 Wes off his dwelling nycht and day Quhom to he maid gud cumpany. It wes fer wer than tratoury For to betreys sic a persoune So nobill and off sic renoune, 25 Bot tharoff had he na pite, In hell condampnyt mocht he be. For quhen he him betrasyt had The Inglismen rycht with him rad In hy in Ingland to the king, 30 That gert draw him and hede and hing Foroutyn pete or mercy. It wes gret sorow sekyrly That so worthy a persoune as he Suld on sic maner hangyt be, 35 Thusgat endyt his worthynes. Off Crauford als Schyr Ranald wes And Schyr Bryce als the Blar Hangyt intill a berne in Ar. The queyn and als Dame Marjory, 40 Hyr dochter that syne worthily Wes coupillyt into Goddis band With Walter Stewart off Scotland, That wald on na wys langar ly In the castell off Kyldromy 45 To byd a sege, ar ridin raith With knychtis and squyeris bath Throu Ros rycht to the gyrth off Tayne. Bot that travaill thai maid in vayne, For thai off Ros that wald nocht ber 50 For thaim na blayme na yeit danger Out off the gyrth thame all has tayne And syne has send thaim everilkane Rycht intill Ingland to the king, That gert draw all the men and hing, 55 And put the ladyis in presoune Sum intill castell sum in dongeoun. It wes gret pite for till her The folk be troublyt on this maner. [The siege of Kildrummy Castle] That tyme wes in Kyldromy 60 Wyth men that wycht and hardy Schyr Neile the Bruce and I wate weile That thar the erle was off Adheill. The castell weill vittalyt thai And mete and fuell gan purvay 65 And enforcyt the castell sua That thaim thocht na strenth mycht it ta. And quhen it to the king was tauld Off Ingland how thai schup till hauld That castell, he wes all angry 70 And callyt his sone till hym in hy The eldest and aperand ayr A young bacheler and stark and fayr Schyr Edward callyt off Carnauerane, That wes the sterkast man of ane 75 That men fynd mycht in ony countre Prynce of Walys that tyme wes he. And he gert als call erlys twa Glosyster and Harfurd war tha And bad thaim wend into Scotland 80 And set a sege with stalwart hand To the castell off Kyldromy. And all the halderis halyly He bad distroy for-owtyn ransoun Or bryng thaim till him in presoune. 85 Quhen thai the commaundment had tane Thai assemblyt ane ost onane And to the castell went in hy And it assegyt vigorusly And mony tyme full hard assaylyt. 90 Bot for to tak it yeit thai failyt For thai within war rycht worthy And thaim defendyt douchtely And ruschyt thair fayis oft agayne Sum beft sum woundyt sum alslayne 95 And mony tymys ische thai wald And bargane at the barrais hald And wound thar fayis oft and sla. Schortly thai thaim contenyt sua That thai withoute disparyt war 100 And thocht till Ingland for to far For thai sa styth saw the castell And with that it wes warnyst weill And saw the men defend thaim sua That thai nane hop had thaim to ta, 105 Nane had thai done all that sesoune Gyff it ne had bene fals tresoun For thar with thaim wes a tratour. A fals lourdane a losyngeour Hosbarne to name maid the tresoun, 110 I wate nocht for quhat enchesoun Na quham with he maid that conwyn Bot as thai said that war within He tuk a culter hate glowand That yeit wes in a fyr brynnand 115 And went him to the mekill hall That then with corn wes fyllyt all And heych up in a mow it did, Bot it full lang wes nocht thar hid For men sayis oft that fyr na prid 120 But discovering may na man hid, For the pomp oft the prid furth schawis Or ellis the gret boist that it blawis, Na thar may na man fyr sa covyr Than low or rek sall it discovyr. 125 Sa fell it her, for fyr all cler Son throu the thak-burd gan apper Fyrst as a stern syne as a mone And weill bradder tharefter sone The fyr out syne in bles brast 130 And the rek rais rycht wondre fast. The fyr our all the castell spred That mycht na force of man it red. Than thai within drew to the wall That at that tyme wes bataillit all 135 Within rycht as it wes withoute T