[1] Scarcely had Malcolme made an ende of this prayer, when diuerſe of the Nobles with a loude voyce, as though they had bin aſſured yt his praier [page 233] was herd, cried to their companies: ſtand good fe|lowes, for ſurely it is the pleaſure of almightie God, that we returne and renew the battayle a|gainſt our enimies.