Book XIV. Nestor, with his men, then reaches the bank, (fol. 90 a.) and rushed in to their aid, and the air resounds with the shouts of men and crash of arms. Ascalaphus and 5772 5776 And fell vnto fight his feris to helpe. And mony deghit with dynt of po derfe pepull: ben Nestor anon neghit to lond, 5780 With his shippis full shene, & sharpe men of 5784 5788 and uniting with 5792 their friends drive the Trojans back. But fresh troops come up, and they regain their ground. Ulysses and his men then land and rush upon the enemy. 5796 armys, Hard hastid to helpe with heturly wille, And sodainly with his sort soght into batell! And Obacke went the batell of pe burghe folke ; þat gird into the grekes with a grym will, And all backward hom bere to pe buerne side, And braid into batell with a brem wille. THE BATTLE AT THE LANDING. The Grekes geton hor ground, pat [graidly was Bɔɔk XIV. 189 The Greeks, thus encouraged, lost], knight]: Mony woundes pai wroght, [and warpit to dethe]! 5808 Vlixes with vtteraunse vnder [his shild], Mony stithe in stoure stroke on [þere helmes]; Launsit, as a lyoun, þat were [lengen aboute], And of the ffrigies fell with [his fuerse dinttes]: 5812 Sum he stroke in the stoure streght to be erthe; Sum dange to the dethe, & derit full mykyll. and Ulysses, (fol. 90 b.) Pylæmenes The proud kyng of Pafligon persayuit his dede, struck him to the 5816 He gird hym to ground with a grym speire; And Philmene the fuerse, with a fell dynt, 5820 þat hit shot prough the shilde & pe shire maile, The gret vayne of his gorge gird vne ysondur, -5832 The Troiens for pat tulke had tene at hor hert; [He] for ded of pe dynt was drest on his shild, 5836 [And bou]rne on the burde to pe burgh hom; [For the de]the of þis duke doll was ynogh [That trublit pe] Troiens with tene, trist ye no nother ground with a spear; but still he fights. He is again dashed to the ground with a sore wound; but starting up he wounds Pylamenes in the throat, and hurls him to the ground. The Trojans drag him from the ground and carry him to the city on his shield. Book XIV. (fol. 91 a.) Menelaus and his men then land, dash into the battle to aid their friends, and [Myche harm to pem] happit here at pis tyme! 5840 [The Grekes were] so grym þat were to ground comyn, [Mony dukes were] ded of pe derfe Troiens. 5844 [Come launchond to] lonnd and hor lordes all: ffull radly arofe, raiked to lond; Halet vp horses, highet olofte; sorely oppress the 5848 And fellon vnto fight pere feres to helpe, Trojans. Protesilaus, worn When he saw that all his band had perished, he was overcome with grief and rage. hat were strongly be-stad in a stoure hoge. To the Troiens pai turnyt & mekill tene wroght! The frusshe was so felle, po fuerse men betwene, 5852 Crakkyng of cristis, crusshyng of speiris, The clynke & pe clamour claterit in the aire, And with dynttes of derfe men dynnet the erthe; Mony Troiens with tene were tyrnyt to ground, 5856 Sum ded of po dynttes, sum depe woundit ;— Restoret the stithe batell strongly anon, And mony dongen to dethe of the derfe Troiens. Then Prothessalon pe prise kyng, pat preset to lond 5860 ffirst in the forward, pat his folke lost, He was wery for-wroght, & woundet full sore,— pere pe fight was first, & the folke drounet; Soche a sorowe of þat sight sanke to his hert, hat his wedis wex wete of his wan teris, And he, stithely astonyt, stert into yre; 5872 More breme to pe batell his baret to venge, THE BATTLE AT THE LANDING. Of his folke þat were fallyn vnto fell dethe, 5876 Onon with a naked sword neghit to batell, Then Perses the proude kyng prise mon of ynde, 5884 At whose come the cuntre-men comford were all, As fresshe to pere fos as at the first tyme, Gird to the Grekes, & moche grem wroght; 5888 Woundit hom wikkedly, walt hom to ground, Oppresset hom with pyne, put hom abake, All the batell to pe bonke, & mony buerne slogh. here the grekes hade ben grymly gird vnto dethe, 5892 Ne hade Palomedon, the prise kyng, preset to lond, With fele fightyng folke of fuerse men of armys; Wonyn on wightly, wentyn to batell, 5896 His folke to refresshe with a fyn wille. The assembly was sorer o pe se banke ; Mony deghit full dernly, dole to be-holde! Then the grekes agayne geton þere hertes, 5900 And myche comford kaght of his come pen. This Palomydon paynyt hym pepull to slee, And mony woundys he wroght in his wild yre. He soght to on Synagon, a sad mon of armys,— 5904 Kyng Merion þe mighty was his met brother, bat fele had confoundit of the fuerse grekes ;He bere to be bold with a big sworde, And rof þurgh the Ribbes right to be hert, 191 Book XIV. Rushing against (fol. 91 b.) cut down a great many. The Trojans again take heart, and press the Greeks back to the shore. But for the arrival of Palamedes, they would have been destroyed. The Greeks then recover themselves; and Palamedes, meeting Symagon, drives his sword into his heart. Book XIV. (fol. 92 a.) Such havoc he works among the Trojans, that they scatter and begin to fice; but the noise of the battle had reached the ears of Hector, and he rushes to their assistance. Driving in among the Greeks, he cut his way right and left. He presses to and with a fierce swing of his sword clove him to the middle. 5908 þat he fell of his horse flat to pe ground, 5912 Mony knight don cast to pe cold erthe. And fer in the fight fell hom the worse, Vne boun fro pe batell busket to fle, 5920 Vntill Ector eris hit entrid belyue The great noise of pe noy, pat in note was. Thre lions the lord bare all of light goulis, 5928 þat were shapon on his shild, shalkes to beholde. He gird to the grekes with a grym yre; In the brest of the batell, pere buernes were thicke, He ffrusshet so felly freikes to ground; 5932 Made wayes full wide þe weghis among; Shot thurgh the sheltrons, shent of pe pepull. To Prothesselon he preset, pat pepull hade slayn, And myche wo had wroght on pe wild troiens. THE DETHE OF PROTHESSOLON BY ECTOR SLAYN. 5936 He swappit at hym swithe with a swerd felle; Hit on his hede a full hard dynt; Clefe purghe the criste & the clene maile; |