THE BATTLE AT THE LANDING. Slit hym down sleghly thurghe the slote euyn, 5940 Bode at the belt stid, and the buerne deghit. Then leuet he the lede, launchet on ferre, Mony dange to the dede with dynt of his hond: Iche freike of pat furse fraynit at other, 5948 pat our folke pus felly flynges to ground: þen þai knowen by course of his clene shap, 193 Book XIV. The Greeks perceive that it is hat it was Ector the honerable, eddist of Hector who is knightes. Thai fled fro the fase of his felle dynttes, 5952 So bold was no buerne his bir to withstond, Ne pe caupe of his kene sword kast hom to mete. Mony grekes with grem he gird to the dethe. Kyld mony knightes, cacchit on hard, Greuyt so the grekes, pai graithet to fle, 5972 Then Achilles the choise cheuyt to land, upon them, and no one dares to oppose him. Their courage fails, and they are driven back to the sea. Hector quits the field for a time. The Greeks again take heart; make a rush on the enemy, but are driven back with much loss. (fol. 93 a.) Book XIV. Achilles has landed his forces, His arrival cheers the Greeks, and the struggle becomes fierce. The Trojans suffer severely, and are sore pressed by Achilles. The last of the ships now come to land; and the Greeks are so numerous that the Trojans in despair flee to the city. In the pursuit, Achilles has slain so many, that he is drenched with blood. With his shippes in a sheltrun, & skalkes Gird vp to be ground with a grym fare, 5976 ffell to pe fight on a fuerse wise. Myche tene the Troiens tid of his hond! The grekes keuriyt for comford by comyng of hym. ffell was the fight po frekes betwene! 5980 Mony gird to pe ground, and to grym dethe; Mony lede out of lyue light on the erthe! The stoure was so stithe po strong men among, That full mekull was the murthe, & mony were ded. 5984 The Troiens full tyte were tyrnit to ground: one. Then the last of po lefe shippis launchit to bonke, And all the fighting folke fell to pe lond; Gyrdyn in grymly into grete batell. 5992 The multitude was so mykyll at þe mene tyme, Of the grekes vppon ground, & of grym folke, The Troiens for tene tyrnyt the backe, ffleddon in fere, & the filde leuyt ; 5996 All somyn to the Cité soghten by-dene, With myche clamur & crie for care of hor dethe. As pai flaghe in the filde, pe freke with uis hond, THE BATTLE AT THE LANDING. 6004 Moche angre at the entré auntrid to falle, 6008 Hade not Troilus the tene turnyt to fight, And so sesit the suet, soghtyn no ferre. 6020 6024 Placis of pauylions, for the prise kynges Grete tenttes to graide, as paire degre askit; Logges to las men, with leuys of wod. Iche buerne, on his best wise, busket to lenge, 6028 ffor the night was so neghe, noyet hom all. Stablit vp hor stedis & hor stithe horses, On suche maner as pai might, for the mene tyme; And all necessaries for pe night, þat þai naite Necessaries for shuld, 6032 ffecchit fro the flete, & ferkit to bonke. Thaire shippis in sheltrons shotton to lond, And bound hom full bigly on hor best wise. 6036 As Agamynon the grete the gomys commaundyt, the camp are Book XIV. Fires and torches are kindled: (fol. 94 a.) and the watch is set. The Trojans remain close in the city. Agamemnon is busy all night arranging the guards; appointing the watchwords; and providing for the wounded. All through the night the men remain under arms. Brode firis & brem beccyn in þe ost, That yche freike in the fild his felow might 6040 Alse light on to loke, as pe leue day. Other feris opon fer the freikes withoute, The Troiens with tene, pat in the towne were, 6044 Neghit hom not negh, ne no noy did, But closit the clene yates, keppit hom within. This Agamynon, the grete, gaynit no slepe. Bisé was the buerne all the bare night, 6048 To ordan for his Enmyes, as I er saide, ffolke opon fer, the firis withoute, ffor to wacche and to wake for wothis of harme, With qwistlis, & qwes, & other qwaint gere, 6052 Melody of mowthe myrthe for to here; And men of armys full mony made for to stond, The ost out of angur & auntur to were, 6056 Wacche wordes to wale, pat weghis might know; Sore men & seke soundly to rest, hat were feblet in fight, & hade fele woundes, 6060 Armet were all men for auntur to come, And the sun in his sercle set vppo lofte. 6064 Syn thay light on the lond :-lord giffe vs ioye! rb Boke. Of the Ordinaunce of the Troiens to the Secund Batell. Ector the Honerable, erly at Morne, When the sun vp soght with his softe beames, 6068 He purpost his pepull with his pure wit, 6072 Armyt at all peses abill to fight; And assemblit in sad hast hym seluyn before, By deuyse of the duke, pat doghtie was aye, 6084 On Glaucon, a gome þat graithe was in armys, And a wight mon in wer, wild of his dedis) 6088 Ector owne brother, abill to fight. Hector determines to attack the Greeks early in the morning. (fol. 94 b.) He commands his forces to assemble at the temple of Diana. When they are arranged as on the previous day, he orders the Dardan gate to be opened. To Glaucus and Synabor he assigns 1000 of the |