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with grief and
rage, dashes into battle to seek
Palamedes, with one blow, cuts down Sarpedon.
bat he so sleghly be slayn with sleght of pi hond, 9452 þat I may wete how hit worthes, or I wend
Parys, for pytie of his pale wordes,
Sweyt into swym, as he swelt wold,
And all his wedis were wete of his wan teres. 9456 There left he þe lede and launchet to fild, Dessyrus to degh, for dole þat he hade.
He shot purgh the sheltrums þe shalke for to mete, Palomydon to prese, and put vnto dethe: 9460 pen found he the freike in a fell stoure. Seppidon, the sure kyng, assaylet full hard, And the freke hym defendit with a freike wille. To Palomydon he preset with a prise weppyn, 9464 The bold for to britton, & on bent leue.
THE DETHE OF SEPPIDON DE KYNG BY PALOMYDON. Palomydon the prise, with a proude sworde, On kyng Seppidon for-sothe set soche a dynt; He gird hym so grymly on his gret theghe, 9468 bat he karve hit of cleane, & the kyng deghit, And fey of his fole felle to pe ground.
Parys segh, in his sorow, how the sir wroght;
be freike in his felnes the fuerse kyng hade slayne, 9472 And mony Troiens with tene tyrnit to dethe: What for dynttes of pat duke, & of derfe other, pai were boun to gyffe bake, & the bent leue.
Palamedes with (fol. 146 b.)
a poisoned arrow.
THE DETHE OF PALOMYDON BY PARIS.
Paris bend vp his bow with his big arme,
9476 Waited the wegh in his wit ouer,
In what plase of his person to of his wede ;
9480 pat put was in poison ouer the pale hede.
He woundit þat worthy in his wide prote,
THE GREEK TENTS ARE PLUNDERED.
Gird purgh the gret vayne, grusshet the necke, þat he hurlyt doun hedlonges, harmyt no moo, And deghit of pe dynt, deirit neuer after. pen the crie was full kene, crusshyng of wepyn! Myche grem hade the grekes for gref of hym one! When pai lost hade the lede, pat hom lede shuld, 9488 All astonyt þai stode starond aboute,
ben fled all in fere, and the fild leuit,
Bowet to pere bastels with bale at þere herttes.
9492 ffele of hom fuersly felle hom to ground;
Girdyn to be grekes with a grym fare;
Greuit hom full gretly with mony grym wound;
Other iowels full ioly, & mekull iust armur.
ffor the smorther, & the smoke of þe smert loghys,
throat, it lays
open the great vein.
The Greeks break, and flee to their tents,
The Trojans pursue.
A struggle at the tents;
which are torn and plundered.
Paris and Troilus set fire to the Greek ships.
(fol. 147 a.)
Ajax, with a
comes to the
Many killed and wounded on both
(MS. has "and")
More than five hundred of the Greek ships are burned.
Ebes, son of the
He goes to the tent of
(fol. 147 b.) Achilles, and reproves him for
not assisting his countrymen.
9516 The tore son of Thelamon,—with tried men &
He turnyt to the troiens, tenit full mony,
With fflamys of fyre hade fully ben brent,
Ne hade aunterus Aiax angardly don,
9528 And with hardynes of hond holpyn his feres,
And mony mo were pere marred, & mated with
The Troiens pat tyme tenet hom so euyll,
bat no sith might þai suffer the sorow, pat thai
9536 But turnyt vnto tenttes, tenit full euill.
He was brochit purgh the body with a big speire,
That lay in his loge all with loue boundon,
9544 He chalinget Achilles with a chere fell,
ACHILLES UNDER REPROOF.
9548 bat with his monhede so mykell, & with his
Might soucour his Soudiours, & saue hom alyue. pen the trunchyn of the tre pai tuggit hym fro, Braid it out bigly, and the buerne deghet. 9552 Sone after, sothly, a seruond of Achilles Come bremly fro batell, braid to his tent: He fraynit at the freike how pai fore pere,
And spird at hym specially of paire spede fer. 9556 "Syr," quod pe seruond, "in sertan, full euyll, Oure grekes vnto ground are gird wonder picke, And myche dole is vs dight to day, as I wene, be multytude ys so myche of the mayn troiens, 9560 And so fuersly in fight fellis oure knightes,
Alto swappon vs with swerdes & with swym
In the Citie, forsothe, no soudiour is leuit,
9564 To oppresse hom with payn, our pepull to sle.
To bowne you to batell on your best wise;
Syn pai fainted are with fight & feble of strenght, 9568 And wery of pere werke, ye worship might haue,
Wyth a lose euerlastond, when your lyff endis : ffor by soucour of your selfe, & your sad helpe, We might holly the herrehond haue now for ay." 9572 The worthy at his wordes wonyt no chere, Ne noght hopet in hert of his hegh speche, Ne pe sight of Sebes, pat sadly was dede; But faynet all fantasy, as he no freike segh,
9576 And as a lede pat with loue was lappit full hard, As pe maner is of men, þat mellyn with loue, To be blyndit with the byt, pof hom bale happyn: Nowther waite vnto worship, ne to wild aunter, 9580 But laityn ay with lykyng pere luff for to please. The batell was big, brytnet were fele;
A servant returns from the battle,
and tells Achilles how sorely the Greeks are
If he will go
None of these things move
Achilles: he is so
overcome with love.
(fol. 148 a.)
At sunset, Paris
leads the Trojans into the city.
Mony grekes vnto ground gird vnto dethe
Then neghit the night, noy was the more!
The grief of Paris 9592
and Troilus for their brother Deiphobus.
Paris relates how
he killed Palamedes,
Grief of the
Er Deffibus was dede, his dere bredur two,
9596 Pletid vnto Paris with a pore voise,
Whether the Duke were od dede, þat hym deiret so.
han he fraynet at the freike, as he hym faith aght, And he, the tale how hit tid, told hym full euyn, 9600 of the dethe and the dynt þat the Duke polit, With the bir of his bow and a big arow. þen bade he to a buerne, þat hym by stode, The trunchen of the tre tug fro his brest; And he deghit with dole when he done hade, Vne past in the place vnto pale dethe. Myche mournyng was made for pat mayn knight
With his flader vnfaire, & his fre moder,
9608 His brether vnblithe, & his bright suster ;
And for Seppidon, the sure kyng, Syling of teres,
9612 Bothe of buernes of the burgh, & his bold