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through the prowess of Troilus they are put to flight.
They are rallied by Ajax.
Hard was the hurtelyng tho herty betwene,
bent brittenet to dethe.
Woundit hom wickedly, walt hom to ground;
Thurgh the helpe of þat hynd & his hond one, 10960 The grekes fleddon in fere, & þe fild leuyt,
Turnyt to bere tenttes, taried no lengur,
Than Aiax the auntrus come angardly fast, 10064 Hat was Telamon tore son, & of Troy comyn,
He gird in with the grekes, greuyt full mekill. ban the grekes with grym fare getyn the feld,
ffellyn to be fight felly agayne, 10068 As breuyt is in boke, & mocbe bale wroght:
ffull sharpe was the shoute, shent were pere
mony, Of knightes and comyns & other kyd lordes.
Troilus so toilus with his triet strenght,
Breke þurgh the batels with his bronnd fell,
The grekes flowen in fere & the feld leuyt,
There Troiell with his troiens myche tene wroght, 10080 ffolowet on hom fuersly, frunt hom to ground,
ffel hom with fawchons, foynet hom þurgh.
And sent to be Cité with sure men to kepe ;
Aither pertie full prist preset to þere hold.
(fol. 155 a.)
Again put to flight by Troilus,
who captures one hundred of the nobles.
ACHILLES STILL LOVE-BOUND.
The Myrmidons, sad at heart, relate to Achilles the disasters that have befallen them.
Overcome with grief he cannot sleep:
The mirmydons with mournyng meuit to
With woundis full wete & wofully dight: 10088 Thai told hym full tite, pe tene þat þai polet,
And the murthe of his men þurgh the main
A hundreth with hond hewen to dethe. 10092 The chere of Achilles chaunget with þat,
ffor care of his knightes, þat were cold dede.
As hit come hym by course of þe kynd night, 10096 And lay in his loge, litill he sleppit,
But wandrit & woke for woo of his buernes.
And gird hym in grefe his grem for to venge; 10100 ffor his men, þat were mart, meuyt hym so,
hat he was frike to the fight his fos to anoye.
Enforce so þat fre in his felle angur, 10104 Abated the bremnes in his bale yre,
And stoppet the strif of his strong hert;
If he fore to pe fild, and be fight entrid, 10108 That the Loue of the Lady lost were for ay,
Withouten hope of þat hynd to haue in his lyue,
Of the forword he fest with his fre wille, 10112 To Priam in priuete, and his prise qwene,
Neuer in fild to be founden, ne his folke harme,
he longs to avenge the death of his friends.
His love for Polyxena soon cools his anger.
(fol. 155 b.)
HERE HAI FAGHT VIJ DAYES TO-GEDUR, HAT YS NOT
RECONT: NO BATELL.
10116 Than the Troiens on a tyme tokyn the felu,
And the grekes hom agayn with a grym fare :
Mony doghty with dynt vnto dethe yode,
Yet the lede in his loge with his loue hote,
But in thoghtes full pro prappit with hym-seluyn, 10124 As a mon out of mynd, maset full euyll.
ban Agamynon the grete, by grement of all, To the toun for a trew tristy men sent;
ffor the murthe was so mykull of pe mayn grekes, 10128 ben dut hym the Duke for destany felle;
But the troiens full tite of the trew hym denyet,
But a space for his spilt men spedely to graue, 10132 And bryng hom to berynes, and barly no more.
Agamemnon de mands a truce:
only time to bury the dead is granted.
(MS, has xviij.)
The xxøj Boke: of the (xx) Batell of the
When paste was the pes, parties were gedirt (fol. 156 a.) ffro the tenttes & the toun, takyn the feld:
Assemblit were sadly soudiouris full noble, 10136 Andina stoure, pat was stith, stuernly pai foghtyn. Menelay met vpon mayn Paris,
And faght with the fuerse knight felly agayne. 10144 Menestaus the mighty with a mayn dynt,
With the lip of a launse, þof hym lothe were. 10148 Philmen the fuerse kyng with a fyne speire, Pylæmenes and
þat he wauerit þerwith, & weikly he sete. 10152 Telamon come tyte, & the tother met,
Bare hym ouer backeward with a big dynt,
the death of
Woundit hym wickedly, & the we halpe.
Achilacus, a choise son of the cheffe Nestor, 10156 Presit to a prise son of Priam the kyng,
One Bynour the bold, as the boke sais,
ffor the dethe of this dere myche dole rose.
With a Rumour full roide & a roght hate; Troilus avenges
And to Troiell was told, hym tenyt þerwith. Bianor;
With a fouchon full felle fuersly he stroke:
Of the grekes in his grem, & to ground cast.
Mellit with the Mirmydons, marrit hom thicke,
Gird hom to ground and to grym dethe, Myrmidons, and
Woundit hom wickedly, walte hom besyde. to flight.
10172 His dynttes so dedly durit so longe,
pat all the Mirmydons men meuit hym fro,
Hyet hom hedlynges, & paire hold toke.
Woundit hom wickedly in hor wale tenttes,
And mony at the mene tyme murtherit to dethe. 10180 The clamour was kene, crying of pepull,
ffor the murthe was so mykill amonge the grekes,
The (skiew), for þe skrykyng & skremyng of folke, * skrew.")
Redoundet with dyn drede for to here.
kills and wounds many of the
at last puts them
The clash and
10184 The noyes noise neghit to Achilles,
As he lay in his loge, of ledis were hurt :