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During the last night of the truce,
Andromacha dreams that
Hector will be slain on the next
She prays him not to go to battle.
The xxj Boke. Of the viij Batell: And of the Breme of Ector wyffe.
Lengye here at a litill, lystyn my wordes,
8424 All pai fforen to pe fight, & the fild toke!
Sho was affrayet full foule with a fuerse dreme,
He shuld doutles be dede, & drepit for euer!
Miche water ho weppit, and wackont the prince.
ffor drede of hir drem, & deire pat might falle, 8440 On nowise in thys world the walles to passe, ffor to bowne vnto batell, ne of burghe wend. han the worthy at his wife wrathet a litle, And blamyt the burde for hir bold speche. 8444 Hit was vnfittyng, he said, a sad man of wit,
Any dremys to drede, or deme hom for trew,
When the sun vp set with his softe beames, 8156 All the batels of the burghe bownet to feld, Ordant of Ector efter his deuyse.
Troiell, the triet knyght, toke the feld sone;
8460 Deffebus drogh furth with a derfe pepull;
Polidamas, the proud knight, past on swithe; Then the fuerse kyng Forcius folowet anon; 8464 And Philmen, the freke, with a felle batell. Then all the kynges by course, pat comyn were to Troy,
With his worshipful wife wrathit hym pen. Withouten leue of the lord, þat hym let wold, 8476 To his seruondes he saide in a sad haste,
says, it is silly to give heed
Andromacha pleads with Priam and Hecuba to prevent Hector going to that fight.
The Trojans take
The citie to socour, with pere sute hoole,
8468 With leue of pe lord, þat the lond aght.
Then Priam to be prinse prestly can send,
Hector is angry :
(fol. 131 b.)
To bryng hym his bright geire, bownet to feld, his armour; and
Andromacha takes her infant
in her arms,
and falls at Hector's fect.
She pleads with him to stay.
she clasps his feet and swoons.
His mother, his sisters, and Helen, fall at his feet,
Than his wif was war of his wille sone, 8480 Myche watur ho weppit, wailyng for sorow.
Two sonnes hade pat semly, with the sure
On Lamydon was litle, and his leue brother
8484 þat were bothe at the brest of the bright norse,
8488 Hit was dole & deire, pat dere to be-hold!
ffor all the loue in our lyue, pat light vs betwene!"
He denyet hir anon: hir noy was the more. And sho braid with the barne to pe bare erthic, 8496 Vmbfoldyt his fete, felle vnto swone.
And when ho wacknet of wo, thies wordes ho said:
"If ye no mercy haue on me, for mysse pat I
Haue pité on youre pure sonnes, pat mone payne thole!
Again she pleads 8500 To be done to pe dethe with hor dere moder,
with him to stay.
Or be shot out with shame fro youre
Exiled for euermore endles to sorow,
Pight vnder pouert and penaunce to lyue!" 8504 Then his moder the myld qwene, & his meke
Cassandra the clene, & clere Polexena,
And honerable Elan also, with hom:
Thies fellyn hym to fete with a foule chere,
HECTOR AND ANDROMACIA.
8508 Prayond the prinse (pitie was to se)
To put of his pale wedis, & his pale entre;
8512 Ne þe prayer of po prise persit not his hert;
Past vnto Priam, pe prinsis aune fadur,
To pe fete of pe fre kyng fel ho belyue,
ffor to high to þat hynd, & hold hym within, 8528 þat he fore not to fight, ne the fild toke! Than Priam in pure hast preset to horse, Lept vp full lyghtly, & the lede folowet: Ouertoke hym full tyte, taried hym þan, 8532 Raght to the reynes of his riche bridell:
Vne wrothe in his wille weppit full sore,
8536 þat he fare shuld ne ferre, ne the feld entre.
At the last, þurgh the likyng of his lege kyng,
Past euyn to his palais, & the place entrid. 8540 He wold put of no plate of his prise armur,
But abode in the burgh in his bright wedis.
pleading that he abide in the city till night.
(fol. 132 a.)
Hector will not yield. He goes forth to battle.
in despair rusl.es to Priam.
Tearing her face and hair,
she falls at his feet, beseeching him
to detain Hector within the city.
commands and entreats him to desist.
but will, on no account put off his armour.
Then the batell was brem in the brode feld, Mony fell in the fight at the first tyme! 8544 Dyamede that duke, & the derfe Troilus, Evyn macchit hom to mete with two mayn speires :
(fol. 182 b.)
With all the bir in hor brest and hor byg horses,
and would have
killed each other
had not Menelaus 8548 The ton hade doutles ben dede, & drepit for ay,
Menelaus unhorses, and captures Miseres.
Polydamas rescues him.
The Greeks again
take him, and
but Troilus rescues him.
combining their forces,
drive the Trojans towards the city.
Megaron, son of
Hade not Menelay mightyly met hom betwene,
He frunt to a fuerse kyng of frigies lond,
8552 A mon full of might, þat Meseron was cald :
And he was takon full [tite] & turnyt away.
8556 With a folke þat was felle, & the fight entrid. He Reskewet the Renke, russhet vnfaire,
And myche baret on bent to the buernes dyd:
8560 Wold haue [had] of his hede in a hast pere,
With pre thowsaund pro men prang into batell; Gird in with the grekes, & myche grym wroght, 8568 And mony tulke out of Troy tyrnit to ground. ben burghe chaunse of Achilles & his choise
pai bere the burgh-men abacke to the baro walles :
pai bounet fro batell, & the bent leuyt, 8572 ffled all in fere frikly to toune!
Mageron the mighty macchet with Achilles,