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gazes, the more he is wounded.
She leaves the temple; and Achilles, with
love look, gazes after her.
He returns to his tent, and goes to rest;
but thoughts of Polyxena keep him awake.
"Unworthy wretch that I
am! The bravest
in battle, even
9156 The sarre woundit he was, & his wille hatter. Lo, so sodainly with sight in a sad hast,
A whe may be woundit purgh wille of hym seluyn !
Thus, Achilles by chaunse is chaltrid in grym, 9160 With loue of this lady, pat ledis to pe dethe. All the care of his cure the kyng has forgeton, And all meuit out of mynd saue the maidon one !
When pe day ouerdrogh to be due tyme, 9164 Ecuba the honerable, & hir awne doghter,
Turnyt from the temple and to toune yode;
hat was cause of his combranse & his cold dethe:
9172 So he passid the port, & his pale entrid,
Seke & vnsound, set out of hele:
9176 Mony thoghtes full pro prang hym within,
He feld in his fare, & his fell hert,
bat the cause of his combraunse was the clere
9180 Thies wordes, in his wo, witturly he said,
Soberly to hym-selfe, pat no saule here:-
9184 Might non abate of my blysse, ne my ble
Noght Ector of all other, oddist of knightes,
LOVE FOR POLYXENA.
me by course with his clene
9188 A ffrele woman me fades, & fas chaunges,
bat my sors might salue, ne me sound make. The whiche pof I loue, & langwisshe to dethe, With prayer, with prise, ne with pure strenght, 9196 Ne for worthines of wer, ne of wale dedis. What wildnes, or worship, waknet my hert ffor to hap her in hert, pat hates my-seluyn? In hir cuntre to come, & hir kyn sle,
9200 Hir fadur & hir fryndis, fond to distroy,
And hir brother haue britnet, pe best vpon erthe?
but a frail
9212 ffor to wyn to his will, if werdis noght let.
hen he rose fro his rest in a Rad hast,
Asket water at his weghes, wesshed hym anone,
9216 And dride vp his dropes for dymyng his ene.
(fol. 142 a.)
What hard fate
9204 Of Rent, & of Riches, rankir þan I,
And passes of pertnes pure wemen all?
Hit semith me vnsertain, all serchyng of wayes; But I see no
Or, why should I desire her, so far above me?
bed and weeps.
9208 þen he turnys in his tene, & terys on his chekes He turns on his Ronen full rifely, for his ranke sorow.
hen he driet vp the dropes, & dreghly can syle.
Achilles sends a message to Hecuba
Polyxena to wife; (fol. 142 b.)
The Queen answers the
but, I must consult with the king and my
HOW ACHILLES SENTTO ECUBA FOR HIR DOGHTER
Anon as the night passid, & neghid the day,
hat worthy to wilne to his wif euyn,
And mell with a mariage & matremony hole,
On suche couenaund to kepe, yf þat dere wold,
He made hym redy full rad, ron to the toun,
And all his charge, to pat chefe, choisly he said.
9236 The worthy, to þat wegh, pat was of wit noble,
Sho herknet hym full hyndly, & with hert gode,
9240 "ffrend, pou shall fairly fare to pi lord,
And say hym vpon sewertie thy-seluyn with
In þat at menys to me, with my might hole
I most wete all the wille of my wale kyng,
SHE CONSULTS PRIAM AND PARIS.
ffull onsware, in faith I forme pe not here,
he shall have
Sew to my selfe, & I the say wille
Vne faithly before, as hit fare shall."
When the messanger hade melit with pe myld
Than he lut to pe lady, & his leue toke,
9268 That so highly me hyndret, & my hate seruet !
9256 Thus hengit in hope, & his hele mendit:
This honerable Ecuba, eft, when hir liked,
9260 Caght hom in counsell, & hir cause told,—
9264 Doun hengond his hed, herkonyng the qwene:
to hold him as
9272 Hertyn hom full hogely, my harmes to encres. But to fle all the offence, & fortune to come, In sauyng of my selffe & my sons als;
hat I may lyff in my lond in my last dayes, 9276 Out of batell & baret in my bare eld,
(fol. 143 a.)
Hecuba recounts the matter to Priam and Paris.
Priam is sore perplexed: but at length
But to eschew further evils,
I assent to pi sagh, vpon soche wise,
I assent to the
Paris assents on condition that
Helen should not be returned to her sovereign.
On the third day the messenger returns.
(fol. 143 b.)
Hecuba states that Achilles shall have Polyxena when he performs what he has promised.
Achilles rejoices that his suit has
and plans how he may accomplish what he has promised.
9280 The prise wordes of Priam Paris alowet,
So pat his wiffe, o nowise,-worshipfull Elan,—
9284 But leng in þat lond to hir lyues end.
"I haue wetyn the wille of my wale kyng, And of Paris, my pure son, prestly also: 9292 Bothe assenton to pis sound, sothely, to me,
On suche couenaunt to kepe, þat the kyng shall
To his maistur of his mater menit anon,
9304 And now hatnis his hert all in hote loue:
Myche myndit the mater, in the mene tyme,
ffor hit longis to a louer soche a light vice,
And festyn in forward, þat hym for-thinkes after.