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And þat hope we full hertely thurgh helpe of
THE ANSWARE OF ACHILLES TO VLYXES THE KYNG.
remained in his
come here to be slain.
To þat honerable onestly answaret Achilles, Achilles answers 9744 With wordis full wise in his wit noble:that it was great folly for them to
“If vs auntrid, Vlyxes, thurgh angard of pride, come to Troy on such an errand.
To pis kith for to come, & oure kyn leue,
Hit was folly, by my faith, & a fowle dede.
9748 Masit were our myndes & our mad hedis, (fol. 6.)
And we in dotage full depe dreuyn, by faith, ffor the wille of a woman, & no whe ellis,
All our londes to leue, & to laite hedur, 9752 Oure kynges be kild, & oure kide dukes,
All oure londes to lose, and oure lyf als,
In a cuntre vnkynd to be cold ded. " It would have
Hade not Palomydon, the prise kyng, provet the been wiser had Palamedes
And haue deghit in his Duché, as a duke noble,
And fele other fre kynges frusshet to dethe, 9760 þat might haue leuyt as lordes in þere lond yet ?
Syn the worthiest of þe worle, to wale hom by
If hit happyn hom here with hond to be slayn, 9764 And þaire londis to lose lightly for ay,
All be world shall haue wondur of hor wit febill;
To weld all be worchip bo worthy men aght. Hector himself 9768 Was not honerable Ector, oddist of knightes, was slain ;
In this batell on bent britnet to deth ;
ffor all his fursnes, in faith, had a febill end? and the same fate 9772 be sam to my-self, sothli, may happyn,
LIFE DEARER THAN FAME,
me, who am far
bat am febiller be fer pen pe fre prinse,
bis trauell is tynt, I tel you before,
troien to tene, trist ze non other.
I will fight no ffor to boun me to batell þer buernes schal fight, 9780 Ne per as doute is of deth, ffro þis day efte.
Me is leuer for to lyue with losse þat I haue,
Hit is wit soche wildnes wayne out of mynd, 9784 And pas ouer a purpos enparis at þe end.”
Rather will I lose my fame than
entreat him to
Þen Diamed, be derf kyng, and the Duke Diomedes,
return; but in ffor to turne his entent & his tyme kepe ; 9788 But all þaire wordis þai wast, & þaire wynd alse. Noght stird hym po stith in his stalle hert,
(fol. 151 a.) Ne the prayer of the prinse, þat the prise hade,
Agamynon the gret, þat the gomes sent, 9792 Noght meuyt his mynd for no myld speche,
Ne put of his purpos ffor prayer ne other.
Ayryn to the Emperoure angardly fast, 9796 All þai toldyn hym (tite), as pai tide euyn, (MS. hastale')
Of þaire answare, in ordur, those od men to-gedur.
Achilles; and And the prayer of the prinses, þat prestly were
By assent of hym-selfe, þe soueraine vnto ; 9804 And how he counceld the kynges to kayre into
summons a council of the leaders; informs them of the conduct of
asks their advice.
With the Troiens to trete, & tene hom no more ;
“Lakys now, ledys, what you lefe think,
treat with the
slain : and
succeed without Achilles.
When the souerain hade said, sone opponon, Menelaus advises, Menelay meuyt vp, & with mouthe saide :that it would be a shame to
“ fforto trete with the troiens ys no tyme now, Trojans, now
9812 Ne no worship, I-wis, but a wit feble. that Hector and
Syn Ector ded is of dynt, & Desfibus the knight, Deiphobus are
And other kynges ben kyld, þat cleane were of
The Troiens full truly trusten no bettur,
9816 But dernly to degh: pai demyn non other. that they could
I am sekir, for-sothe, and sadly beleue,
Then Nestor pe noble duke, another-Vlixes, 9820 Saidon to the souerayn sadly agayn :
"Hof þow wylne to þe wer, wonders vs noght, l'lysses declare that Troy is not
Syn þi hert is holly the harmys to venge ; to be so easily
Thy wyf for to wyn, þat þou well loues, 9824 And to grefe hom agayne, yf pou grace hadde : But yet trust not bat Troy will titly be wonyn,
, bof derfe Ector be ded, and Deffibus alse.
There is another als noble & nait of his strenght,
9828 & als wondurly werkes in wer vppon dayes ; nearly as great as Hector; and
That is Troilus the triet, þat tenes vs full euyll, Deiphobus,
And fuersly in fight fellis our pepull.
hof Ector were eftsones ordant alyue,
And Paris, a prise man, pert of his dedis ;
hondes. and, that the
Therefore, sirs, vs semyth sothely the best, Greeks ought to treat with Priam, 9836 With the Troiens to trete & turne to our londes,
With the harme, þat we haue, of our hede kynges,
(fol. 151 b.)
that Troilus is
and return home,
In sauyng of our-selfe & our sure knightes."
Then Calcas the curset, þat was the kyde traytour, 9810 The Bysshop of the burgh, þat I aboue said,
Negh wode of his wit, walt into sorow,
gods have 9814 Worthiest in worde, wanttis no hertte !
Leuys hit full lelly, the laike is your avne, 9848 And the prise of the play plainly to ende,
Thurgh the graunt of your goddes, & no grem pole.
take heart, 9852 Wackyns vp your willes, as worthy men shuld; and desist not
till the city is Bes fuerse on your fos to the ffer end,
captured. And lette no dolnes you drepe, ne your dede let;
ffares with no faintyng till your fors lacke ! 9856 Tristis me full truly, you tydes the bettur, Yonder won for to wyn,
He urges them to
At the wordes, I-wis, of this wickyde traytor, 9860 All the grekes with grem gedret pere herttes,
Noght charget Achilles, ne his choise helpe,
The leaders are encouraged and determine to fight on.
(fol. 152 a.)
XIV Boke : off the Sextene & be xvij Batell.
When the truce was ended, the battle is renewed.
Troilus, in revenge for the death of Deiphobus, slays a thousand knights.
9864 When the Monethis were meuyt of the mene tru,
The Grekes with a grym fare gedrit to felde
All ffuerse to the fight, felle men of hondes. 9868 ban soght fro the Cité, with a sum hoge,
Troiell the triet knight, & pe toile entrid.
Dedmen with dynttes droppit full thicke, 9872 And mony lede on the laund out of lyfe past.
ffor tene of his tru brother, Troiell the knight, Dressit hym the dethe of Deffibus to venge.
Mony grekes ynto ground he gird out of lyue, 9876 And fele with his fauchon þat fyn knight slogh.
As Dares of his dedis duly me tellus,
bat day with his dynttes, of the derffe grekes. 9880 All ffrickly his fos fled at the last ;
Þai turnyt to þere tenttes with tеne at þai hade :
han the day ouerdrogh to be derke night, 9884 The Troiens turnyt to toun, & the toile leuyt.
The Greeks are driveu back to their tents,
Night ends the battle.
When the sun with his soft beames set vp