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(fol. 205 a.) Pyrrhus, son of Achilles by Diadamia, daughter of Lycomedes, son of Acastus.
but for what
on his return
The xxxv Boke: Of Pyrrus and of his passyng from Troy,
13388 Now, of Pirrus by proses I purpos to telle, When he turnyt fro Troy how hym tyd after. To Achilles the choise he was a chere sun, And Dyamada doutles his own du moder. 13392 She was a doghter full dere of the derf kynge, Lycomede, a lord þat he louyt wele.
Two worthy had the wegh to his wale graunsers, Bothe, kynges in hor kythe with corone anoyntted. 13396 This Lycomede by lyne was a leue ayre
To Ascatus the skir, þat skathill was in elde:
13400 He hade hate in his hert to be hed kyn
Of Pirrus progeny, and prestly to hym.
13404 This Ascatus with skathe skerrit of his rewme
Pelleus, with pouer, þat the prouyns held
And a-waited with wyles pe wegh at his come, 13408 Pirrus with pouer to put vnto dethe.
After the takyng of Troy and the tried godes,
THE MISFORTUNES OF PYRRHUS.
He was stithly be-stad with stormes on pe sca, 13412 And for wothe of the worse warpet ouer-burde Pyrrhus, driven Mikill riches & relikes reft fro the toune.
by foul weather casts overboard the most of his
With long labur, at the last he light in a hauyn, spoils from Troy, bat Melaus the men of the marche callyn, 13416 With his shippes alto-shent, sheuerit the harbour of
and with difficulty reaches the
And the takill to-torne, tynt of hor godes.
There hym happit to here of his harme first,
Pelleus, with pité þat persit his hert ;
13424 And how he purpost hym plainly Pirrus to sle
13428 Pirrus hym purpost to pas in the night,
þat no wegh shuld be war, ne his werk know.
And myche dut hym for deth of his derf He determines to
And skapit fro Askathes, pat hym skathe did, 13432 ffor-ferd of the freike and his felle sones,
While refitting his fleet he is informed how Acastus exiled his grandfather Peleus,
(fol. 205 b.)
and had spies lying in wait to slay him
When Pelleus of his prouyns put. was by Peleus conceals
himself in a
13436 þat was graunser in degre to the gode Pirrus. And suster, for-sothe, of pe same Lycomede, Hight Tetide, as I told haue tomly before, pat Pelleus in his pride purchest to wyue, 13440 And was moder to the mon, mighty Achilles.
There were sones vpposyde, semly men two,
He went till a wildernes, & wond þere full longe.
Thetis, sister of
Philomenes and Melanippus, sons of Acastus,
purpose to slay Pyrrhus on his return from Troy.
(fol. 206 a.)
Peleus conceals himself in an old ruin and
anxiously waits for the coming of Pyrrhus.
returning from Troy determines
To Askathes full skete, skethill of hor hond: The ton freike of the fre, Philmen was cald; 13444 The tothir mon of po mighty, Menalipes heght. Thies keppit hom in company with knightes full mony,
Till þaire cosyn wold come fro contre of troy;
Of the toune of thessaill, as the tale shewes,
13452 Betwene the biggyng on þe (burne) & þe burgh
Was a wildernes wide, & wild bestes in,
Thedur kynges wold come, by custom of olde, ffor to hunt at the hert by the holt sydes:
13456 Hit was of long tyme beleft, & no lede there, Ouergrowen with greues, & to ground fallyn. There was Kaues, by course, of þe kid walles, And mony holes in the howses with hurdes aboue,
13460 Ouergrowen with greues and with gray thornes, Euyn thestur and thicke, thricchet of wode, With an entre full n[o]yous, narow olofte, Goand downe by a grese thurgh the gray thornes.
13464 In pis logge, with his lady, lurkit Pelleus,
13468 Pirrus with his pepull & his prise shippes,
Come by the coste to the kyd rewme.
When Pirrus with his pray, & his prise
Hade mightely at Melapsa mendit his geire, 13472 He turnyt vnto Thessaile, his tene for to venge,
IS DISCOVERED BY PYRRHUS.
Of the skaith & the skorne Ascatus hym did.
Two spies full spedely he sped hym to gete,
Thos he sent to Assandra, a sure mon of olde, 13480 A trew mon of Thessaile, þat he trist mekyll, A ffreike pat his fader faithfully louet,
And mekyll was of might in the mayn towne. There þai wist all the werke & the wild craft, 13484 How the purpos was put Pirrus to sle.
pan pai lurked to be lord lyuely agayne,
Made hym wise of the werke, pat pai wiste hade.
13488 To turne vnto Thessaile, truly he thoght;
But a tempest hym toke o the torrit ythes,
13492 To hit into havyn with his hoole flete,
ffro the towne of Thessaile, to telle hit full evyn,
The hauyn, þat he hit to, was hard by the cave, 13496 There Pelleus in pouert priuely lay.
Pirrus, wery of the water & the wild ythes,
13500 fforto sport hym a space, er he sped ferre,
Hit happit hym in hast the hoole for to fynd, Of the cave & the clocher, pere the kyng lay. pan he glode purgh the greues & the gray pornes, 13504 To the hed of the hole on the hext gre,
Sore longet the lede lagher to wende,
(MS. has "of a might.")
He makes for Thessaly, and lands near the ruin in which Peleus then lay.
(fol. 206 b.)
Roaming about the shore he discovers the entrance to the cave.
Curiosity leads him within; and he comes upon Peleus, who recognizes him
by his likeness to Achilles.
Pyrrhus is moved
by the story of the wrongs done to him.
that the sons of Acastus were preparing to hunt in the forest, Pyrrhus disguises himself as a
beggar, and goes to meet them.
that he had been shipwrecked, and was the
only one of
that reached land:
13508 Wele his cosyn he knew, & kaght hym in armys.
By the chere of Achilles he chese hym onone :
And the skathe of Aschates, pat he skapt fro.
13516 And so þai past fro the pitte to pe pure bonke.
irrus full priuely persayuit onon,
By a spie, þat especially sped for to wete,
To Askathes the skathell pai were sket sons.
He comes upon
(fol. 207 a.) forest; and,
to their inquiries, 13532 Thai fraynet at hym freckly who the freike
replies that he is
a Greek returning
from Troy :
13520 fforto hunt in the holtes, & hent of pe dere :Menalphes the mon, & his mayn brother, Policenes, full prest, prati men bothe,—
Whedur he welke in the wode, wete hom to say. Pirrus said hom full sone hym-selfe was of grece, With his company carefull comyn out of troy, 13536 Wold kaire to his cuntre & his kythe hom;
And pere ship was to-shent in the shyre wawes, ffast by at the banke of the bare Ile,
And all drownet in the depe, saue duly hymselfe,
13540 ffyue hundreth in flete with the flode lost.