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A COUNCIL OF WAR.
Yet hopit he full hertely, for his hegh prowes,
9316 pat pai the lond shuld leue & lightly go home.
When prinses & prise kynges were in pale
"Now, fryndes faithfull, in feliship here!
9324 Kynges, & knightes, & other kyde Dukes,
Among tho mighty with mouthe menit Achilles addresses
9332 Vnto a cuntre vnkynd, with care at oure herttes:
þat might haue leuet in hor lond, as lordes at
And my selfe, sothely, suffert full hard,
He hopes to
prevail upon the
Greeks to leave
At his request, Palamedes calls a general council.
(fol. 144 a.)
"Now, faithful friends! what folly and
That the charge, & the chaunse hase of pis rashness have choise wer,
Thurgh oure might & oure monhod maintene to
What whylenes, or wanspede, wryxles our
9328 pat for meuyng of a man,-Menelay the kyng,-
that for a woman, we have left our land and all we hold dear;
and have exposed ourselves to
Helen is not of so great price, that our kings should die for her.
In every land
there are many
And it is no light
matter to overcome this people.
What we have done may suffice: we may return with honour. And though we leave Helen, have we not Hesiona, the king's sister?"
Thoas, Menelaus, and the chief captains oppose such measures.
ACHILLES PROPOSES TO RAISE THE SIEGE.
9340 At the dethe of the derfe prince, soche a dynt
I wend neuer, witturly, walked on fote.
Hit greuys me full gretly, & to ground brynges,
9344 ffor hir, oure Dukes to dethe, & oure derfe
In yche lond, lelly, pat lithe vnder heuen,
Are wemen to wale, of worship full mony,
pat Menelay may mightily mell hym to haue, 9348 And chose hym a choise, withouten charge heuy;
And not so mony be mard, ne on mold ded,
And we, the worthiest in wer, haue wastid in dethe,
Kyld of oure kynges, and other kyd Dukes. 9356 This suffises, me semys, to ses with oure worship;
Kayre to oure cuntre, & couet no more!
þof Elan leue in þis lond, & not laght worthe,
Hit greues not full gretly, ne no ground harme,
9360 Syn we Exiona, the suster of the sure kynges,
At hom holdyn for hir, þat is a hede lady,
When the wegh hade thies wordis warpit to
Here he seset full sone, said he no more.
FAMINE IN THE GREEK CAMP.
9368 All the most of po mighty, with a mayn wille,
Achilles, in a
That no freke to the feld fare shuld to batell; Ne to go with þe grekes, to greue hom with-in. ben hit auntred in the ost of the od grekes, 9376 þat hom failed the fode, and defaute hade: Hongur full hote harmyt hom þen,
And fayntid the folk, failet pe strenkith.
9380 And the grete of the grekes gedrit he somyn.
Sailet hom soundly to the sure tenttes;
9392 Was welcom I-wis to the weghes all.
9396 And all the navy full noble, naitly aray,
Famine in the
(fol. 145 a.)
And so pai lyue pere in legh oure lord gyf us tegh ==ley,
The truce is ended.
Deiphobus strikes down Cressus.
The Crecks give way.
(fol. 145 b.)
Diomedes, Palamedes, and Ajax, with 20,000 men, come to the assistance of the Greeks.
Here Begynnys the xxiij Boke: of the xij and xiij Batell.
9400 The tyme of the tru turnyd to end,
Vnto batell pai busket vppon bothe haluys:
9404 Deffibus derfly drof to a greke,
bat Cresseus was cald, kyng of Agresta;
He gird hym thurgh the guttes with a grym speire,
þat he light on the lond, & the lyue past.
9408 Myche sorow was pere sene for pe sure kyng,
Sore greuyt the grekes for grefe of hym on!
The bold men on bake were borne with the
9412 And mony kant man kyld with
Then Dyomede, the derfe kyng, drogh into batell,
9416 And xxti M. pro men prang in with thes.
The stoure was full stithe, po stuerne men betwene,
Mony dyet in pe dale, dole to be-hold!
DEIPHOBUS AND PALAMEDES.
Hit auntrid, pat Aiax so angardly met
And tachit vppon Thelamon with a tore speire, 9428 Hurlit hym to hard yerth, hurt hym full sore!
THE DETHE OF DEFFIBUS BY PALOMYDON SLAYN.
Palomydon persayuit & preset hym to venge, He droffe vnto Deffibus with a dynt felle, Shott purgh the sheld & pe shene mayle, 9432 Bare hym þurgh the brest with a bright end,
þat þe Rod alto Rofe right to his hond: A trunchen of the tre & the triet hed Abode in his body, & in his brest stake. 9436 pan Paris persayuet the pyn of his brother, hat was stad in the stoure & the strong fight, Myche water he weppit, wailyng of sorow. With pyne out of prese, & pité in hert,
9440 Deffebus he drogh furth, & drissit to light: By a syde of the Cité set hym to ground, Laid hym on the laund with a laith chere,
With myche wepyng & woo for want of hym one. 9444 As Deffebus, with dole of his depe wound,
Thus lay on the laund, he lift vp his egh,
Go, buske vnto batell my bone for to venge,
Ajax beats down Phorcys, a son of Priam.
Deiphobus in revenge rushes on Ajax, and wounds him.
Deiphobus is severely wounded.
Paris drags him from the crowd and stays to tend him.
"A! dere brother, er I degh, or droupe in-to helle, Deiphobus 9448 And er þis trunchyn, me tenys, be takon of my
desires him to
(fol. 146 a.) avenge his death.