The story of England

¶ Confortacio Arthury.

When Arthur sey his men gaf bak, Þe Romayns boldely on þem brak, & poyned or pryked þem [poined þam ouerpriked.] wyþ pres, & þey wyþ-drowen hem, & erþe þey [þei fled bak & þe feld.] les, Line 13,860

Line 13,860 Þen wolde Arthur no lenger byde, Ne myghte, ȝyf he wolde saue his syde; He cam criynge [criand.] wiþ his bataille, " Agayn, ȝe Bretons, þe Romayns asaille! [bretons ageyn romeyns assaile. In Lamb. MS. a later hand has put t before assaille.] Line 13,864 " Y am Arthur, þat wil nought [sall not.] faille! " At al ȝoure nede y schal ȝow vaille! " Y am Arthur þat hider ȝow ledde, " Þat neuere in feld for no man fledde, Line 13,868 " Ne deþ, ne dynt, ne bataille dredde! " In alle stours wel haue y spedde! " Y am Arthur, schal make ȝow weye, " & Romayns to Rome for drede do [romeyns to ryme romeyns to.] fleye! " Loke þat non of ȝow recreye, Line 13,873 " Ne at þys iourne feynte [ne þat ȝour fight feynt.] ne feye! " Þenkeþ now of [þink now on.] ȝour grete bountes, " How fele we haue wonne landes & fees! Line 13,876 " To day ne schal y fro þys [sall I of.] feld fle [Lambeth folio 59a:2] " Til al be wonne or lorn þorow me!"