Vne before in the face, with a fell stroke,
Þat myche blode fro þe buerne on þe bent fell;
And þan bakeward was borne all þe bold Troiens,
With myche noye for þe note of þere noble prinse.
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But the knight, in his kene yre, cast vp his egh,
Brusshet on the burgh & the bright walles,
Segh the ladies o lofte leghen to waite,—
Elan an other, the oddest of Troy,
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His worshipful wife, þat he well louet,
With his Suster beside, the semliest on lyue,
Þat were sory for þe sight, Semple of chere.
And the grekes so grymly had gird hom abacke [folio 128a]
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Þat euyn borne were þai bigly to the bare wallis
Than shamet was the shalke for the shene ladies,
And euyn wode of his wit wex he belyue.
THE DETHE OF MYRION BY ECTOR SLAYN.
He kyld þere a kyng, cosyn to Achilles,—
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On Merion the myghty,—thurgh the mayn dynt.
He hurlet thurgh the helme, þat the hed yemed,
Þat the brayn all-to brast, & on bent leuyt.
Achilles aurthwart this aunterd to se,
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Grippet to a grete speire with a grym wille;
Pight on the prinse, persit his wede;
Mart of his mailes, meuit hym noght;
And nauther hurt he the hathell, ne hade hym to ground.
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Þen Ector in angur, angardly fast,
With the bit of his brond, on the bold light;
Hurlit þurgh the helme & the hard maile.
But it breke not the brayn, ne the buerne woundit.
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Achilles, with a chop, cheuyt on syde;
All in wer for to walt, wayueronde he sote,
But he held hym on horse, houyt o lofte.
