Woundit hym wickedly, & the we halpe.
Achilacus, a choise son of the cheffe Nestor,
Presit to a prise son of Priam the kyng,
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One Bynour the bold, as the boke sais,
And the lede with a launse out of lyue broght:
ffor the dethe of this dere myche dole rose.
The Troiens with tene toiled full hard,
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With a Rumour full roide & a roght hate;
And to Troiell was told, hym tenyt þerwith.
With a fouchon full felle fuersly he stroke:
Mony britnet the bold for his brother sake,
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Of the grekes in his grem, & to ground cast.
All the pepull hade he put to þe pure flight,
Ne hade the Mirmydons mightely his malis with|stonnd.
Than Troilus with tene turnyt hym swithe,
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Mellit with the Mirmydons, marrit hom thicke, [folio 156b]
Gird hom to ground and to grym dethe,
Woundit hom wickedly, walte hom besyde.
His dynttes so dedly durit so longe,
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Þat all the Mirmydons men meuit hym fro,
ffell to the flight and the feld leuyt:
Hyet hom hedlynges, & þaire hold toke.
Troiell with the troiens turnyt hom after,
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Woundit hom wickedly in hor wale tenttes,
ffellyn to fote, foghten full sore,
And mony at the mene tyme murtherit to dethe.
The clamour was kene, crying of pepull,
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ffor the murthe was so mykill amonge the grekes,
The (skiew), for þe skrykyng & skremyng of folke, [MS. has "skrew."]
Redoundet with dyn drede for to here.
The noyes noise neghit to Achilles,
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As he lay in his loge, of ledis were hurt:
He spird at those specially, that spede hom to fle,
The cause of hor care & the crie hoge.
