Mony wondit þat wegh of þe wale grekes,
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And mony slogh in þat slade with slight of his bowe.
Dyamede full dernly drof to the kyng, [folio 163b]
Phylmyn the fuerse, with a frike wille;
Hym keppit þat kant on a kene speire.
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With prise of þe pafigons, his oune pure men,
Mony grekes þo grym vnto ground broght;
Woundit full wickedly, walt hom to dethe.
Þai hurlet hom full hard with hor hoge dynttes,
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Þat Diamed full dernly was dryven abacke.
Menestaus, þe mighty maistur of Athenes,
Presit Polidamas & put hym of horse,
With a spar of a speire in dispit felle.
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Þan he braid out a brand, bikrid hym hard,
Wold haue kyld the knight to the cold erthe;
But þat Philmyn, þe fuerse kyng, fell to þe duke,
Halpe hym of hondes, hade hym away.
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Paris full prestly put hom to ground,
With sharpnes of shot, shent mony knightes,
And greuit full gretly þe grekes þat day.
Þan Aiax, the auntrus, come angardly faste,
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With bornysshed brand britnet his folke:
Mony troiens with tene he tirnit to dethe,
And angart hom euyll, vnarmyt þai were;
And he vnwoundit, I-wis, out of wothe paste.
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To the percians he put hym, þat Paris did lede,
Britnet of þo bold, & myche bale wroght,
Þat all flagh hym in fere for ferd of his dynttes.
THE DETHE OF AIAX, BY PARIS SLAYNE.
Paris (with) pyne was pricket at his hert, [MS. has "in"]
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To se his men so be-mard, & murtherit to dethe.
With the birr of his bowe, & a big arow,
Þat put was in poison, he pairet his armur,
