The troiens with torfer into toun entrid,
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With myche lure & los of hor lefe knightes.
Þai ȝarkit to þe yatis ȝepely onon,
Barrit hom bigly on hor best wise;
Passit on prestly with payne to þere Innes.
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When the light was lesse, the ledes with-oute, [folio 164b]
Thurgh gouernaunce graithe of Agamynon the kyng,
Laidon wacche to þe wallis, þat no wegh past;
Pavilions and pure tenttes pightyn aboute,
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And þere logget hom to lenge, while hom lefe thoght.
The troiens in toures, & on toun walles,
Laidon spies specially, & spekon hom to,
On all wise for to wacche & waite on hor fos,
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ffor gawdis, othir gile, þat hom grefe might.
The same night sothely, sais me þe lettur,
The corse caried was to courtte of the knight Paris,
With myche weping & wo of his wale fryndes:
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And sorow in the Cité was selly to here.
Now all the brether with bale were britnet to dethe,
Þat the folke shuld defend, & hor fos harme:
Was no lede, þat hade lust, on lyue for to be,
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Ne hope of hor hele in hor hert thoght!
Myche pité was of Priam & his prise qwene,
With sobbyng of syster, þat semly were euer:
And Elan, of all wemen, angardly fast
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Swonyt full swiftly, & in swym fell.
XXti tymes hit tide truly þat night,
Þat was draghen fro the Duke all in dede swone.
Myche leuer, for þat lure, out of lyue passe,
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Þan any longur to lyffe, & hur luffe want.
Hir wordes & weping, wo to be-hold,
