Þat fled were before, & the fild leuyt.
Þan the sun wentto set, seset the fyght,
Aither halfe to þere hold highet onone,—
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Bothe to toun & to tent,—taried no lengur;
ffor the derke vp drogh, and the day endit.
HERE THAY FAGHT A MONETHE
Than a moneth with might þai met in the fild,
With strokes full stith starf mony knightes.
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With-in tyme of þis toile, tellis the story,
Ten thawsaund by tale were tirnyt to ground,
In batell on bothe haluys, þat on bent lay;
And mony of hir maidnes missit the qwene,
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Þat were lost on the laund or þat laike endit.
Aftur a moneth & more, on a myld day,
Bothe the batels to bent bounet full swithe:
Restorit full stithly opon strong wise,
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Shot into sheltrons shoggond full þicke.
Kene was the crie with crusshyng of weppyn:
Stedes doun sticked, stith men vnder!
Pantasilia & Pirrus presit to-gedur,
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With dynttes full dedly in hor depe hate. [folio 169b]
The roddis all to-Roose right to þaire hond,
And in hor sadles full sound setyn þai still.
But a trunchon of a tre with a triet hede,
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Abode in the body of the bold Pirrus.
Þan the crie wex kene for care of þe grekes:
Mony preset with pyne to the pert qwene,
To dere hir with dethe for dole of his hurt.
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Þai frusshet hir so felly with hor fyne swerdes,
Þat þe haspis of hir helme hurlit in sonder.
THE DETH OF PANTASILIA BY PYRRUS
Than Pirrus with payne, in his pale angur,
ffor all the trunchyn of þe tre, þat tenit hym sore,
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