In sound for to saile, & seche to þaire londis,
With all þe tresour of troy, & þe toune leuyt:
Be any wise in þis world, wend hom behode
By þe cost in þe cuntre þer kyng dwellit.
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Þen þe kyng, thurgh þe kyth, comand his men
ffaire fyris & furse to ferke vppon hillis,
By a side of þe se, þere þai saile most,
On þe mowntans mony in þe myrk nyght.
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When þis done was in-dede, as þe duk bad,
Þe grete nauy in þe nyght come onon after;
Segh þe fires so faire fast at here honde;
Euyn bounet to þe bonke barges & othir,
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fforto rest in þe rode of þe rugh ythis;
Letyn sailes doune slide sleghli & faire,
Rut euyn to þe rokkis with a rank will,
Þer were spandit & spilt in a spase litill,
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Two hundreth hede schippis in a hond qwile;—
All drownet with dole, dukis & othir,
With all þe gold & þe godes, þat þai getyn hade.
Þe remnond, þat rode by þe rugh bonkis,
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Herd þe rurde & þe ryfte of þe rank schippis,
Þe frusshe & þe fare of folke þat were drounet,
And held hom on hofe in the hegh sea: [folio 194a]
All the skathes thai skepe of þo skire hylles.
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Among whiche menye, to myn hom by nome,
There was Agamynon the gret, & the good Dyamede,
Menelay the mighty, & mony other kynges;
Thies passet the perellis of the pale ythes,
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Houit on the hegh sea, held hom o ferre.
This Othe, I er said, the od sun of Naule,
Dissiret the dethe of the derf kynges,—
Agamynon to grefe, & the gay Dyamede,—
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And to hyndur hom in hast, & hit hap might,
And þai past to þere prouyns & no payn þole.
