To fight with hor fo-men & forther þe lond.
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The troiens full tite token his rede,
Sendon for the sure kyng in a sad hast,
Where the fre might be foundyn, & fet hym to Troy: [folio 196b]
And he come to þat cuntre with a cant wille.
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All the ledys of the lond lyuely were fayn,
Þat were helples & hard stad, & þere hede lost,
Þat Eneas was also euyn in the toune,
Noght faryn with his flete, ne the flode takyn.
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Þan þai busket to batell, þo bold men in fere,
Armet at all pes, with abell to werre,
Þat were left vppon lyue, logget within.
Seuyn days, sothely, sais me the lettur,
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Þai faght in the ffild with þere fuerse enmyes.
Dyamed full dughtilé did with his hondes,
And mony britnet on the bent of hor breme fos:
Mony toke he þat tyme and to toune led,
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And hongit hom in hast vpon high galowes.
The fyfte day of þe fight so fuersly he wroght,
Þat no buerne was so bold his birre to with|stond,
But all fled of the feld, & fongit were many;
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And ay hongit þo harlottes, as þai hent were,
Bothe on galous full grym, & on gret trees,
Þat none left were on lyue in the lond sone.
Owther captains of castels, or kepars of tounes,
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Herd suche hardship happyn to falle
Of freikes vnfayre, that fore to þe Cité,
And all the costes full clene keppit hom away,
And neuer did hom no deyre, ne no dole after.
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Whan Ené hade all thing ordant at wille,
His Shippes on the shyre water shot full of goodes,
Relikes full ryfe, & myche red gold,
