That all the peple of Grece / sholde speke
How Creon / was of Theseus yserued
As he þat hadde / his deeth ful wel deserued
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And right anoon / with outen moore abood
His Baner he desplayeth and forth rood
To Thebesward / and al his hoost biside
No neer Atthenes / wolde he go ne ride
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Ne take his ese / fully half a day
But onward on his wey / that nyght he lay
And sente anon / ypolita the queene
And Emelye / hir yonge suster sheene
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Vn to the toun of Atthenes to dwelle
And forth he rit ther is namoore to telle
The rede statue of Mars / with spere and targe
So shyneth / in his white baner large
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That alle the feeldes / glyteren vp and doun
And by his Baner / born is his penoun
Of gold ful riche / in which ther was ybete
The Mynotaur / which þat he slough in Crete
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¶ Thus rit this duc thus rit this Conquerour
And in his hoost of Chiualrie the flour
Til þat he cam to Thebes and alighte
ffaire in a feeld / ther as he thoughte fighte
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But shortly / for to speken of this thyng
With Creon / which þat was of Thebes kyng
He faught / and slough hym manly as a knyght
In pleyn bataille / and putte the folk to flyght
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And by assaut he wan the Citee after
And rente adoun / bothe wall and sparre and rafter
And to the ladyes / he restored agayn
The bones / of hir housbondes that weren slayn
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To doon obsequies / as was tho the gyse
But it were al to longe / for to deuyse
The grete clamour / and the waymentynge [folio 15b]
That the ladyes made / at the brennynge
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Of the bodies / and the grete honour
