¶ Sir Gij þai toke it in þat plas.
Þritti winter afrayd it nas:
Ful clere it was of mayle,
As briȝt as ani siluer it was:
Þe halle schon þerof as sonne of glas,
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For soþe wiþouten fayle.
His helme was of so michel miȝt,
Was neuer man ouer-comen in fiȝt
Þat hadde it on his ventayle.
It was Alisaunders, þe gret lording,
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When he fauȝt wiþ Poreus þe king,
Þat hard him gan aseyle.
¶ A gode swerd he hadde, wiþ-outen faile,
Þat was Ectors in Troye batayle,
In gest as so men fint.
Ar he þat swerd dede forgon,
Of Grece he slouȝ þer mani on,
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Þat died þurch þat dint.
Hose & gambisoun so gode kniȝt schold,
A targe listed wiþ gold
About his swere he hint.
Nas neuer wepen þat euer was make[d]
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Þat o schel miȝt þerof take,
Na more þan of þe flint.
¶ Or [For MS.] king Triamours elders it lauȝt,
King Darri sum time it auȝt:
Þat Gij was vnder piȝt.
Ich man axe oþer bigan [folio 153a:b]
Whennes & who was þat man
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Þat wiþ þe geaunt durst fiȝt.
King Triamour seyd wiþ wordes fre, [C line 7939]
'Sir Soudan, herken now to me,
Astow art hendy kniȝt.
