Here Begynneth the xxij Boke: the Elleuynt Batell of the Citie.
Euery Wegh, þat will wete of this werke ferre,
Lengis here a litle, lysten my wordes!
Line 8972
When tyme of this tru turnyt was to end,—
Two monethes meuyt, as I ment first,
Priam, the prise kyng, purpast hym-seluyn
ffor to deire for the dethe of his dere son.
Line 8976
He bounet hym to batell on his best wise,
And assignet hym-self souerains aboute,
Tho ledis to lede, as hym lefe thoght.
xx. M. thro knightes, þryuond in armys,
Line 8980
He assignet for hym-selfe at the same tyme,
(As Dares breuyt in his boke, & barly can tell) [folio 139a]
& x. M. þro men, þristy of hond;
And ffyfty M. fere, fell men of will,
Line 8984
Turnyt out of Troy with the triet kyng.
Deffibus drogh furth with his derfe pepull,
Then Paris with prise put next after,
Þen the souerain hym-selfe, the sure kyng Priam;
Line 8988
Eneas afterward etlit anone,
Þen [Menon], the mighty kyng, meuit to feld: [MS. has Mirion]
Polidamas, the pert knight, presit on the last.
When thies batels full bold were to bent comyn,
Line 8992
Thay hurlit furth hard to the hegh laund,
ffrickly þere fos found for to greue.
