Woundit hym wickedly in wer of his lyf,
Þat he was led to the loge, laid as for dede,
But he langurd with lechyng long tyme after.
Troiell in the toile truly was hurt,
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But not so dedly his dynttes deiret as Achilles.
Thus þai bykirt on the bent till the bare night,
Þan left þai for late, lordis and other,
Turnyt vnto towne & the toile leuyt.
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HERE FAGHT ÞAI XXTI DAYES TO-GEDUR.
XXti dayes by dene with dynttes in feld,
Þan mett þai with mayn, & mony were kild:
Þat neuer restid þo Renkes fro Risyng of sun,
Of þat noyus note, till þe night come.
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Þan Priam the prise kyng hade payn at his hert,
ffor Achilles by chaunse hade chaungit his wille,
And breme was in batell his buernes to qwelle.
He blamyt full bitturly þan his blithe qwene,
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Þat euer he tentit hir tale for trifles of hym.
He said þat his suranse sothely was fals,
And done for dissait, demit he non other. [folio 157b]
Polexena the pert hade pyne in hir thoght,
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ffor ho purpost plainly in hir pure hert,
Hym to husband haue hade, and hir hap shope.
In Sex monys, at the most, þe mighty Achilles
Was hole of his hurt he hade in the feld,
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Of Troiell in the toile, as I told haue;
Bothe sound & saf, set for to fight.
Þan hatnet his hert in a hote yre:
To Troiell with tene, þat turnit hym vnder,
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And woundit hym wickedly, þes wordes said;
"Doutles with dynttes he deghes of my hond,
And er he fare out of fight haue a fowle end."
