Within the tyme of þe true, for troiell was made
A Sepulcre Solempne, set full of stones:
ffor Menon, the mighty, was made þere another,
And the corse of þat cleane close[t] þerein.
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THE DETHE OF ACHILLES IN THE TEMPLE, BY PARIS SLAYN.
Within the tyme of þe tru, as the trety sayes,
Honerable Ecuba, Ectors moder,
ffor the dethe of hir dere sonnes moche dole hade,
With sykyng and sorow selly to here.
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Þat worthy, in hir wit, warly bethoght
On all wise in this world þe worthy for to sle,
Þat hir greuit so gretly, and to ground broght
All þo fuerse men in fight, with his fals cast.
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Parys full priuely sho pulled into councell;
Thies words to þat wegh wepyng she said:—
"Dere son, myche vs deres the dethe of þi brether, [folio 161a]
Þat falsly in fight are fellit by Achilles.
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ffirst, Ector with envy evill he dyssayuet,
Dang hym to dede; & the derfe troilus,
Þat my lykyng hase lost, & left but the none
Of all my semly sons, þat my solas was in;
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Therfore, sothely me semes, o þe same wise,
Þat he with treason were takyn, & tirnyt to dethe,
And done for to dregh, by domys of right,
Soche wirdes & wo, as he wroght has.
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He has sere men send, and sadly me prayed,
And deply desyred my doghter to wed,
Pollexena the pert, by purpos of olde.
I will hete hym full hertely his hest for to kepe,
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My doghter full dere to his due wyf.
A sonnd will I send by a sad frynd,
On all wise in this world warn hym fro me,
To Appollo pure temple pertly to come,
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