Achilles braid out a brand with a brem wille,
And fast vmbe his fist foldit his mantill.
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All bare was the buerne, out of bright wedis,
Yet seyuon of þat sorte he slew with his hond.
Parys cast at the kyng with a kene will,
Þre darttes noght dole, and dedly hym woundit.
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There kyld was the kyng, & the knight bothe,
And by treason in the temple tirnyt to dethe.
Þan Paris to the pepull prestly comaundit
The bodies of þo bold to britton onone,
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And cast hom to curres & to kene foghles,
On þere flesshe hom to fede on a foule wise.
The corses of þo kant men were kast into strete,
Iche lede on to loke, as þai lust hade.
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ffayne of þat fare were the felle troiens:
To se þe corse of þat kyng, þat hom care wroght,
Be dongen to dethe for deiryng of other.
Agamynon the gret, by grement of all,
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To Priam, by prise men, pertly he send,
Þat he wold graunt to þe grekes, by grace of hym-selfon,
The bodies of þo bold to bery as hom liked.
Archilagon, the choise knight, was chere to his fader,
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The noble Duke Nestor, þat noyet full sore. [folio 162a]
Myche sorow hade his Syre the sun to behold,
And oft swonyt that swete, & in swyme felle.
The kyng graunttyd þo grekes þo grete for to haue,
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The bodies to þe bastell barly to lede.
ffor the choise kyng Achilles þai cherit hom euill,
With mych dole for his dethe, and drede of hom more.
þai hopid full hertely, for þat hed losse,
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