Mules & hors bene put to cracche, [folio 70a]
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And afftir that thei sette here wacche
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With sicur men that wolde not slepe,
On euery a side that ost to kepe;
Thei dede falle bothe oke and plane
And made fir In euery a lane,
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That men myght se bothe ner and ferre
Ouer-al a-boute In eueryche a corner;
¶ The fires ȝeuen a gret lyght,
As of hit hadde ben day-lyght.
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Mynstralles her pipes hente
And alle other of Instrumente,
Thei nakered, piped, and blew,
Vnto that the Cokkes crew.
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¶ And thus was thanne the sege be-gonne,
That laste ten ȝer, or Troye was wonne;
Ȝit was it neuere wonne with fyght,
With the Gregeis, ne with ther myght;
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Hit was be-trayed falsly—Alas!—
With Antenor and Eueas.
HIt is day, the Cok hath crowen,
Many an horn thanne was blowen,
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Many an horn and many a pipe;
Thei be-gan her Armure gripe
Bothe In feld and In toun;
Thei rered many a gomfanoun,
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Baneres brode of fyne asure,
Grene, and white, of purpur pure,
Some were rede as vermyloun,
With pelotes, daunse, and Cheueroun,
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Some with sauters engrele,
And some with bastoun wouerle,
Off sable some, of siluer fyn,
And some of hem be-gan to schyn.
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