¶ Hic Ector et alii Reges Troiani ibant ad prelium.
These gode men In thi kepyng, [folio 71a]
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I praye oure goddis, a-ȝeyn ȝow bryng!
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But I praye the, my broder [MS. moder.] dere,
By-fore these kyng[es] [MS. kyng.] & knyȝtes here,
That thow be wyse and not sauage;
Ȝif the not to outrage!
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I drede me sore, thi hastines,
Thi noble herte, and thi hardines
Schal make the bold and vs schent,
But thow take gode avisement:
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Vnto thi-self to-day take hede!
I pray oure goddis, that wel ȝow spede!'
TRoyle sayde in fair manere:
'Ȝif my god me helpe, that is me dere,
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Ne haue ȝe of me no doute,
I schal do ȝow ther aloute,
And do alle ȝoure comaundement,
And kepe ȝoure heste in good entent.'
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He toke his leue as curtais and hende,
To his Enemys he gan wende;
His armes were gode and newe,
His scheld was of Asure blewe,
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With thre lyons of gold schynand;
Out of that ȝate he ȝede passand.
¶ Aboute these batayles Ector him paynes,
The fourthe batayle [MS. batayles.] he ordeynes
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Of th[r]e thousand and hundres seuene,
Off knyȝtes gode—by god of heuene!—
With many a-nother douȝti man,
Vndir that douȝti kyng Vpan;
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He was the strongest of that parti
Saue Ector him-self, but Dares ly.
¶ The ffyfft batayle then Ector made
Off stronge knyȝtes and eke sade,
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