Er we wende hen, we schal be sclayn; [folio 108b]
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Litel wondir is, of we vs playn.
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A, Ector, that we ne hadde knowen
Thi douȝtines, er we hadde sowen!
Schulde neuere kyng ne Emperour,
Duke ne knyȝt, ne vauesour,
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Haue made vs passe the salte strem
For alle the gode of Ierusalem!'
Thei made gret del and playnyng;
But it be-gan to leue raynyng,
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¶ The wynd sesid the gret blast,
The snewyng then no lenger last,
The tempest then be-gan to sese,
The thonder slaked & held her pese.
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Thei were glad of the sesed tempest,
Thei were ful glad to cacche rest.
¶ The nyȝt is gon, the cloudes with-drawe,
The day be-gan for to dawe,
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The sonne schon, the wedir cleres;
The Troyens then with brode baneres
¶ Were redi armed In the feld,
On stedes stronge, with spere and scheld;
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The ȝates were open, and thei rod out.
The Gregeis of hem hadde gret dout,
But not-for-thi thei hadde no nede,
Thei armed hem with mechel spede,
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And made hem redi to the fight—
With alle her power and here myght—
¶ A-ȝeyn Ector, that thei drede sore,
With alle here men bothe lasse and more
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Here strengthe to kythe, her myȝt to proue
Off hem of Troye that thei saw houe
In-myddes the feld, and hem abode.
When bothe parties to-gedur rode,
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