He anon, his knyff he drawes, [folio 118a]
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—And he is ded,—and ouer-thrawes,
He schakes his spere, he rides owerre,
And he fel doun I-hurt [MS. and hurt.] wel sorre,
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He is ded, and he is sclayn,
And he is born thorow the brayn,
He ses his lyuer and his entrelles;
Michel is the wo that hem ayles.
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ANd thus ferde thei fro that thei ros
Til the day a-weyward gos,
And nyght was comen, and lyght was fayled.
Ector euere aboute rayled,
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As [MS. And.] faucoun doth opon his pray;
The bodyes thikke aboute him lay,
That ther lay with dethis wounde;
Many a knyȝt fel to the grounde.
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Ful sorily he hem ransaked
Fro that morwe that he waked
Til euen-tide that home he ȝede,
For he hadde neuere so moche nede
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To help and socour his meygne,
As he hadde at that Iorne.
¶ For Gregeis were so styff and stronge,
That thei his men doun sclow & sclonge,
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As thei of hem hadde ȝeue right nouȝt;
But euere among thei it dere bouȝt:
For Ector sclow hem al a-boute,
Many Gregeis made he loute;
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¶ Ector hem sclow, as it were mys,
Thei died faste on bothe parties
Off hem of Troye & of Gregeis,
Thei lefft liggyng many karkeis.
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Echon wolde other sclo,
Off Grece died fele, of Troye wel mo.
