For whan he wolde his help craued, [folio 141b]
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He wende he myȝt him haue saued.
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¶ A ffair ymage that kyng did make
Off ffyn gold ffor his goddis sake;
On that auter did he sette hit,
Off pure gold was hit I-bet;
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Hit was .xv. cubitis long.
He sette hit there with mochel song,
With ffythel, harpe, and mynstrasie,
With mychel merthe and melodye.
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¶ He spende on him gret tresoure,
Certes he loste al his laboure.
He made to him a redy way
Off twenti grecis of marbil gray,
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That he & other myȝt come him to,
When that thei wolde him worschepe do.
And thus was maked that riche halle,
As I haue told to ȝow alle.
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ECtor liggis In Ilioun;
At his hed sat kyng Menoun
And Hectuba, his Moder, the quene,
So did Eleyne and Pollexene;
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That louely lyff dame Andromede
To Ector takes sche gode hede:
Wel tenderly the knyȝt sche ȝemed,
That fair lady that wel be-semed.
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¶ Kynges fele a-boute come
And comfort him alle & some
Off his hurtyng & malady,
For his sorwe were thei drery.
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Kyng Priamus let bery
With careful herte and no-thyng mury
His sixe sones that died tho dayes,
Euerychon be-sydes other he layes.
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