¶ When thei were comen, thei ȝede & souped, [folio 191b]
And many on for his frend drouped
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And for hem-selff thei seide 'alas'
Thei wende neuere to passe that plas;
And ȝit were thei so envious,
So ful of Pride and meruelous,
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That hem was leuere echon to dye
Than any of other mercy to crye.
When thei hadde souped, thei ȝede & sleped,
And many a wydwe thanne weped,
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And made gret del & sikyng sore
For her ffrendes thei hadde lore.
WHen thei hadde scleped & saw tyme,
Thei ros vp be-fore the prime
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And tok her hors & her atyres,
Swerd, bowes, and heded vires,
And ȝede aȝeyn In-to the ffeldes
Out of her toun & here teldis,
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And mete to-gedur with strokes hard.
Amonges hem alle was no coward,
Echon other to sle coueytes,
And alle men to sle waytes:
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Many a man to grounde was feld;
But ther was non that euere him ȝeld,
Whil thei myght hold swerd In honde,
Or on her feet whil thei myȝt stonde.
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¶ But Troile come thanne with his couyne;
He bar a scheld of asure fyne,
A lyoun of gold ther-on was paynt.
When he was comen to that prasaynt
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Ther Troye [MS. Troyl.] & Grece to-gedur ware,
Many a man to grounde he bare,
Many a lord that day he slow
And fro her horsis doun hem drow.
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