¶ Hic ibant ad prelium & pugnauerunt .vijtem. dies.
When thei were met, ther was no laughter, [folio 212b]
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But moche wo & gret sclaughter.
THe Troyens had take the Champayn,
Thei are batayled In-myddis the playn.
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And thei of Grece when thei beheld
How thei of Troy hadde taken the feld,
Thei sente to hem her vanwarde
With brode baneres & hye standarde;
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And thei come afftir with many a knyȝt,
With kynges & dukes of moche myȝt,
With many a louely fair pensel
Off gold, of Inde, of fair sandel.
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Thei ran to-gedir, when thei a-proched,
Euery man thorow-out other broched;
With speres, swerdes, & knyues
Echon [MS. Echon on.] other al to-ryues.
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¶ But I may not her dedis alle sigge,
Therfore mote I my boke a-bregge;
For to telle al that thei did there [MS. thore.]
Til ende scholde I com nere.
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But .vij. dayes fro thei be-gan,
Thei fauȝt to-geder & neuere blan,
Til thei myȝt for wery no more,—
Her bodyes & bones were so sore,
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And alle her bones ful sore aked,
And thei were wery & for-waked;
And al the feld was be-sprad
With dede bodyes,—who myght be glad?
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Off bothe parties were many dede,
The nombre of hem coude I not rede.
¶ Seuen dayes fauȝt thei to-gedre,
And al that while was mury wedre.
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For whan thei hadde fouȝten .vij. dayes
With-oute rest to-gedur al-weyes,
