¶ Hic preliauerunt.
I schal him ful wel qwite [folio 218a]
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That his spere did on me bite,
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And thus may I haue my wille
That foule boy for to spille.
¶ Ther-fore I pray ȝow alle—
For any thyng that may be-falle,
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And as I am ȝoure a[l]ther lord—
That ȝe be alle at this acord
And ȝif to no-thyng elles kepe.'
And with that word Achilles wepe,—
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So wolde he fayn on him be venged.
The batayles ben to-gedir renged,
Thei of Troye & thei of Grece;
Thei hewe here bodies al to pece,
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Thei did gret sorwe & mechel wo,
Whan thei gan to-gedir go.
THe stoure is styff & strong be-gonnen,
Euery man on other is ronnen,
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Thei haue her speres brosten & broken,
Ful ffewe wordes ther were spoken;
At that tyme were many kastoun
A-ȝeyn the grounde that al to-brastoun,
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Ther died many at that torpel.
But then come Troyle, y-armed wel,
With mechel peple of Armed knyȝtes
Come he thedir at that riȝtes;
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With scheld enbrased & spere enbossed
A-mong the Gregeis he ran & pressed:
That he to ran, dethe was his dome;
Wel euel was he thedir wel-come.
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¶ When Troyle hadde broken his spere,
He toke his swerd that wel coude schere,
It was trenchaund & wel poynted,
With Gregeis blod it was anoynted
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