¶ Hic Paris sepultus est.
Off hem-selff coude thei no rede, [folio 234b]
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Now alle the kynges sones be dede.
But In that sorwe & that wepyng,
The while he was In kepyng,
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A tombe was made of precious stones,—
To lay him In, bothe body & bones,—
Off riche werk, of fair facture:
Off saphires, gold, & riche asure;
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¶ Hit was richer then other fyue;
I may not al the werk discryue,
Ne halff the richesse that ther was on
Off riche gold & precious ston;
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Hit were long tellyng,
Ther-on make I no dwellyng.
But when that seruice for him was seyde,
And his body In tombe layd,
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Euery man wente to his In,
For sorwe coude thei neuere blyn.
PAris is dede & doluen depe,
Night & day for him thei wepe,
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With-outen reste thei wepe ay,
Thei are In mornyng nyght & day:
Echon to other of sorwe telles,
Thei tende to sorwe & nothyng elles,
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Ther is non for wele ne wo
That dar with-oute the ȝatis go.
¶ Agamenon remues his place
And ner the toun his stede he tace,
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He bad euery lord with tent & hale
With-oute dwellyng remue here sale,
And bad hem sette ner the toun
Hale & tent and Pauyloun.
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To Priamus, the kyng, he sende
And bad "that he scholde him defende
