¶ Hic venerunt omnes ad Bellum.
With manye brode gomfanoun, [folio 238a]
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As lordis of gret renoun.
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When thei were comen to-gedir there,
A wonder noyse men myȝt here
Off speres that thei brak & barst,
Off knyȝtes that were to grounde cast.
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Echon on other wolde be wroken,
Ther were many bones broken,
Hedis corven, heeres schorne,
Scheldes reven, armes torne.
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¶ But herkenes now, my louely frende,
Off Pantasalye, that mayden hende,
And hire hardi damyseles
That come with hure & with hure penseles
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How sche bare hir In that pres
With hir Maydenes that sche ches;
How sche bare that day the pris
Off alle that fauȝt In that [emp]ris;
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How sche made hem to flee,
And how sche hem droff In-to the see;
How sche hem felled & wounded,
And scholde hem alle [haue] confounded,
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Ne hadde y-ben withouten les
The doghti kyng Diomedes.
NOw ar thei alle to-gedere on hepis,
Now euery man on other lepis,
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Scheldis ryue, & speres crake,
Eche man fightis with his make,
Fotemen falle, stedis straye,
Knyȝtes wounded ligge & braye.
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The dust ros so thikke on hye,
That men myȝt not se the skye.
¶ Pantasalye, that douȝti quene,
Hatis Gregais—and that is sene:—
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