¶ Hic ffugarunt bona palacii Regis.
Thei smot alle that for-set, [folio 270a]
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Halle, & boure, & hye toret.
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¶ Pirrus soght afftir the kyng,
Fro hous to hous, In his byggyng;
And afftir that to the temple he ran,
And ther fond he that carful man:
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Pirrus tho was glad y-now,
His swerd sone out he drow
And al to-hewe him euery bone, [¶ Rex occi|ditur.]
Ryght be-fore the auter-stone,
That al the Auter was al by-bled
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With his blod that ther was sched.
HEctuba, that louely quene,
And hir doghter Pollexene,
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Thei were so frayed & ferd, [¶ Regina]
That thei ran out of that ȝerd; [¶ ffugit.]
Thei were aferd the Gregais to mete,
Thei ran aboute fro strete to strete.
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As thei ran, wiste thei not whedir,
Thei mette Eueas bothe to-gedir:
¶ When Hectuba on him hath sight,
Sche myssayde him anon right,
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Off tresoun sche him sone vmbraide:
'Fals traytour!'—to him sche sayde,—
'How myght thow, for soule synne,
So ffals a tresoun to be-gynne?
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How myght thow In thi fals herte fynde,
Fals traytour, to be so vnkynde
To do thi lord suche schenschip,
That hadde done alle thi worschip?
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¶ He ȝaff the his doghter to wyue
Be-ffore alle men that were on lyue,
He worschepid the & loued the ay,
In the was al his trust & ffay,
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