His sheld to-dasshed was with swerdes and maces,
In which men mighte many an arwe finde
That thirled hadde horn and [nerf and rinde];
And ay the peple cryde, 'here cometh our Ioye,
And, next his brother, holdere up of Troye!'
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93. For which he wex a litel reed for shame,
Whan he the peple up-on him herde cryen,
That to biholde it was a noble game,
How sobreliche he caste doun his yën.