Tho wiste Uluxes what it mente,
And tok him in hise Armes softe,
And al bledende he kest him ofte,[870]
And seide, ‘Sone, whil I live,
This infortune I thee foryive.’
After his other Sone in haste
He sende, and he began him haste 1750
And cam unto his fader tyt.
Bot whan he sih him in such plit,
He wolde have ronne upon that other