Hyt bereþ ȝut in-to þis day. Now ys an ende of þis þynge, News of Lucius's And Artour haþ nyw tydynge,-- 404 approach is Lucy þe Emp_er_our wyþ hys host brought, Comeþ fast in gret bost; Þey helyþ ouer all_e_ þe lond, [Arthur's Men-- Pray to God.] with an army of Fowre hundred þowsand 408 400,124 men. An hunderd and foure & twenty, Thus herawdes dude ham rekeny; Thus he hadde gadered to hym Of cristien and of Sarasyn, 412 Wyþ all_e_ hys wytt & labour To destroyen Arthour. Arthour dude wyselye, And hadde euer gode aspye 416 Of lucyes gouernynge And of hys þyder comynge; Some advise But so_m_me seyde hyt wer_e_ folye Arthur to To fyght aȝenst Emp_er_o_ur_ lucie, 420 turn and flee, For he hadde sepe[5] euer_e_ aȝenst oon, & cou_n_ceyled Artho_ur_ to fle & goon. Wyþ þe Emp_er_o_ur_ come kynges Many oon, And all_e_ þeire power hooll_e_ & soom; 424 Stronger men Myȝt no man see, As full_e_ of drede as þey myght be; But Arthour was not dysmayd, but he trusts He tryst on god, & was wel payd, 428 in God, And prayd þe hye trynyte Euer hys help forto be; And all_e_ hys Men wyþ oo voyse Cryde to god wyþ Oo noyse, 432 to whom his "Fader in heuene, þy wyll_e_ be doon; soldiers pray Defende þy puple fram þeire foon, And lat not þe heþon_e_ Men Destroye þe puple crystien: 436 Haue Mercy on þy se[r]uantis bonde, to keep them And kepe ham fram þe heþon_e_ honde; from the Þe Muchelnesse of Men sainfayle heathen's hands. Ys nat victorie in Batayle; 440 [The Battle Between Arthur and Lucius.] But after þe wyll_e_ þ_a_t in heuene ys, So þe victorie falleþ y-wys." Arthur's Than seyd Arthour, "hyt ys so: "Forward!" Auau_n_t Baner, & be Goo." 444 Now frendes all_e_, for goddes loue, Rereþ ȝowre hertes to god aboue, And seyeþ ȝowre prayeris faste, Þ_a_t we well_e_ spede furst & laste. 448 Pater noster.