Lucius is Lucy þe Emp_er_our also was dede;
slain, But ho hym sclowh, y can nat rede;
He, for all_e_ hys grete Renou_n_,

[Arthur Wins, and Buries the Dead.]

not able to Aȝenst Arthour hadde no fusou_n_, 476
stand against No more þan haue twenty schep
Arthur. Aȝenst vyve wolfez greet.
To god be euere alle hono_ur_ez!
The falde was hys & Arthourez. 480
Arthur sends Arthour, as he scholde done,
Lucius's body Sende lucyes body to Rome;
to Rome, Whan þe Romeynes say þis,
Þo þey dradde Artho_ur_ & hys. 484
buries Bedwere Also he buryed Bedewere
and others Hys frend and | hys Botyler,
And so he dude other Echon
in Abbeys, In Abbeys of Relygyou_n_ 488
Þat were cristien of name;
He dude to alle þe same;
And dude for ham Masse synge
w_y_t_h_ sole_m_pne song & offrynge, 492
And bood þere for to rest,
and stays the Tyll_e_ þat wynter was past,
winter, Boþe he (.) hys Men echone
Seruyd god in deuocione, 496
thanking God Þankyng god of hys Myȝt
Þat kepeþ hys seruau_n_tez ryȝt,
And suffreþ noon for to spylle