Against the prince of Tyre he went
He ... him thorough the breast and thare
And out of saddle and crouthe him bare,
And I say for soothe thing
He brake his neck in the falling.
... with muchel wonder,
Antiochus hadde him under,
And with sword would his heved[4]
From his body have yreaved:
He saw Alisander the goode gome,
Towards him swithe come,
He lete[5] his prey, and flew on horse,
For to save his owen corse:
Antiochus on steed leap,
Of none woundes ne took he keep,
And eke he had foure forde
All ymade with speares' ord.[6]
Tholomeus and all his felawen[7]
Of this succour so weren welfawen,
Alysander made a cry hardy,
'Ore tost aby aby.'
Then the knightes of Achay
Jousted with them of Araby,
They of Rome with them of Mede,
Many land....
Egypt jousted with them of Tyre,
Simple knights with riche sire:
There n'as foregift ne forbearing
Betweene vavasour[8] ne king;
Before men mighten and behind