IX.

Now rides the knight through the realms of England.

Now ride3 þis renk þur3 þe ryalme of Logres,

Sir Gauan on Gode3 halue, þa3 hym no gomen þo3t;

Oft, leudle3 alone, he lenge3 on ny3te3,

Þer he fonde no3t hym byfore þe fare þat he lyked;

Hade he no fere bot his fole, bi frythe3 & doune3,

Ne no gome bot God, bi gate wyth to karp,

Til þat he ne3ed ful noghe¹ in to þe Norþe Wale3;

Alle þe iles of Anglesay on lyft half he halde3,

& fare3 ouer þe forde3 by þe for-londe3,

Ouer at þe Holy-Hede, til he hade eft bonk

In þe wyldrenesse of Wyrale; wonde þer bot lyte

Þat auþer God oþer gome wyth goud hert louied.

& ay he frayned, as he ferde, at freke3 þat he met,

If þay hade herde any karp of a kny3t grene,

In any grounde þer-aboute, of þe grene chapel;²

& al nykked hym wyth nay, þat neuer in her lyue

Þay se3e neuer no segge þat wat3 of suche hwe3

of grene.

Þe kny3t tok gates straunge,

In mony a bonk vnbene,

His cher ful oft con chaunge,

Þat chapel er he my3t sene.

¹ nyghe (?). ² MS. clapel.