XIX.
Then was there blowing of horns
There watȝ blawyng of prys in mony breme home,
Heȝe halowing on hiȝe, with haþeleȝ þat myȝt;
Brachetes bayed þat best, as bidden þe maystereȝ,
Of þat chargeaunt chace þat were chef huntes.
Þenne a wyȝe þat watȝ wys vpon wod crafteȝ,
To vnlace þis bor lufly bigynneȝ;
Fyrst he hewes of his hed, & on hiȝe setteȝ,
& syþen rendeȝ him al roghe bi þe rygge after,
Braydeȝ out þe boweles, brenneȝ hom on glede,
With bred blent þer-with his braches rewardeȝ;
Syþen he britneȝ out þe brawen in bryȝt brode cheldeȝ,
& hatȝ out þe hastletteȝ, as hiȝtly bisemeȝ;
& ȝet hem halcheȝ al hole þe halueȝ to-geder,
& syþen on a stif stange stoutly hem henges.
Now with þis ilk swyn þay swengen to home;
Þe bores hed watȝ borne bifore þe burnes seluen,
Þat him for-ferde in þe forþe, þurȝ forse of his honde,
so stronge;
Til he seȝ sir Gawayne,
In halle hym þoȝt ful longe,
He calde, & he com gayn,
His feeȝ þer for to fonge.