XIX.
Then was there blowing of horns
There wat3 blawyng of prys in mony breme home,
He3e halowing on hi3e, with haþele3 þat my3t;
Brachetes bayed þat best, as bidden þe maystere3,
Of þat chargeaunt chace þat were chef huntes.
Þenne a wy3e þat wat3 wys vpon wod crafte3,
To vnlace þis bor lufly bigynne3;
Fyrst he hewes of his hed, & on hi3e sette3,
& syþen rende3 him al roghe bi þe rygge after,
Brayde3 out þe boweles, brenne3 hom on glede,
With bred blent þer-with his braches rewarde3;
Syþen he britne3 out þe brawen in bry3t brode chelde3,
& hat3 out þe hastlette3, as hi3tly biseme3;
& 3et hem halche3 al hole þe halue3 to-geder,
& syþen on a stif stange stoutly hem henges.
Now with þis ilk swyn þay swengen to home;
Þe bores hed wat3 borne bifore þe burnes seluen,
Þat him for-ferde in þe forþe, þur3 forse of his honde,
so stronge;
Til he se3 sir Gawayne,
In halle hym þo3t ful longe,
He calde, & he com gayn,
His fee3 þer for to fonge.