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For þe hede in his honde he haldeȝ vp euen,
To-ward þe derrest on þe dece he dresseȝ þe face,
& hit lyfte vp þe yȝe-lyddeȝ, & loked ful brode,
& meled þus much with his muthe, as ȝe may now here.
"Loke, Gawan, þou be grayþe to go as þou hetteȝ,
& layte as lelly til þou me, lude, fynde,
As þou hatȝ hette in þis halle, herande þise knyȝtes;
To þe grene chapel þou chose, I charge þe to fotte,
Such a dunt as þou hatȝ dalt disserued þou habbeȝ,
To be ȝederly ȝolden on nw ȝeres morn;
Þe knyȝt of þe grene chapel men knowen me mony;
For-þi me forto fynde if þou fraysteȝ, fayleȝ þou neuer,
Þer-fore com, oþer recreaunt be calde þe be-houeus."
With a runisch rout þe rayneȝ he torneȝ,
Halled out at þe hal-dor, his hed in his hande,
Þat þe fyr of þe flynt flaȝe fro fole houes.
To quat kyth he be-com, knwe non þere,
Neuermore þen þay wyste fram queþen he watȝ wonnen;
what þenne?
Þe kyng & Gawen þare,
At þat grene þay laȝe & grenne,
ȝet breued watȝ hit ful bare,
A meruayl among þo menne.