XX.
The lord of the land is well pleased when he sees Sir Gawayne,
Þe lorde ful lowde with lote, & laȝed myry,
When he seȝe sir G: with solace he spekeȝ;
Þe goude ladyeȝ were geten, & gedered þe meyny,
He scheweȝ hem þe scheldeȝ, & schapes hem þe tale,
Of þe largesse, & þe lenþe, þe liþerneȝ alse,
Of þe were of þe wylde swyn, in wod þer he fled.
Þat oþer knyȝt ful comly comended his dedeȝ,
& praysed hit as gret prys, þat he proued hade;
For suche a brawne of a best, þe bolde burne sayde,
Ne such sydes of a swyn, segh he neuer are.
Þenne hondeled þay þe hoge hed, þe hende mon hit praysed,
& let lodly þerat þe lorde forte here:
"Now Gawayn," quod þe god mon, "þis gomen is your awen,
Bi fyn for-warde & faste, faythely ȝe knowe."
"Hit is sothe," quod þe segge, "& as siker trwe;
Alle my get I schal yow gif agayn, bi my trawþe."
He [hent] þe haþel aboute þe halse, & hendely hym kysses,
& efter-sones of þe same he serued hym þere.
"Now ar we euen," quod þe haþel, "in þis euen-tide,
Of alle þe couenauntes þat we knyt, syþen I com hider,
bi lawe;"
Þe lorde sayde, "bi saynt Gile,
ȝe ar þe best þat I knowe,
Ȝe ben ryche in a whyle,
Such chaffer & ȝe drowe."