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For þe hede in his honde he halde3 vp euen,
To-ward þe derrest on þe dece he dresse3 þe face,
& hit lyfte vp þe y3e-lydde3, & loked ful brode,
& meled þus much with his muthe, as 3e may now here.
"Loke, Gawan, þou be grayþe to go as þou hette3,
& layte as lelly til þou me, lude, fynde,
As þou hat3 hette in þis halle, herande þise kny3tes;
To þe grene chapel þou chose, I charge þe to fotte,
Such a dunt as þou hat3 dalt disserued þou habbe3,
To be 3ederly 3olden on nw 3eres morn;
Þe kny3t of þe grene chapel men knowen me mony;
For-þi me forto fynde if þou frayste3, fayle3 þou neuer,
Þer-fore com, oþer recreaunt be calde þe be-houeus."
With a runisch rout þe rayne3 he torne3,
Halled out at þe hal-dor, his hed in his hande,
Þat þe fyr of þe flynt fla3e fro fole houes.
To quat kyth he be-com, knwe non þere,
Neuermore þen þay wyste fram queþen he wat3 wonnen;
what þenne?
Þe kyng & Gawen þare,
At þat grene þay la3e & grenne,
3et breued wat3 hit ful bare,
A meruayl among þo menne.